Author's Note: This is the second story of "The Mystic" series as I am calling it. Once again all credit for this looking like an actually story and not just words smeared across paper goes to my editor, Goddess_Sarah. Thanks again to everyone reading this, please remember to vote and comment if you like.
-The Devil Man
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The hotel bar was busier than usual, which was a little unusual for a weekday. It was too early for the clubbers to be stumbling back to their rooms for the night, and it was too late for the white collars to be drinking. Lauren sat in her usual booth, sipping her glass of wine. A maroon color painted her lush lips tonight. Her hair was a lighter shade of red than it usually was in the light of the bar tonight -- it was loose and curled at the bottom. The black halter top dress covered her breasts, but left her cleavage ample, which several young men were eyeing shamelessly. No one had approached her yet, which left her with the feeling that she would not be working tonight.
Mike was "on fire" as they say, telling jokes and generally getting everyone in a good mood. This generally meant that his tip jar was filling rapidly with tens and twenties, and he smiled widely as he hoped tonight's earnings would pay his rent for the month. Everyone seemed to be having a great time as booze ran like water, and laughs were cheap tonight.
Lauren was looking over a woman who sat, almost pouting, at the corner of the bar, stirring her martini idly. Her hair was as black as the night, short with a slight wave to it; her skin was fair and looked very soft and smooth. A short, strapless, silver and black dress covered her just enough, but was still revealing, as her ample breasts were almost spilling out of the top and the dress barely reached her mid-thigh. Her hips were wide, and she was a little heavier, but that only gave her more pronounced curves.
Lauren watched with interest as the woman, who seemed to be in her mid-twenties, shot down every man who made a comical attempt to hit on her. Lauren smirked and felt a tingle between her legs she hadn't felt in a long time. She took her glass of wine and sauntered toward the sad woman. Her matching black heels clicking against the floor, black thigh high stockings clung to her legs, and the short skirt swayed, revealing the tops of the stockings and the garter belt that kept them up.
"I hope I am not being too formal, but may I ask you a question?" Lauren asked as she sat down next to the other woman, her back against the bar watching her face carefully. "You seem to be in the prime of youth and everyone else is having a good time tonight, why aren't you?" The other woman looked puzzled for a few moments before she found her voice.
"Oh, um... I don't know." She shrugged as she answered; her voice was sweet and innocent sounding. "I guess I'm just tired of the whole thing, you know?"
"I'm sorry but I am not sure of the subject we are on," Lauren said, taking a sip of her wine.
"Well I thought we were talking about partying, which is what's going on right now, isn't it? Everyone here is in town for a friend's party we are having on Friday, and some of us got here early to get ready." It was Lauren's turn to look puzzled, as she looked around at the thirty some odd people in the bar.
"You are all friends with the same person?" Lauren asked a bit incredulous.
"Yeah, a friend from high school. He kept in touch with all of us, and a lot of us were knocked down over the years and he was always a phone call away from helping anyone. When my mom passed away, he was at my house the next day. He's a really good guy, so some people called some other people and then they called some other people, and here we are."
"Wow, he must be one of a kind."
"Very." She smiled for the first time so far that night. "I'm Alex, by the way." Alex held her hand out and Lauren took it softly.
"Short for Alexandra, I suppose? People call me Lauren these days, and although I understand your concern about being tired, you've haven't got anything to really worry about, do you?" Alex looked at her, puzzled, before Lauren continued. "Tell me, if you will, do you work?"
"Not really. My family has money and my mom left me a lot when she passed."
"Okay, so you don't need to worry about work and your bills are paid. Then why are you tired? I am guessing you can't be more than twenty-five at best."
"I am twenty-four."
"You see. So why aren't you enjoying yourself? You have every right to."
"I don't know; I just feel like I've been here and done that before." Alex took a sip of her martini, as Lauren sipped her wine.
"I am sure you have plenty of other opportunities you haven't explored yet." Alex thought for a few moments, before responding.
"Yeah, I guess there is still some stuff I want to do." Lauren smirked impishly as she causally rested her hand on Alex's left thigh. Alex almost spilled her martini at the feel of the soft hand on her thigh. Lauren began to stroke the soft flesh of her skin as she sipped her wine with her other hand.
"I suppose now would be a good time to explore?" Lauren asked as she hand moved up the hem of the dress. Alex's legs moved apart of their own accord, as Lauren's fingers rested on a thin strip of silk fabric that was her panties. Alex moaned quietly as Lauren's fingers pressed into her womanhood through the fabric. Lauren caressed Alex over the silk underwear, and leaned into her so only they could hear each other. "I'm a "businesswoman" whose time is for a price, and I'd like to make you an offer. Five hundred for the night and I promise you'll wake up tomorrow with a whole new outlook on life." Lauren whispered into her ear, her hot breath making Alex squirm. Lauren traced her tongue over the edge of her ear slowly, making Alex breathe in sharply.
"I guess it's worth a shot." Alex replied shakily, Lauren continued to stroke the silk under her fingers.
"Finish your drink, baby, then we'll head upstairs." Lauren smiled as she drank her wine, feeling her fingers get a little wet as she continued to play with Alex. As soon as the drinks were gone, they made a hurried exit out of the bar. Mike noticed the wink from Lauren in his direction, and continued about pouring drink and telling jokes.
The two women waited outside the elevator bank for one to open. Lauren rested her hand on Alex's back just above the gentle curve of her bottom. An elevator finally opened, releasing three woman who were giggling almost uncontrollably, rushing past the soon-to-be lovers as they entered. Lauren hit the top button and the doors closed, Alex turned to Lauren, who pressed her up against the elevator's paneling, and kissed her forcefully.
Alex was taken off-guard, but soon closed her eyes and began enjoying the kiss. Their lips parted as Lauren slipped her tongue into Alex's mouth, and they played with one another, as Lauren's hands started to explore. Lauren's hands started at her hips and slipped around to cup Alex's ass cheeks, which were soft and firm under her hands, and it was clear to Lauren she was wearing a silk thong. Alex moaned into Lauren's mouth as she caressed her soft flesh.
Alex's hands began to caress Lauren's shoulders, then slipped one hand under the strap of the dress and cupped Lauren's right breast. Alex felt the hard nipple in her palm as she massaged the firm skin in her hand. Lauren, in turn, moaned into Alex's mouth as she grasped her nipple carefully with her fingers.
The elevator dinged when they reached the top floor, and the women separated and held hands, as Lauren lead them to her room. Lauren pulled her room key from the top of her stockings and led Alex into the room, flinging her onto the bed. Alex giggled wildly as she landed on the bed and Lauren fell on top of her. They resumed kissing as Alex wrapped her legs around Lauren. Lauren's lips moved from Alex's lips to her neckline, as Lauren pulled the strapless dress down. Alex's breasts were easily in the D to DD range, and they bounced free as the dress was removed. Lauren hands caressed them softly, and she paused to watch Alex's reaction.
