"Find your life's work." That's what one of my teachers told me once. "find your life's work and you find the key to happiness." Right. Well, maybe she was right. Who knows. At least this is a living. And it does have its benefits.
So here I am. Another convention. Another city. I really need to learn to play the humdrum one of these days. I've had enough practice.
The bar is moderately busy. Most of the "workshops" are over for
the day. These overworked refugees from the corporate brainwashing sessions
are looking for something to burn off the brain cells they had to exercise today.
Or a lot of brain cells.
I can feel their eyes, the ones who are hunting. It's like little hot
trails up and dwon my body. They look, evaluate, linger on the parts they like.
Most of them move on. Married guys. Can't take the risk of picking up
strange stuff at a convention. Never know when you might wake up in a tub full
of ice with your kindey gone or something. Gotta love those urban legends.
Oh. Here's a bold one now. Slides right onto the stool next to me. I see him coming out of the corner of my eye. Fifty maybe. Looks fairly well kept. Probly got his own haiur still. Heavy but not overweight yet. No wedding ring. No little white ring line either. A player or at least a player wannabe. We'll just see.
"Can I buy you a drink? You look like a lady with appetities."
What a line. He's propbably rehearsed that one on a lot of pickups in the bars.
"Sure ya can. That's the thing about appetites. Someof them take a lot of satisfying." I lean forward slightly, allowing the loose neckline of my dress to fall forward, giving his some emphasis to what he thinks my "appetites" might be. Silly boy.
"Well, let me at least take care of your thirst. WE can talk about the other things after a drink."
"Sure thing, Sugar. Are ya here for business or otherwise?"
"I have to admit, the convention is and has been one of the least memorable
things I have spent two days doing. Agt least it's wrapping up now. I
guess I just wanted to unwind for an evening before I have to go back and start
digesting all this stuff."
"That makes sense. All work and no play....."
"All true. It's just a shame that there's no playing going on here." He smiles knowingly, appraising my reaction out of the corner of his eyes. So this one could be a player, eh? WEll we;ll just have to see how "game" he really is.
"I understand just what you mean." I place a hand on his knee. I know he can feel the warmth of it through the fabric of his slacks. He turns his head to look directly into my eyes. "Why don't we just get away from this bar," I ask. "I have a room here. We can really relax and forget about your convention. And we can discuss appetites." I smile.
Before he can answer I am up and strolling toward the door. I hear him calling the bartender for the drink tab, a note of anxiety in his voice. Mustn't worry, dear, you won't lose me.
By the time I reach the elevators he catches up.
"Thought I'd lost you."
"There's no danger of that. I just felt that discussion wouldn't get us where we want to be. Sometimes words just get in the way. But c'mon up and we can talk later." The elevator dings and the doors slide open. I step in. He follows me closely, pressing me into a corner of the car as the doors slide shut.
"Where are we going?"
"All the way.....to the top." I smile and reach past him, pressing the button for the penthouse.
"Are you really that rich?"
"Well, lets just say that I'm careful."
"Oh really," he gets adventurous again, cups my ass with a big hand. "You haven't been areful so far."
"Just about some things. Oh, by the way, you should know that I share the penthouse."
He cools off. Takes a step back. "Share?"
I laugh at his response. "It's OK, really. I have a roomate. Her name is Cleo. She doesn't mind at all. I'll even introduce you to her."
"Is she like you?"
"She's nothing like me, except that she likes nice men too."
He's getting interested again. I can almost see in his eyes the pictures he's imagining. Two girls...one guy....
He moves closer again as the elevator rises. For a moment I recall the first time I took a ride like this. It wasn't so long ago, but I was the guest that time.........
....."So you really hate these conventions?" He had approached me at the bar. I was three days into a five day convention. It was as much fun as getting root canals, and I told him so.
"Are you here for the convention too?"
"No," he replied. "I'm just traveling though here on business. Thankfully I don't have any conventions in my work." He chuckled to himself.
"What kind of work do you do?"
"I'm an importer, sort of. Here, your drink is almost empty. I'll order you another."
"Thanks. And what sort of an importer are you?"
"Here you go. Enjoy. All kinds of things really, depending on what happens to be in vogue at the moment. But exotic animals for the most part."
"Exotic animals?" The combination of alcohol and boredom brought my curiosity to the top. "What kinds of exotic animals? Don't tell me you're one of those Great White Hunters!" I laughed.
"Actually no. I import exotic reptiles for zoos and private collectors. Let me tell you it's a heck of a lot easier than tigers and elephants."
"You mean snakes and lizards and stuff like that?"
"Well just snakes really. They travel a lot better than other reptiles. Don't tell me you're one of those women who gets spooked by snakes. Sorry if I am giving you the willies or anything."
"Not at all. I actually kinda like snakes. I always thought about owning one as a pet, but my landlord would completely go berserk at the thought."
"I understand. A lot of people feel that way, and it's completely unjustified."
"For sure. Snakes have a bad reputation that they don't deserve."
"Well, if you feel that way, would you like to see some of my imports?"
"You keep them HERE? In the HOTEL!"
"Well, not all of them. That would be too big a job for me. But I do have one with me that is much to special for the usual handlers."
"Really? Why is that?"
"For one thing, she's big. Over twenty feet. And she's albino. The kind of specimen that tends to get kidnapped by other collectors."
"Twenty feet. omigawd! Wait, you said 'she'. This snake is a female?"
"That's right. I call her Cleo. After Cleopatra. Seems fitting."
"For sure. Queen of the Nile. HA. So when can I meet the royal lady?"
"Right now if you want to. It's just upstairs."
"She is safe, isn't she?"
"She's very friendly. No problem. That's one reason I'm able to book her into the hotel."
"Well, OK then. Take me to your queen." I set the other empty glass on the bar. That was a strong drink, or I'd had my limit. I was a littlw wobbly on my heels. He graciously took my arm to steady me.
"Those are pretty strong. Let me help you."
"Thanks. A real gentleman." I laughed. "Where's your shining armor?"
"I gave it up. Spooks the damsels. And the dragons can see it a mile away."
He escorted me out of the bar and through the busy hotel lobby. At the elevators, he pressed the call button and when the car came, helped me in. I leaned against him a little harder than I should have, but after all, conventions are boring and I needed an outlet.
"Patience," he said, steadying me. "We'll be there in a minute." He pushed the "penhouse" button and the car rose smoothly. Moments later a soft chime announced our arrival. The elevator doors opened into the entry way to the penhouse suite.
"You must make a lot of money importing snakes."
"Well, let's just say that there is a certain lifestyle I have to maintain."
He unlocked the door and showed me in. I was immediately in awe. The penhouse covered the entire top floor of the hotel. The views I could see of the city were incredible. He escorted me to a leather covered sofa.
"I have to change and check on my calls. The bar is right over there. Make yourself at home. I'll be right back."
Left to myself I kicked off my shoes, stretching my toes in the deep shag carpeting. I might as well get a drink and explore. As I was pouring, I heard a soft splashing from behind a partly closed door. A pool? I had to see. I couldnt believe that a place like this might actually have a pool. I quietly crossed the room and pushed the door open far enough to peek around the edge.
"Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't know there was anyone else here." I stammered in haste. The room beyond the door held a huge spa. The pool was four times the size of any jacuzzi I'd ever seen. The space was lit dimly by banks of flickering candles. The walls and floor were covered with smooth dark tiles. In the pool, lounging up to her shoulders in the faintly steaming water, lounged one of the most remarkable women I had ever seen. Her skin was a deep golden color, as though she had tanned in a sun that was both fierce and gentle at the same time. Her pale blonde hair, damp with water, framed a long narrow face with high cheek bones that accented remarkable eyes that, like her skin, were almost golden. Her lips were full and sensual. I was in lust instantly.
"It's alright," she said casually. "I don't mind. Are you a friend of Jeff's?"
"Well, I don't know if friend is right. I just met him downstairs. He invited me up."
She laughed, a beautiful melodic sound. "I suppose he told you about his exotic animals and you just had to see for yourself."
"Well, yes. But I didn't expect this suite or anything. This is great!"
"I'm glad you like it. Why don't you join me in the soak? There's plenty of room."
"But I don't have a suit."
She laughed again. "Well neither do I, silly. C'mon in. It's just girl stuff, isn't it? I mean you don't have a wooden leg or anything do you?"
"I guess not. OK. Thanks."
I stripped my dress off over my head, pushed my panties down my legs and kicked them off. I never wear a bra, so I was ready for the tub in seconds.
"Very nice," she remarked. "You look good enough to eat."
"Well," I laughed. "It's a tub not a soup kettle."
I tested the water with a toe. Perfect. I slowly lowered myself into the pool. It was heavenly. My pool-mate smiled as I adjusted to the warmth and settled against the wall opposite her.
"Feels good, doesnt it," she smiled. "But you don't have to be over there all by yourself." She slid around the pool until we were shoulder to shoulder in the water. Her skin felt strangely cool against mine.
"Can I ask you something personal," she asked, her pale golden eyes peering into mine. "Do you like girls?"
I laughed. "I like anybody who is nice." She was coming on to me. Amazing! Walk into a strange suite and get hit on by a georgeous stranger.
"That's so sweet," she laughed. "Then you wouldn't mind if I kissed you?"
Was she kidding? I was having all I could do to keep my hands to myself. "Not
at all. Please do. You have lovely lips."
She leaned forward and her full mouth covered mine. Her lips felt as cool as
her skin. It excitied me in some way I couldn't name. She sucked my lower
lip between hers. I felt a sudden sting on my lip.
"Ow! You bit me!"
"I did. Don't worry." She stroked my face with her cool fingers. "It's just something that will relax you."
"Relax me! What are you talking about? I better go..." I tried to raise myself out of the water, and found that I couldn't. My arms and legs felt strangely heavy, unresponsive. "What's wrong with meeee?"
"There's nothing wrong, my precious one. I just gave you a little of my venom to relax your muscles before we play."
"Venom???Play???? What are you saying?"
"You'll see soon enough, my poor mouse. Let me just get you all comfortable."
My body seemed to be paralyzed. I watched in horror as she slid over me, never breaking eye contact. Her cool skin slid against mine in the warm water. Her nipples hard points against my breasts. I felt her pushing my legs open and her body seemed to slide effortlessly between them. She braced her hands on my shoulders and pushed her upper body away from mine. I felt something move around me, something impossible. I was able to lean my head forward and see the body of what appeared to be an enormous golden snake. It was wrapping its coils effortlessly around my torso. Three thick coils encircled me, from hips to breast, curling under my breasts and pushing them up painfully.
"What are you dooooingggg..."
"Only getting comfy, dear."
"What....what are youuuuu......"
She smiled again. "I am Cleo, Cleo the lamia. And you are my toy and my prey, precious one."
"Nooooooo....pleeez let me gooooo.."
"I think not." I felt the coils tighten, the slack going out of them so that they fit snugly against my body. Then I felt another motion. She was pressing her wet sex against mine. The lips of her vulva seemed to writhe and adjust, covering mine completely. Her sex began a rhythmic suction, pulling on me deep inside.
"Ohhhhhhmygod......nnoooooooo..."
She silenced me with her lips, a deep sucking kiss. I felt her forked tongue twine mine and tug on it. At the same time her coils tightened fractionally, going from only snug to a firm hug. She broke the kiss for a moment.
"I will drain you completely, my sweet. But before you are squeezed
dry of your essence in my coils, I will make you experience incredible pleasure.
You will beg me to suck you dry." She punctuated her remark with another
squeeze, a tight hug. The sucking or her pussy became more intense. I found
myself becoming aroused in spite of my fear. It was soooo goood....
She leaned into the kiss again, beginning a cycle, kiss, squeeze, suck, kiss,
squeeze, suck. Each squeeze tighter. I felt my life being drawn out through
my pussy and into hers. So erotic so awful. I moaned against her lips. She responded
by squeezing harder, compressing my stomach and chest. The feeling so intense.
I felt an orgasm rise. It shot through me like a rocket. She immediately squeezed
harder, sucking the sensation into herself.
I was becoming weak. It was so hard to inhale against the pressure of her coils. I came again. She sucked it up, still kissing intently. She reached down and tweaked my nipples. I climaxed. She drew it into herself. Another squeeze. I was gasping. She broke the kiss again.
"Very soon now, lovely one. You are sssooo goood. I shall have every bit of your essence. I can feel you slip away." Squeeze suck squeeze.
I came yet again. Could barely breathe now. She watching me, measuring what I had left to take. Suck Squeeze. I couldn't remember not coming now. It was almost continuous. I wanted to let her drain me, give myself to her. A glimmer of an idea opened in my mind.
"Wait.....gasp wheeze....wait..."
"What is it, precious prey?"
"Idea.....hrrfffffff......better......hnnnghhhhh.....way....."
"Better way? Tell me quickly or I shall finish you now."
I began to whisper urgently.......
So now here I am, watching with interest as Cleo "feeds" on our latest guest, the guy from the bar. She enjoyed her former partner too. He was just too surprised for words, and for breath, to find out that I had come up with an idea that would get her a lot more "toys" and feedings that depending on girls. I mean, after all, men are so easy..
I love watching her work a man to death. This one is at the point where he can't make a sound. Cleo's coils are so tight he's got all he can do just to wheeze a little. He's shaking uncontrollably, because he's coming so hard right now. But Cleo has wrapped her tail twice around the base of his cock, keeping him from ejaculating. I know that's gotta hurt. And all the time her incredible pussy keeps sucking on his organ, driving him to climax after climax. Once in a while she'll let up with her tail enough to let him cum a couple of drops and then clamp right back on him again. She calls it "tasting". I bet he calls in insanity. HA.
"Cleo, honey. Are you about done? I'd sure like some time."
"Sure, baby. This one's ready."
She releases the hold on his cock. All his bottled up substance surges out
in one huge wave. She simultaneously sucks it all up and keeps sucking. Her
coils clench. I can see his body shrivel as his life sucks away. Cleo seems
to glow as she absorbs him. He shrivels and shrinks, skin tightening almost
to his bones. And I can see that he is still conscious, aware that he is going.
And he cant stop it. He wants it. He's so far gone that his essence, his
life force, willingly drains away into Cleo's clutching cunt. He turns
grey, withers, and is gone. She releases him, and I watch as his body dissolves
into dust. When the tub drains, he is gone.
Cleo's smile is everywhere as she reaches for me with arms and lips and
coils. After she feeds like this we play for hours and she takes me to the edge
again and again. It's just heavenly. Cleo tells me that we can do this
practically forever too. It seems that her venom preserves things, like youth
and beauty. So as long as I keep her in nice juicy men, we'll be together
for a while.
By Summer