Fairy Tales

Daali stretched as she felt the moonlight on her skin. It’s so beautiful outside, and I’m sooo hungry…. It was Daali’s turn to go into town. H’lacey, her partner, did pretty good last week – $3000 wasn’t something to turn your nose up at. And yet, as she was constantly reminded by H’lacey, they always needed more.

Just as well, thought Daali. She’d been feeling the ache since last night, but unfortunately she had been responsible for accomplishing more important tasks before dawn. And so, tonight she exited and secured the locker, adjusting her black stockings before strolling down the avenue. Her hips, wrapped in the scarlet dress she had chosen for this evening, swayed in time to the beat of her stilettos against the asphalt. She loved the way her ass looked in this outfit – it (and she) would be the center of attention in any room.

As sure as snow on the North Pole, when Daali entered the Silhouette and sat down at the bar, she felt the arousal level in the room triple almost immediately – and not just from the men. “Excuse me – Earth to Bill?” said one aggravated lady to her date as Daali giggled at the disturbance she was causing. Her brown hair was wrapped tightly into a bun, allowing inquiring eyes to wander down her back without distraction. Knowing that she was drawing so much attention made her hot inside, but she ignored it as she crossed her legs and asked for a cocktail. Daali was on a mission – she could not simply satisfy her hunger, regardless of how insistent her desires were.

She flashed a radiant smile at the bartender, thanking him for her drink. “On the house,” he replied, grinning back before moving down the bar to serve other patrons. Daali closed her eyes and sipped her drink, letting out a soft moan for effect. Clearing her mind, she took in a deep breath through her nose.

Even unable to see, Daali could smell the location of every person sitting in the room. Hmm… the bartender. He smelled like a mix of cayenne pepper and strong cinnamon. He must get a ton of girls…and it’s no wonder. The other 3 men at the bar… Daali was overwhelmed with the smell of uncooked fish. Definitely not! Daali surveyed one side of the room to the other, noting the various smells available. When she reached the back corner, she was caught off guard by a strong smell of cocoa.

Daali opened her eyes and briefly glanced in the direction of the scent. A tall man with caramel skin sat in the corner, attempting to watch the billiards game in progress. Daali could tell he wasn’t trying very hard – his arousal level was quite high, and it was directed straight at her. Let’s be sure, thought Daali, as she adjusted her ass to protrude obscenely from the bar stool. She felt the ties of her satin panties press against her hips and ass – they had to be showing through her dress. She felt the heat from the men in the room increase again – and her caramel gentleman was the worst off. Poor guy, Daali said to herself, he must be harder than a steel pipe right now.

The thought of a hard steel pipe, and the increasing warmth and wetness between her legs, almost made up Daali’s mind. …I can hear H’lacey now, she thought – “you gotta be sure about these gaharae before you open up your legs, Daali!” That conversation never ended well.