Chapter 31: What a Friday Morning...

"I am of half a mind to accompany you throughout your day," Lorelei said as she turned off the car's engine. "No one else would know of my presence. Just you."

In the passenger's seat of the car, Alex gave it a little thought. "I'd never be able to concentrate on my classes," he admitted with honesty but reluctance.

Lorelei turned a bit in the driver's seat. She ran a hand through his hair as she whispered into his ear, "I am far more stimulating than anything being taught here."

As with every time she touched him like this, Alex's eyes fluttered and threatened to roll back into his head. His breath became heavy. "You really are," he mumbled.

"Or you could skip your day of school?" she suggested. "We could be together, as we were all last night... this morning." Alex groaned with a smile that Lorelei shared. Once they'd seen his friends off, Alex and Lorelei returned to his bed at home for a long, sensuous night of slow and indulgent lovemaking. When he awoke this morning, they were still intertwined. He had to earn his morning shower in a vigorously physical manner before she'd let him up.

"I thought you said you had things to do today," Alex murmured.

"I do," she conceded, "but doing you would be much more fun."

"How am I supposed to say no to you?"

"You're not," Lorelei answered with a grin that he could hear. Her other hand reached down to his groin to get to work on freeing his erect flesh. "No one will notice us," she whispered before he could protest. Her tongue began exploring his ear.

"Then how... huh... wow... how can I be the one in charge?"

The succubus purred. "You are in charge, Alex. I am yours. In every way." Her right leg came over the divider between their seats, slipping up against his leg. She wore only a miniskirt and, as he could now tell, had somehow slipped off her panties without him noticing. (He wondered, briefly while he was capable of coherent thought, why she would hide such a move from him?) Her scent was intoxicating.

"Then what... happens when... when I say no to you?"

Demonstrating her inhuman grace and agility once more, Lorelei pivoted on her right foot to swing herself over him. Her left leg went over his right shoulder while her left hand deftly reached down to recline his seat. In a smooth movement she settled in on top of him as his seat leaned back, bringing her mouth toward his while the wet lips of her cunt kissed his erect shaft.

"Then I will give you a sultry, seductive, pouty look," Lorelei said, offering him just that, "until you fuck me into adoring obedience." She slid her labia around his cock teasingly for a moment before lining him up to penetrate her. As she lowered herself upon the head of his cock, the hand she had run across his scalp grabbed onto his hair. Their eyes snapped open wide. They gazed into one another's eyes as she impaled herself upon him, her right leg low along his leg with her left laid across his chest.

She didn't move much at first, knowing how Alex savored the initial moments of penetration and closeness. Lorelei found it mesmerizing, too. Every bit of contact between them was worthy of their attention. Snugly enveloping every square inch of his flesh, Lorelei grinned wantonly, kissed him, and then began to grind.

Passersby completely ignored the car. Several people actually walked right between the Lexus and the car next to it, moving inches from this act of public intercourse, but were oblivious to the passion unfolding right next to them.

"Oh God," Alex moaned in luxury. He wasn't complaining in the slightest when he said, "I think I'm going to be late to class."

"It'll be fine," Lorelei breathed. "Your first class today is with that pretty Professor Alden. You like her. She'll see your handsome face and smell me upon you and all will be forgiven. Aaaaah," she whimpered in his ear. "You could probably sink this cock into her right after class if you played your cards right."

Alex groaned again, holding Lorelei's ass with both hands. She smiled wantonly. "You like that thought, don't you? Roaming through campus... fucking whatever ladies strike your fancy... oh... you can have anyone you like... yes... I feel it, too... don't resist, master... my gift to you..."

It was, in fact, a thought that his imagination could run away with. His mind was flooded with images of different partners, different settings, and different positions. Lorelei shared all these visions and drank them greedily, coaxing more out of him with the soft but insistent sounds of her voice and the gyrations of her impaled hips.

As usually what happens, they came explosively together. Alex's pleasures and satisfaction were too vividly shared with Lorelei for anything less. In time, Lorelei knew, they would be able to cum separately as well as together, which would be delicious for both. For now, however, every release was a shared moment of rapture.

Alex's eyes were wide with amazement as he looked into hers. They were almost motionless for a moment, still joined and breathing heavily. Then his hand slipped around her neck and brought her close for a long and deep kiss that said more to her than either had said aloud yet. Then he simply held her close, unwilling to withdraw from her yet as they both calmed down.

"Enjoy your day, master," she said with both sweetness and seduction. "Without restraint."

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Ahmed didn't head down to his pool hall -- well, not his anymore, of course -- until after nine in the morning. He had awoken late to tell his wife the great news from the night before, only to get into a screaming fight with her. Rather, Emina shouted quite a bit. Ahmed had tried defending himself, but soon sat at their kitchen table with his hands over his bowed head while Emina expounded, at length, about the diminutive size of his brain.

The price for the hall was itself more than fair. Mr. Gorge had offered enough to walk away with a significant profit, in fact, when all was said and done. But it wasn't that Ahmed disliked his pool hall and wanted to sell it. The hall was doing very well, except that even "very well" wasn't good enough in light of the terms of his refinanced business loans.

When the economy tanked and refinancing opportunities were to be had, Ahmed had thought he could make better progress in eliminating his start-up debts. Instead, he was taken for a ride, and those refinanced loans crippled his profits. Ahmed had only realized this over the last year and was thrilled to have this chance to get out from under that bad deal.

Except then Emina reminded him of how tenuous their retirement plans had become. How so much of their savings had been wiped out by the capriciousness of the market. How he was a little old to find a good new job in such a bad economy. And of how his profit margin on the sale, regardless of being quite favorable, was ultimately finite, while they were not yet ready to retire and their future needs were therefore effectively incalculable. She didn't say this in English, of course, as she rarely spoke English when she was upset. But in Bosnian his wife was quite eloquent, regardless of her moods.

She was also, even today, quite beautiful. Ahmed loved his wife every bit as much now as he had when he married her in their homeland against the wishes of his family and half a village of rival suitors. Even now when he looked at her, he saw that fiery young woman he'd married thirty years earlier with the intention of fulfilling her dreams to go to the United States and make their fortune. Even now, he wanted nothing more than her happiness.

And so it was with great trepidation that Ahmed returned to his -- the -- pool hall that morning hoping that the charming, affable Mr. Gorge might somehow reconsider the terms of his purchase. That was a foolish hope, of course, but for Emina, he had to try.

Something looked wrong, somehow, when Ahmed pulled up to the front of the hall. He got out, locked his car, and walked to the front door to find it open. When he walked in he could see that there was something out of sorts inside. A moment or two later, he had it: there was debris, and missing furniture, all toward the back and center of the main room.

"Hello?" called a voice from behind the bar. Ahmed looked up to see a tall, strikingly beautiful woman in a crisp, flattering business suit with the inventory binders in front of her.

"Ah. Hello," Ahmed blinked. "Is Mr. Gorge here? I'm the owner -- former owner," he corrected.

She smiled. "You're Mr. Kovac? It's a pleasure to meet you," she said, stepping out from behind the bar to offer her hand. "Call me Lori. Mr. Gorge won't be back, but I'm here to take care of his interests in the establishment."

Ahmed shook her hand, feeling even more confused. "Where is he?"

"Oh, he has already moved on. You know how wealthy people are," she added with a knowing wink.

Ahmed nodded. He did not, in fact, know any wealthy people. Not really. He'd made a few acquaintances in the Chamber of Commerce, but on a personal level Ahmed was himself the most successful businessman he knew.

"What...happened?" he asked, gesturing with his hand.

"Ah. Well. Mr. Gorge unfortunately took it upon himself to lock up after your bartender, Jim, left for the evening, but then forgot. Mr. Gorge left the door wide open. The register has been bashed open and emptied, several bottles were stolen from behind the bar -- a couple of them are smashed on the floor back there, too -- and they did this."

He looked around curiously, finding himself quite stunned at the damage done to one particular pool table. It looked like someone had hacked at it with a meat cleaver. "Is that blood?!" he gasped.

"No, no," Lori said in a calming tone. "I thought so, too, but it's not. Too dark and thick. I've -- Mr. Gorge has taken an interest in much seedier establishments than this one before," she added by way of explanation. "Unfortunately, I couldn't for the life of me tell you what it actually is, and the security tapes were stolen, too. But if it's not blood and it's not something flammable -- which it isn't -- then I guess it really doesn't matter what there is beyond general vandalism."

"Huh," Ahmed mumbled. He didn't really know if he believed her or not, but she sounded confident. He certainly wanted to believe her. The last thing he wanted was to find out some terrible crime had taken place in his pool hall, regardless of whether or not he had just sold it.

"Ah, Mrs. -- Lori?" Ahmed began, "I wonder -- I wanted to ask Mr. Gorge some questions about the sale last night."

"Oh?"

"Yes. It was very fast. Very fast. Too fast, you see. I hoped to work out things. Details I forgot."

'Lori' cocked her head curiously. "I don't suppose you have to paperwork that Mr. Gorge left you with last night?" she asked. "I could get it from him myself, but for convenience's sake if you have your own copy we could look it over now."

"Yes. Yes," Ahmed said, pulling out the folded sheets of paper. He smoothed them out on one of the pool tables. "Is all very simple, you see. Maybe too simple, is my worry."

"You are concerned about the price?"

"No. Yes. Ah, yes and no," Ahmed smiled weakly. "Price is good, yes, but I have loans to pay off and such. I can do this, but I am unsure of details. I hoped Mr. Gorge would not feel is too late."

Lori nodded, looking over the paperwork quickly. "It does seem like a fair price."

"Ah. Well. I did not expect to sell until last night when Mr. Gorge came to me."

She smiled comfortingly. "Opportunity knocked, and you didn't want to miss it."

"Yes."

"Mr. Kovac—"

"Ahmed, please. Call me Ahmed."

"Ahmed, then. It's just Lori, by the way. Ahmed, I understand that this probably came on in a rush." She sounded sympathetic. She'd had a couple thousand years to practice faking such emotions, after all. But when she sensed an opportunity to fix a wrinkle in her plans, she had no need to cover the twinkle in her eye. "Tell me, what sort of plans did you have for business after you sold the hall?"

His own smile weakened a bit, seeming vulnerable. "That is the real problem," he acknowledged. "That is what I really have to talk with Mr. Gorge about."

Lori nodded, folding the sales papers back up without giving them back. She leaned on the pool table and looked at him thoughtfully. "Mr. Gorge has already passed ownership in the hall to a new party."

Ahmed blinked. "He has? So soon?"

"Mr. Gorge had plans when he made the purchase. Most of them didn't work out as he had intended, but I think they'll work out to your benefit as well as to the new owners. Tell me, Ahmed, how would you feel about staying on as manager? For a few years, at least?"