Adalyn shivered contentedly against the smooth concrete floor she lay on. The last few days had been nothing short of exhausting. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see Will's silent form, still strapped naked and face down to the milking table. He was easy enough to get in here but even with her research and practice Adalyn realized she'd been completely unprepared for how grueling the task would actually be. With a groan the skinny redhead rolled over to give her back some of the same cool comfort her chest had been receiving from the cement foundation. She was naked, sweaty, and for once in her life feeling more tired than horny... a little bit anyway. Her hands were slick from oils and lube... and a host of other fluids. Her crotch was still hot and wet; a shower was in order if she wanted to offer herself up at her best.
Three days prior...
He was in his early twenties, his face gave that away easily enough. The button up shirt and tie either said he took college seriously or had a proper job, maybe a job he wanted to be proper. "Dress for the job you want, not the one you have", isn't that what they say? Adalyn watched him enter the shop from behind her dark red curls. He wasn't the standard customer, most clients were middle to late aged women, often single, looking for romantic advice. He was young, not handsome yet, still cute; one day he'd be a charmer though. He had a pleasant chin, attractive nose and defined jawline. His short black wavy hair was parted on the side and unless she was mistaken he stood a full six feet tall with broad shoulders to boot.
I could do worse, Adalyn thought to herself, smoothing out her rouge satin robe. "Let me guess..." she purred, startling Him with her presence behind the drapes. "You're here to have your fortune told?"
He started, clearly nervous. "You! You uh... scared me?" he fumbled his words. "But yes, the man who has entered the building that reads 'fortune teller' on the door has come to have his fortune told."
Definitely a hint of sarcasm in his voice, a rebellious streak maybe?
"Mmm, nothing gets by you..." murmured Adalyn slipping into the entryway to stand before him. She gave him a knowing smile, flashing her white teeth from behind her bright red lipstick. He fell silent, staring, his own lips parted cutely as if to say 'oh'. Adalyn eased her smile into a grin, choosing to dial it back a bit; lest she scare him away. Standing in front of him now she would have definitely pursued this opportunity at the first chance, regardless of the day, phase of the moon, or alignment of the planets. He was too fine a specimen to pass up. He smelled nice too, a young man wearing a grown man's cologne. His eyes darted to Adalyn, to voodoo decorations on the walls, to Adalyn, to the bookshelf with carefully placed musty tomes, to Adalyn, and away and back once again.
He opened his mouth to speak but Adalyn simply turned back to the dark hall hidden behind the embroidered drapery. He glanced around for a moment more, still nervous, but he had taken the bait and soon followed her tiny frame into the dark. The hall beyond felt cramped and suffocating, it was lit just enough to cast pale blue shadows along the fabric covered walls. It was all an act of course, but Adalyn knew the business well and she knew that showmanship was part of the services she provided. Tonight though, this poor young man would be receiving a better service than the one reserved for old women with too many cats.
Cool air brushed His face as they moved into the parlor from the hallway and he breathed a sigh of relief. It was a properly lit room, sparsely decorated with a few trinkets hanging from the ugly wood-slat walls left over from decades previous. Adalyn was already seated at an intimate little wooden table, shuffling an over-sized deck of cards. She smiled at him while whispering to herself. For a moment He almost fell for it, but he checked himself with the mantra "this is stupid, why am I here?" and cleared his throat.
Adalyn, as if she could hear his thoughts spoke up and placed the deck of cards down firmly, "you are here... because you seek guidance, is that right?" A grin played across her face as she looked at him coyly.
He stared, stopped in his tracks again. "Uh... yes! Yes, I'm here because... uh, well- there's a lot going on right now..." He stopped again and stared at the table, sitting down, dumbfounded. Adalyn sat patiently, gazing into his blue eyes, letting him decide how much to share. He took a breath and glanced up for a moment meeting her gaze before looking away once more, flustered. "I just graduated, and got a job too. It's not great, it's my dad's um... law firm. I'm just helping with filing and assisting others with case research." He looked to Adalyn for a moment, catching her own gaze back and trailed off, she hadn't stopped staring at him.
"You're wondering why you're telling me all this when I should already know?" asked Adalyn, feigning boredom. He nodded, looking guilty. "William," she whispered back to him, "I don't know the future.... but the spirits do. I allow them to communicate to you, through me. By getting to know you I can help them to focus in on your future. There are billions of people in the world, but just a few like me, and only one of you," she explained poking him on the end of his perfect nose for effect.
William stared for a bit, frozen, Adalyn guessed it was the nose boop. "A few like you?" he queried.
Dismissively Adalyn waved her hand, "sensitives, to the spirit world. Fortune tellers or witches, real ones though- none of that new age nonsense you find at the book store." Adalyn let her fingers caress his defined hands, "but enough about me Will, tell me about your problems, that's why you're here."
The young man didn't notice her touching him, but his breathing did grow heavier. "There's a girl... at the office. We've been seeing each other..."
Adalyn didn't break eye contact.
"Aaaaand things are starting to get serious... I think? I'm supposed to have dinner at her place tonight..."
"Congratulations" whispered Adalyn, barely audible. She smiled warmly at him.
"Uh... thanks?" replied William, noticing her fingers on his hand now which he slowly withdrew, suddenly embarrassed. "But... and this is kind of silly, given my age, and that I went to college..."
Adalyn had her suspicions of course but in this nature of work you let your clients give you all the information. "You're worried about having sex with her and disappointing her because you... lack experience?" she asked, dropping the smile and looking to him in earnest.
William nodded, his face deep red. He stared at the deck of cards upon the table.
Adalyn smiled warmly to him and removed the cards, "I don't think we need these", she said glancing at him playfully. He was averting his gaze, clearly uncomfortable. "You came here to find out if things would work out with her if you continued to avoid sex?"
"It's stupid..." he stated matter of factly. "I went to college. I know I'm not ugly. I was just always..." he sighed, trying to draw out an explanation, "so focused on creating a solid foundation. You know? So that I could provide for the right woman when the time came. Now the time is here and I just don't know if a relationship can work if I..."
"It won't." stated Adalyn.
William stared at her, somewhere between unbelieving and brokenhearted. She'd been so blunt, there wasn't a hint of kindness in her tone.
"I'm sorry William. But women, most women anyway, no matter how chaste they pretend to be... there will be nights where they need something more than financial security." Adalyn wondered if she was being too cruel, too matter of fact. Regardless of the impact this could have on him it was time to twist the knife. "I don't need the spirits to tell me that. If it will cheer you up I can do a reading on the house for you though..."
William shrugged dejectedly. Adalyn reached out and pulled his hand back to the center of the table and turned it over, slowly tracing her fingers across his palm. William adjusted his seating position. Had her robe been this open before? He titled his head slightly, drawn to the pale curves of her breasts, the full picture just out of reach.
"William?"
"Hmm?!" William startled for a second. Staring at Adalyn, staring at him, her mouth open in a seductive smile.
"See something you like William?" she asked. He couldn't tell if she was toying with him or not. She was damned attractive for looking to be twice his age.
Adalyn gave him a knowing grin and went back to stroking at his palm. It was a sensational feeling, he was half turned on, half sedated. William couldn't decide if he wanted to sleep or... the other thing. The thing he hadn't done yet.
The fortune teller was now fully leaned over the table, but her eyes were no longer fixed on William's hand. Her green eyes were now staring directly into his, her mouth still open in that grin, white teeth bared in hunger. "William... I have a solution to your problem..."
William took a deep breath, forgetting where he was for a moment, "a solution?"
Somehow his host had removed the table from between them and it was missing from the room. William only briefly noticed the sudden loss of furniture. The room felt smaller now, more intimate. Adalyn the fortune teller was all he had in his eyes. "Mhmm" she hummed, he could feel her voice vibrating through his chest and he was once again having trouble breathing. Had he been drugged at some point? She hadn't offered him anything... in fact William now realized he was incredibly thirsty.
In his haze William noted Adalyn was now behind him leaning over his broad shoulders, a cold glass of water in hand. William was becoming very aware of her breasts as they heaved against his back. He felt dizzy, and thirsty, so he took the water and drank deeply. Adalyn was unbuttoning his shirt, his tie was missing. "Wait..." he protested weakly.
"William" she moaned, crossing in front of him and straddling his lap. "You can fuck me... if it will make you feel better. That's what you're worried about, being a virgin. You can practice all you like on me..."
The offer was too good to pass up and in a confused state of horniness and... whatever this was- William dropped the glass on the ground and put his hands to the small of Adalyn's back, pressing her small frame against his own. He drank in her scent, his breath hot on her white neck as he kissed her collar bone and pulled her robe open to reach below. Adalyn's voice was a cacophony of seductive purrs and feminine growls, drowning out William's senses. With a grunt he lifted her up and laid her out on the floor, her robe was now wide open, her naked body exposed to his eyes. Adalyn stared at him innocently, chewing on one thumb while twirling her red hair in the other hand.
It was.. dizzying. William stopped for a moment, reeling back. "No," he protested weakly.
"William~" sang Adalyn's voice, reverberating through his skull. He was on his back now, something felt warm, and wet. He looked down to see Adalyn's head between his legs, her lips around the root of his cock. It felt incredible: she was staring up at him, her eyes begging for him to release himself into her throat. He held back, trying to cling to reality. When had this happened? He felt drunk, drunk and high on Adalyn. Catching his loss of focus on her Adalyn hummed onto his dick, the head of his shaft pulsed against the back of her throat and he finally lost himself to her grabbing her curly red hair and gasping with pleasure. Adalyn didn't release him from her mouth until he stopped shaking. She crawled up the length of his body like a snake, trailing her arms and legs along, pulling his clothes off to reveal a well-kept body.
"William," she whispered. He could only sigh in response. "We can't continue in the parlor" Adalyn sang, her voice drowning out his thoughts."I do business here. Can we go somewhere else?"
William couldn't remember answering, but he must have. When his mind returned to him he was face down, bound to a table, blindfolded and panicking. A thought struck him: *I never told her my name...*
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