Chapter 18: Post Practice
Cantella Forks Hotel
Foyer
A tall, ample-chested woman sporting a huge grin and long red hair in tight curls, a medium-sized, alabaster-hued woman with bright blue eyes and short dark hair done in an immaculate bob, and an almost forgettable young man with sandy blond short hair barely taller than the redhead strode into the hotel, garnering immediate notice from the staff. However, rising from a chair in the lobby was a bespectacled woman in her early thirties. The young man grinned politely, but his eyes held her with an intense, almost commanding stare. The redhead waved hello, sporting her signature "aw, shucks" grin as she sauntered over to the lawyer.
Mia shattered what remained of the decorum the older woman tried to maintain by pulling her in for a hug that was anything but appropriate.
"Hello, Tandy," Mia said, her eyes admiring the more mature woman.
"Hello, Mistress," Tandy spoke before tilting her face up so her mouth could meet the redhead's. The two kissed deeply, sharing tongues in a delightfully erotic dance. Mia pulled away, her long tongue sliding out of Tandy's pursed lips.
"Mistress?" Fred asked, shaking his head at Mia.
"Hey, you put me in charge of her," Mia said, shrugging. "So, I took charge. This one needs a bit of a firm hand." To stress that fact, she gave Tandy's tight ass a slap.
"Hey, Tandy," Fred spoke, greeting the lawyer. "Hope everything's okay."
"Other than a bit of embarrassment," Tandy said. She struck a civil tone while trying to communicate her public humiliation. "Things are proceeding. I had some developments I wanted to share in person."
"I'll bet," Niamh said. With her soft voice, people barely heard her, but Fred and Mia heard her perfectly well.
Fred smelled two people in the lobby who had recently met with Marcus. He pegged them as possibly NireCue. He almost didn't see a third man, but his nose told him it wasn't a man at all. It was the Chameleon, easily the strangest woman he'd met, who opposed the faction Marcus worked for. Had she been an experiment like him? Another in a long line of questions he would need answered at some point.
"Thanks again for coming," Fred said, stepping into her personal space. He stood inches away from her, looking slightly downward. In heels, Tandy was around 5'9, and looked into the eyes of the man she wanted inside of her since Saturday night, when she'd sucked his cock and told him everything she could. She wanted to be Fred's lover, not his lawyer. Yet here she was, doing something that could get her disbarred.
Tandy Graham craved Fred like a starving man craved food.
"I can't help myself," she murmured, leaning in to kiss him. He parted his lips only slightly, seeming to urge her to be more passionate, so she did. Unable to help herself, she melted into her client in the lobby of a hotel.
"You little whore," Mia said, teasing. Fred loved how unashamed she was about everything. Mia gave exactly zero fucks. Her uninhibited nature was seeping into other members of the harem as well. The redhead seemed to enjoy making people uncomfortable.
Fred pulled back before things progressed any further. He wanted to put Tandy up against the nearest wall and do things to her that her husband couldn't, but not here, and not now. He'd been giving some thought to the lawyer's situation, and wanted to give Tandy the freedom to decide her own fate.
"Let's go to the bar," he spoke.
"Okay," Tandy said. Niamh took Fred's hand and Mia took Tandy's.
The server came over to the table to find three people instead of four. They seemed like college kids with a bit of an edge to them, two pretty women and a guy around her own age. He had short, sandy blond hair with intense eyes that seemed to see everything. She liked the way he looked at her. And the way he smelled... it was an invigorating scent, ever-present but not overpowering. She wondered if they all used the same body wash. Standing on the balls of her feet, which somehow felt lighter, she launched into her greeting.
"Welcome to the Forks Bar and Grill. I'm Mallory, your server. Would you like some drinks to get started?"
The redhead with the freckles and amazing hair answered. "Yes Mallory," she said, and again, she was impressed by the redhead's attention, feeling like it was more than just politeness. "I'll have a Long Island Iced Tea, Fred will have a whisky neat, two fingers, the lovely woman over yonder," she motioned at the pale, willowy girl with shoulder length dark hair. "Will have a French 75. Can you make that?" Both women were on either side of Fred, and the pale woman's piercing eyes tried to hold Mallory in place. They were hypnotic.
"I can check for you. There was a fourth, right?"
Suddenly, those piercing eyes noticed something under the table at around Fred's crotch, and she wore an amused look.
Both women now looked amused. "Right," said the redhead, "there is. Get her an Irish Cactus."
The server was confused. "My apologies! That's not on our drink list."
"That's okay. It's Bailey's Irish Crème mixed with Tequila. Pllleeeeaase?"
"I'll check with the bartender, but I'll come back when..." as she handed out menus, Mallory noticed the fourth woman under the table. She was giving Fred a blowjob. God, she was really going at it.
"Please don't rat us out," Fred spoke, his intense eyes seeming to bore into her soul. Normally, she would have them all thrown out for the lewd scene, but there was something about him. Something about them. Fred's request made a lot of sense.
"I won't," she heard herself say. "I'll be back with your drinks. Please enjoy yourselves."
Mallory had to fight the urge not to stay and watch.
Mia Riley shook her head. "I suppose all client-lawyer relationships should be like this. Fewer court cases, more plea bargains. Taxpayers would save a lot of money."
Niamh sighed. "If only more lawyers knew how to chug cock." She leaned into kiss Fred on the neck, but he turned his head, meeting her lips with his. Fred was one of the best kissers she'd ever had, and that said a lot. It probably had something to do with all the pheromones crawling around on her body, like some sort of foreign bacteria, apparently shuffling her DNA to help her over her withdrawal symptoms. She had other questions, but her mind was melting into the fantastic kiss.
For Fred, he enjoyed the attentions of all three women. He had intended to get more information out of Tandy Graham, but she was intent on giving him an enthusiastic blowjob. Similar to Oni's blowjob last week, but with a bit more publicity. This was definitely nastier. Now, Fred's sense if impropriety was all but gone.
"Fred, can your cock heal the sick, too? Raise the dead?" Mia was in her usual form.
"I will not ask that question until I've seen a lawyer," Fred deadpanned. Mia laughed loudly, causing some of the other patrons to look over. He didn't care.
"Fuck, Fred, I'm glad I wasn't drinking. It would've shot out my nose," the tall, sturdy redhead said. "That's just the kind of spit-take you don't want."
He looked at Mia.
"Give me your mouth, but wait until the server comes over."
Niamh smiled, kissing Fred's neck, stealing glances at the show playing out under the table.
Tandy had her reading glasses on, taking Fred's cock down her throat like a pro. Four days after first contact, the lawyer had been reduced to a slut.
Part of Fred wasn't so sure. The reason he agreed to this visit was to see if he could pick up any oddities in the lawyer's own scent, some sort of clue that would tell him more about the mysterious overlord present in the city. He believed whoever it was to be at least somewhat benevolent, if not lazy. If Fred was the experiment Oni's father spoke of, he was given an awfully long leash, and room to make his own decisions. Niamh's rescue had signaled the beginning of his harem. He looked at the pallid vision now, and she winked playfully at him. There was no question she was his.
And yet, ET (Fred got a kick out of the criminal's initials) was now off the board, even though he served the same master that apparently had abilities like Fred's, except with better control. Was he going to end up serving the same boss? Every answer had another question; everything was up in the air. Fred felt like anything could happen. He also felt good about his chances, and not just because he was about to blow a load into Tandy Graham's eager mouth.
Mallory came over with a noticeable flush of the cheeks and the drinks. Her mannerisms were commensurate with her exposure to the scent. She was semi-attractive, but Fred wasn't shopping. Better looking women were currently around him, although he liked the way she carried herself, filling out the uniform with an upbeat aplomb that suggested she was a former dance squad or perhaps in drama or acting.
His thoughts about dancing reminded Fred he needed to call his mom before tonight's festivities began.
Mia leaned in to give him a sloppy kiss that Deb would've approved of. Mallory cleared her throat as the ample-breasted redhead and handsome young man played tonsil hockey. "Here are your drinks, Mr. Markinson."
Tandy exchanged glances with Niamh, and now the pale beauty felt the lawyer's hand moving up her thigh from under the table. She could've slapped it away, but it didn't seem appropriate. Like a tourist in Las Vegas, Niamh let it ride.
"Thank you very much, Mallory," Niamh said, leaning forward. "I like your makeup. What color lipstick is that?"
"Velvet Teddy, and thank you for noticing!" she said, angling herself to get a glimpse of the cock suck-a-thon under the table, as Fred's lawyer worked diligently to gobble up his cock like it was a Christmas ham. "And an Irish Cactus for the absent party." Mallory's tone was equal parts conspiratorial and arousal.
"Is there anything else I can do for you all?"
Mia took her tongue out of Fred's mouth long enough to say, "No, you've been very helpful, Mallory." And with that, the redhead slipped a bill to Niamh and went back to using her tongue to check on Fred's tonsils. Niamh offered her hand to Mallory, who took it.
The server let Niamh kiss the back of her hand as she felt her put a bill into her palm. Her lips felt warm and sent little tingles through her arm. Mallory considered herself a strong heterosexual woman, but she was having second thoughts about that as moisture was grew between her legs. She wondered what color panties the pale woman wore.
"You're named Eve?" Mallory asked.
"No, it's like 'Eve,' but with an N in front. It's spelled differently on account of my Celtic background.
"Is that like Gaelic?"
"More Irish than Scottish, but close enough for me," Niamh said. Suddenly, she did a brief intake of breath.
"Everything ok?" Mallory asked.
"Yes, I seem to have dropped something on my leg," Niamh said. Actually, Tandy had two fingers driving slowly in and out of her wet pussy.
Mallory inclined her head so she could see the source of the celtic woman's yelp, and grew even more aroused. A part of her knew she should be outraged, but a darker side yearned to join them.
