Chapter 2
Drew awoke in fog. He was in his bed, lying face down, but he never slept face down. He could hardly move and was sore all over his body. He felt like he had no energy, like he had completed the Iron Man and lived to tell about it. He rolled over, trying to move towards the bathroom, knowing he needed to pee, but too damn trashed to even try. He thought for a moment of just peeing where he was and deal with it later, but sanity intervened, and he leveraged his body to a sitting position.
"Fuck I hurt" he whispered out loud. This wasn't a hangover, he had had many of those, this was something different. He looked at his bed and thought "what the hell?" His bed was trashed, the bedclothes half off or completely off the bed. Then the smell hit him. The bed reeked. Reeked of sex? Of her?
Just then the shower turned off. He swiveled his head towards the bathroom door and saw the red cape crumpled on the bathroom floor.
"Fuck me" he whispered.
As Drew watched, a beautiful long fingered hand reached out to grab the red robe with long black hair following to fan and swing. The robe retrieved, there was a moment of silence and then the apparition walked into his room toweling her hair. There stood an amazingly gorgeous specimen of female beauty with the infamous face that launched a thousand ships, 5'-10", long black hair, and large breasts topped with finger thick erect nipples pierced with the gold and ruby circles he saw last night. Her long lean dancer's legs ended on the folded lips of her sex, and another gold and ruby circle peeked out from her engorged clit. Again, a memory from last night on the wall.
Her alabaster skin seemed to shine with a glow that was beyond the limited lighting. Her eyes, green- hazel that had a light all their own. She tossed the robe next to Drew, but he noticed that it floated slowly next to him, one wing of the cloak seemed to reach out and caress his arm as it settled on the bed next to him.
"Ah, human you made it. I was worried for a while that I overdid it with you," she said in a heavy but very sexy Irish brogue. She started to chuckle. "That thing you did with your tongue and cock in my arse...well, I about lost my mind," she paused looking out without focus. "It's been many a year that I had so much fun in one night, but it was almost the death of you me boyo."
Drew, his mouth hanging open, was just frozen in place, barely able to breath. She continued to walk closer and stood directly in front of him, so his eyes were staring directly at her ruby encrusted clit. Drew raised his eyes to meet hers, those beautiful almond shaped green eyes. He finally caught his breath and asked, "Who are you?"
"Oh Boyo, in my parcel of living, names carry too much power, just call me the Lady-in-Red if you wish," she said as she reached out and ruffled his hair.
With the intimate contact, energy flared between them, both gasped at the same time and looked deeply into each other's eyes. He was immediately hard, and she could feel her clit spasm and moisture dripped down her thigh. The spark that passed between them caused her to grab his hair in a knot in her hand. "What are you Boyo?" she asked while looking deeper into his eyes.
"Me?" he asked. "Me? I am just your basic white-bred middle-aged manager. What in all living hell are you?" he paused, smelling her again and noticing that the ruby in her clit was glowing. As he scanned up her body, he noted that she really did have her own inner glow. Drew thought her skin looked like that sparkly shit in those bad teen vampire movies.
