Note: The Life of Desiree will be snapshots and not necessarily building on the last story in a contiguous way, if you like them I will keep writing them but there is no end point really, just little short stories that all have the same character. I will write in numbered chapter style though, just because its easier to keep track of that way.
Chapter 1 – Desiree and the Incubus.
Desiree walked into the bathroom to check her appearance before going out tonight. She looked in the mirror and smiled as she thought she was absolutely perfect.
She had curly strawberry blonde hair that flowed down to the small of her back. She had a cute nose, pouty lips and jade green eyes. Her ruby ear rings drew the eyes to her long slender neck.
She was about 5'4" which made her C cup breasts appear bigger than they were as they seemed to peek out the top of her slinky black dress, but somehow they still seemed to fit her body perfectly. Her long, creamy white toned legs looked sexy with the 3 inch heals she was wearing.
She absolutely knew she was a knock out, but she wasn't snobbish about it either, just self aware. She had no time to be into herself overly, she did have her mission after all.
She happily recalled earlier in the day when she had closed that deal. She was a corporate buyer/seller which she loved. She had always been good at making sales and enjoyed interacting with people.
She also knew her looks helped there which was ok with her, she knew the reality that good deals and faith only got you so far in that world, without the social connections and appeal you couldn't get corporate types to even steal from you, much less the great deals she made.
The company she worked for didn't mind either as they pay her a mint in commissions based on the profits she brings to the company. So here she was ready to celebrate.
Desiree would have gone out anyway of course. She had a mission, a lifelong task that fit her nature much better than a sales job. She needed the job though because there were no earnings of a monetary type involving her mission. Her faith led her where she needed to go and what she needed to do.
She left her high rise condo and felt a kind of tug guiding her to go right so she started walking that way down the street confidently. She didn't know why she was going this way, truth be told she didn't know why she was wearing this dress either, all she had was her faith, listening for the prompting that would lead her where she needed to go, just like it led her to this dress.
Five blocks later she felt a prompting and turned left and 3 blocks later found herself at a club. She did not get in line but walked straight to the door. She saw the doorman check her out hard as he unclipped the rope barrier and allowed her to walk past. She smiled almost shyly at the man, used to this kind of service and attention but somehow always surprised by it. It wasn't about her at all after all.
She felt guided to the dance floor and started to dance, swaying and moving her body with grace and poise. She felt eyes on her and looked around until she found them. There were actually a lot of men looking at her, but she was guided to the ones that counted. A man stood a couple of feet away staring at her hungrily, she could swore she saw his eyes glow red for a moment as she locked eyes with him and danced in his direction.
He was 5'11" and handsome. Short black hair slightly spiked on top and ocean blue eyes. His body was cut and his gaze caused her to heat up. She smiled at him shyly, knowing already that she would be taking him home. They danced and she knew he could feel a connection too, lust passed back and forth between them. Some of the other dancers actually stopped to watch them as she and her new partner danced circles around each other, graceful and erotic.
When the song ended she smiled and he took her arm and led her off the dance floor to a small table and ordered them a couple of drinks.
"Hi, I'm Ben."
"Desiree," she said breathlessly, "nice to meet you Ben. You're a great dancer."
