Light shone through the blue sky, casting golden rays over her pink hair. She was standing in a green field, surrounded by various different coloured roses, each unique in petal and shade. Faceless individuals milled around the roses, some linked by hand, their dresses flowing behind them in the gentle breeze.
It was then she spotted him, kneeling by a pure white rose, admiring it. Silver haired, slim in physique, but dressed in white silk. He looked godly, the only person here to have any facial features. She walked forward, towards him, entranced by the smell of the roses and the shine of his hair.
He stood up slowly, holding a large white rose in his hand, avoiding its thorns and looked at her with beautiful blue eyes. His lashes were pale like his hair, and he smiled a set a white straight teeth. She stopped, feeling the grass beneath her toes, and looked to his hands. The rose glittered and found itself in her hand, morphing as he began to approach her.
The people around her stopped and began to creak, their head vibrating violently. The silver man stopped abruptly. She looked to her hand and the thorns had grown through her skin, impaling and leaking blacked congealed blood. It hurt badly. It leaked onto the dewy grass. She screamed.
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Charlotte awoke with a pant, sitting up as she heard her heartbeat in her eyes. The room was dark, a hint of light peeking through her curtains as if nervous to enter.
She scrabbled for her phone, pressing the button and being assaulted by the bright light. 5.45am. Damn.
She wasn't due at work today and had hoped for a lie in, now she was too spooked to sleep. Peeling back her soft pink blankets, she trotted out of bed and peered out her window. The morning sun was beginning it's ascent into the sky, it was going to be a clear day. Gulls cawed overhead and the city was oddly quiet.
Her dream felt stuck in her head, lodged, and she shivered.
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Meanwhile the first rays of light were worming their way between the curtains and falling on the toned, pale, body of Lucas. The woman whose arms were still wrapped around him was fast asleep, but he was awake, his mind elsewhere entirely.
"Why didn't it work?" He wondered aloud, studying his hand where the rose had been and trying to figure out why he hadn't felt the connection when he had handed it over. "Dammit."
He had entered the dreams of hundreds of women now and none had failed to swoon swoon after he had given them his gift; the woman who lay next to him had certainly fallen, so why not Charlotte? What was special about her? Just getting into her dreams had been a challenge, but that had just made him more determined.
Lifting up Rebekah's arm, he pulled back the covers and lifted himself from her bed, trying to remember which way her room was arranged. 'Was hers the one with the door on the left... Or was that the night before?' he wondered, before his eyes began to adjust and he saw the layout of the room. It was a huge bedroom, and lavishly decorated with art and plants and all of the clothes they had discarded in a hurry the night before. He didn't bother to pick up his underwear as he wandered out onto the grand landing which looked over a marble-tiled enterance hallway below. He doubted that the rich executive type he'd left in bed cleaned all this herself, and he wondered what some of the staff looked like... "It'd be nice to have a maid" he mused, conjuring images of a busty brunette clad in a skimpy outfit, being bent over and made to scream between doing the dishes and the dusting... But then the image began to morph, her breasts shrinking, her hair lightening and then dying itself pink... Before the image of Charlotte disappeared with a puff of fairy-pink smoke.
"What's wrong, handsome?" A sultry voice behind him asked, startling the silver-haired man slightly. He turned around and saw his latest conquest stood stark naked in front of him, her toned and busty body wrapping itself around his. "Come back to bed... I've got a busy day today and my alarm is set for an hour's time, but since I'm up already..." Her lips pressed forcefully against his and he couldn't resist as she dragged him back into the bedroom, pulling him as close to her as she possibly could. His cock hardened again in an instant, much to her delight, but his mind was elsewhere.
"On second thoughts... Why wait to get to bed?" She smirked between kisses, and began to sink to her knees, licking along the length of his shaft and making it as wet as she was. At well over 6 feet tall, Lucas' waist was uncomfortably high for her when she was kneeling, but she didn't mind one bit. Nor did she mind that she had to stretch her mouth as wide as she could to take him in it. This magical thing was worth anything...
He let out a satisfied growl and ran the fingers of one hand through her messy black hair, while he fixed his own hair with the other, checking for stray strands in the huge mirror that covered her sliding wardrobe.
"If you've got work, pretty little thing, you better make sure you swallow every drop. I'd hate to make a mess of you for your meetings..."
"Oh you can make a mess of anything you want but my hair... We might just have to take a shower together to get clean... ish" the lady smirked, taking a brief break from sucking him to catch her breath. "I'm your toy after all, aren't I? That's what you called me last night... Call me that again..."
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That evening the bar was heaving and busy, and this was the final pit stop for Charlotte and her friends. As Charlotte sipped a woowoo, her friend Beni and Rochelle argued over the next drinks for the table.
"Lottie, help me out, we get wine right? A good way to the end of the night," Rochelle followed her arms over her revealed chest, packed tight in a gorgeous red dress, her dark skin littered with black tattoos.
"As if! We get shots!" Remarked Beni, the youngest of the groups, bisexual and proud, blond, thin and wearing his usual beige attire and smart gold rimmed glasses.
"Guys, I've barely finished this drink," laughed Charlotte, stirring her drink. She smoothed her glossy silver dress, her straight pale pink hair hooked behind her ears. Music boomed throughout the room, most people standing by the bar, whereas the her group had sat across it in a cute enclosed booth. Lights flicked on high lofted walls, flashing across the most desirable faces and busty bodies.
"How about both?" Rochelle sighed, she glanced at her phone and sighed again.
"Fine by me, you're ordering," beni watched her sigh, "is that your darling fiancé?" He smirked, "worried about his lady with us devious singles?"
Rochelle shoved him, "oh quiet, you slag, no one could pin you down," she shoved her beeping phone in her bag.
"Guilty!" Beni chugged the rest of his drink, glancing around at all the bodies, "check out these bozos, hot hot hot!"
"You're like a dog in heat, get yourself out there!" Charlotte smiled at her friend, who could easily get who he wanted, "I can't remember the last time I got laid!"
"Three years? Last guy was Alex right?" Rochelle tapped her long red nails on the sticky table.
