Black Magic
Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours, and hours turned to days, and then there was Friday. "T.G.I.F. Central Louisiana!" Desi turns the car radio up a notch welcoming the familiar voice of her favorite DJ.
"Welcome too Friday Flashback! Here in just a little while we got some Nena coming up for ya! So, sit back and enjoy those red balloons for a while!"
Desi just loved how music always seemed to appear like magic at the most seasonal moments. Smiling, she feels herself begin to calm down as the words to an old magical song begin to wrap around her brain like ribbon. "Okay, time for a whoosa, Desi." She thinks out loud before inhaling and exhaling happy thoughts and focusing a few moments to unwind before driving off into the unknown.
Freshly showered, shaved, and plucked, Desi feels pretty damn sexy wearing her favorite port wine flutter dress which she knew enhanced the gold in her eyes paired up with her favorite brown over the knee boots. Mm, Desi could even smell her own scent of citrus green tea wafting with the cool air whipping from the vents in her car. In a blurred static flash Desi wondered where the time had gone while she strained to reminisce about the days leading her to now.
Holistically, Desi had closed the curtains on everything going on around her and trained her mind on her tasks at hand. Naturally, she turned on her loving wife charm while forcing herself to be Lucas's faithful wife. Mechanically, she drove herself along on the rare occasion when Lucas desired more than just her nurturing attention.
Desi tries not to laugh at herself when she recalls the springy rhythm of Lucas panting in ecstasy while she stared off into distant dreams hoping to escape the fancies of her guilt. Fortunately, for both of them, Jack Daniels had been Lucas's closest confidante that night, so he never suspected her heavy breathing and dirty talk were just a guise.
Oh like red balloons, the flashing memories fleeted and then here she was parallel parking across the road from the Underground Utopia located right beneath one of the small city's finest and oldest historical hotels. What was it? Oh yeah, The Hotel Roux. "Historically, named after a famous man who artists still proudly write about today," Desi imagined behind her smile.
"Well, Desi Mae Mason, old habits are hard to break." Desi held onto that last thought as she heard the ding ding coming from some gadget behind the dash board reminding her that her lights were still on. Reacting, she turns them off.
Paying no attention to the Harley Davidson parked in front, Desi walks in with her blazing mane up, cinnamon eyes wary and majestic aura sparkling while, silently, she asks the Heavens one last time to guide her smartly and to please chase the butterflies away. Feeling magnified with confidence, Desi clears her throat, opens the door to the entrance and was standing by the hostess podium within seconds.
"How are you? Name please?" Desi suddenly remembers that she was supposed to have reservations before coming here to dine as she let three seconds slip by before answering while she absorbed that thought and still kept her composure as she smiled back at the pretty young hostess with the flaxen cropped hair greeting her.
"Um, umm, name? Oh, yes, it's um, Desi. Desi Mason." Randomly, Desi was plagued with wondering if Andre had remembered her name and reserved her seat. What if this is really just all bullshit? Desi pondered on that for a spell as well, before tossing it out the entrance she had just walked through with the rest of the imagined nonsense.
After all, Andre wasn't leaving it nonsense when he was mailing videos of their fuck session when he was married just as well. Desi rapidly and satisfyingly imagined herself leaving him high and dry tonight for behaving so bad. Besides, what could he fucking do? She wasn't married to him, and he wasn't married to her either.
"Um, do you mind pointing me to the ladies room before I seat please?" Desi modestly asked the hostess before she could finish crossing out her name on the reservation list. Desi really did need just a few moments to glance over.
Oh, take your time, ma'am. The ladies room is right behind you, to the left." Desi smiled and waved before sprightly entering the old Hollywood style bathroom stalls. As soon as the door swings shut behind her, puffs of coconut mingling with honey engulf Desi's senses and the intensity of the nervous tingling in her belly is really making her bladder boast release too. Remembering to check the first stall first since it was, theoretically, the least used, Desi gladly takes care of her business and cleans up.
The fast bubbling and swishing from the automatic toilet simultaneously echoes with the running of the water splattering on to the smooth marble sink while Desi spends just a few minutes washing her hands and checking her reflection. Now she was truly nervous and she fidgets with the idea of walking straight back to her car and driving somewhere else. However, curiosity overpowers the best of her and Desi knows that if she turns away now, she will regret it for weeks, maybe even months and she doesn't like to be tortured with the what if's.
Placing her hand onto the small of her belly to calm the flutters within, Desi checks herself in the mirror, pulls the leather strap of her brown fold over bag which perfectly matches the color of her boots onto her shoulder and walks with pretend confidence back across that ancient grandeur marble tile floor to seek out the flaxen haired hostess who will inform her of her fate. Besides, Desi has already decided that if she finds herself sitting alone tonight and lost in the unknown then a special trip to the Deep South was definitely laying somewhere within her future possessions.
Time seemed to slow down while Desi keeps her eyes trained on the back of the flaxen haired hostess while, simultaneously, she is glowing with her clandestine smile that did well hiding her precarious secrets. The flaxen haired waitress turns and winks before consoling Desi, "Don't worry, you got the perfect seat in the house, Miss Mason."
Giggling, Desi feels herself blush when she realizes that the hostess has caught her gazing up at the grandeur of the chandeliers cascading from the cathedral ceiling. It is not that Desi hasn't seen them before; it is just that she can't remember a moment not being mesmerized with the beautiful magnificent architecture of the Hotel Roux. "Really, will I be sitting in here?" Desi asks, smiling with her eyes wide.
