I walked in the door of the building, a nondescript looking place off of the interstate. The sign outside was cheep neon, in red letters, “The Rose.” I heard of this place from postings over the net. A seemingly low class nude-modeling studio, where you could find much more than you would ever bargain for.
Inside, the light was low. A few couches filled two walls, and a large counter was directly across from me. As the door shut, a girl in a tight micro dress stepped to the counter. She looked Hispanic, maybe Cuban.
“Hello, welcome to the Rose. Have you been here before?”
Her accent was not too thick. Enough to let you know she was not of American birth, but could speak excellent English.
“No first time. Heard this was an excellent place to come to.”
She cocked her head slightly while staring at me, weighing my statement. “And where did you hear about us sir?”
“Over the Internet. Guy in a chat room suggested this place. Said his name was Texas Red and that he was a regular. Said to ask for the Fabulosa special.”
She smiled when I said Fabulosa, realizing what I meant. “ Yes, I know the gentleman you speak of. Well then, please follow me.’
She stepped from behind the counter and I followed her down a small hallway off the right, away from the door I would have figure I go through to the modeling rooms. She opened a door and I followed her down another hallway. She stopped before a second door and turned to face me.
“You do understand the payment for the Fabulosa is up front?”
“Of course.”
I reached into my wallet and handed her the amount that Texas Red had advised I bring. $400 in twenties. A large amount, but according to Red, a small price for what I was about to experience.
“Good, and the remaining payment please?”
I had wondered if Red had truly been serious about this second part, regardless of how many times he told me over E-mail and the phone about this. I reached into the pocket of my coat and pulled out the three small glass vials containing the herbs I had procured. What they were exactly, I didn’t quite know. Some of the ones on the list I had recognized from my studies in college and from reading I had done on witchcraft and sorcery. A little shop in Houston’s China town had provided these, the owner looking at me oddly when I asked for them.
“Why you want these? They do no good for any ache or pain. No good for medicine.”
“I was told to ask for them. They’re part of payment for some folks.”
At this his eyes had narrowed and you could see sudden comprehension of my plans come over him.
“You go to whorehouse with these, yes?”
“Uh, might be. Listen I just need these herbs, can I get them or not.”
He sat the plants down and looked at me. “I give you these things, but you listen closely first, then decide you still want them.”
Separately, all these herbs were just plants, the old Oriental had told me. But together, mixed properly, they could be used to create a brew to cast spells over, to control the mind and the senses. I had enough experience in dealing with the Asian culture to take the old mans words deadly serious.
“Only one kind of person ask for these to use. A women who is not a women, who will devour your soul if she use this. Listen well to me.”
He told me all he knew of this, and I listened intently. Finally when he was done, I still took the herbs, and paid extra for his knowledge and an antidote to anything this brew might do.
I now handed the girl the vials and she held them up to the light to examine them. She smiled recognizing the plants inside. “Excellent, follow me please.”
We stepped through he door into a large room. The lights here were a bit brighter, large lamps shining softly, The furniture here was much more expensive, the floor covered with what seemed to be thick Persian style rugs. A large four poster bed with a silk canopy dominated the room.
“Please make yourself comfortable. The Fabulosa will begin momentarily. “
I stripped down to my underwear, wanting the girl to finish for me. As I folded my jacket, I reached into the inside pocket, and pule out a small vial, containing a deep green liquid. I attached it to the leather strung beads on my neck already. It looked to be just a pendant now, nothing unusual. If I did get into trouble this would be my escape, maybe the only way out.
A door at the far end of the room opened and in walked three women. To call them beautiful was to be unkind. They were unlike any women I had ever seen. The first was a blonde, tall and lithe, her breasts seeming to want to burst from the leather bustier she wore. The second, Asian, possibly Korean I thought. She wore a black and red bikini set, her hard muscular body tan and firm.
The third was the most striking. A redhead. But not simply red. Fiery, explosively beautiful red hair cascaded past her shoulders down to the middle of her back. She wore a simple gown, thin straps holding it on her shoulders, breasts large but firm, nipples hard through the black silk.
They stood at the foot of the bed, seemingly for minutes, letting me stare at them, them at me. Something in their eyes seemed almost inhuman, predatory. I waited for them to speak, the old mans admonitions running through my mind.
“Welcome, to the Fabulosa. I am Lilith,” said the red head. “This is Ling, pointing to the Asian girl, and this is Lysette,” motioning to the blonde.
“What would you care for this evening good sir?”
I had been told about this question and told what to ask for.
“I want to you to make me feel like no women ever has, to satisfy every part of my body and mind. Make me feel like I never have, Can you do that?’
The laughed in unison and Ling and Lysette began to crawl across the bed towards me. Lilith walked to a table across the room and I saw her pick up the vials of herbs. She began to empty them into a small bowl I had noticed earlier and sat this on a holder directly over a candle. Then she added some water from a small pitcher. My blood chilled a the sight of her beginning to mix this brew.
My attention was brought back to the bed by the feel of Lings tongue slowly sliding up my leg. Lysette was now face with me. Her mouth pressed hard to mine and our tongues began to intertwine. My hands began to roam across her hard body and I felt he cool leather of her corset under my hands.
Ling had reached my crotch by now and began to kiss the growing bulge in my shorts. Her mouth seemed unbelievably hot through the fabric and I longed to feel it on my skin. I arched up and she dragged them down off my hips, my erect cock springing into view.
‘Oh my, such a nice cock you have,” she murmured. Her tongue snaked out and began to lick all over it, seeming to wrap around it. I wondered just how long her tongue could be, and pushed the sudden thought of what she could really be from my mind.