Chapter 12B: Isiah

Just then I caught part of a heated one-way conversation. It sounded like a boss giving an employee a lecture except this was particularly venomous.

“You need to go out and keep working and not sit on your lazy ass. They aren’t going to come to you, you’re not as attractive as the others.” Said the unknown voice in a demeaning tone.

They were in a remote part of the room and I wouldn’t have noticed them at all if my hearing weren’t so good. The boss was an attractive brunette in her mid-twenties but was so stunningly beautiful everyone in the club paled in comparison except for Lauren and perhaps Kitty. She loomed over a young dark skin Hispanic girl. I doubted the girl was five feet tall and had a slim build and tiny breasts. The girl, although thin, didn’t look to be in great shape and had a little paunch. Her thick black glasses looked cheap and made her eyes seem larger. Her brown hair, although combed, looked dry and brittle. Her dark complexion was inconsistent, spotty, and full of blemishes. Overall, she wasn’t a terribly attractive girl. She wore a rainbow bikini with a matching garter around her slim thigh. She looked like she might not have been old enough to drink alcohol but still old enough to take off her clothes, between 18 and 21. She also looked a lot like Andi, my step sister who killed herself years ago. When I switched my sight, I at once noticed two things. One, the boss isn’t what I expected but should have. I’ll get back to her later because I knew we would need to “talk.” Two, the Hispanic girl was bright, very bright with divinity. Her inner light lit up the darkness around her as if she were a bonfire. The sole shining star radiating in a pitch-black sky. Undiminished by her spiritual assault in this place, her inner strength and resolve held firm. She was like us. What made me angry right then was the lance of darkness threatening to invade this beautiful spirit. When I say angry “I mean let’s rip the boss in half angry.” I have a special place in my heart for bullies and no sympathy at all for those who prey on the weak simply for their own amusement.

Lauren was still lecturing my rudeness when I abruptly stood up and walked across the room to the pair. “ISIAH! Calm down!” Lauren yelled into my head. The abruptness of her command brought me back and I was able to calm down some before I did something stupid.

The young girl was looking down at the floor in shame and the boss turned her head to look at me. Seeing me she turned on a greedy smile. “Sir, how can I help you?” I ignored the older woman not trusting myself to speak and turned my attention to the Hispanic girl who looked up at me shyly “Miss, would you please do us the honor of joining us at our seats?”

“Sir, I think perhaps one of the other girls might suit you better, perhaps Kitty. This one is still new and...”

Rage bubbled up inside me like a geyser. Right that moment I wanted to do the world a favor and twist this foul woman’s head right off her useless body. Her kind has no place on this earth, and I vowed I would someday make that happen. I snapped an angry glare at the woman who cut off her last statement and wisely took a step back realizing the pending violence. The girl just nodded her head at my invitation. Turning back to the girl I lifted her chin to look at me through her coke bottle glasses. “Please?” She tried to look at her boss for approval, but I held her chin to make direct eye contact. “Pretty please? I repeated

I’m not sure if the young girl noticed the exchange between me and her boss. Right at that moment I really wanted her to join us. I wanted to take her away. To keep her safe whatever the cost.

Her eyes widened slightly, and she stared at me in return behind her thick glasses. “Okay” she said softly, and I took her hand to lead her back to the table. On the way back I asked her name. “Luna?” she replies hesitantly and says it as a question. Giving me her stage name. I noticed she didn’t try to let go of my hand.

Lauren looked a little surprised when I returned and introduced ourselves to Luna. “Interesting choice” she says mentally.

Luna sat at a chair nearest me to my right and Lauren sat to my left. “You look a little nervous” Lauren began “Is everything ok?” Luna nodded and spoke in with a moderately heavy Spanish accent, but her English was good. “Yes, you two are all the girls are talking about. I feel I’m not the one who should be sitting here.”

“Nonsense! Who do you think should be sitting there?” Lauren asked and Luna just shrugged. “I don’t do things the other girls do to make money.”

“Like what?” I ask a bit cluelessly.

Luna looked up at me with a slightly surprised look and looked over at Lauren who shrugged apologetically. “Just things” she repeated abstractly. “Oh” Finally getting it.

Lauren broke out in a laugh “I’m not sure who is more nervous. You or Luna.”

Luna looked at her with puzzlement and finally at me. “Why are you nervous?” I squirmed a bit in my seat, but Lauren came to my rescue.

“He really hates women hitting on him and for him to approach you is very out of character.” Luna still looked confused but reached out and took my hand and scooted closer. “You seemed pretty confident a moment ago.”

I hesitated a moment to consider my answer. “It was the right thing to do. I really wanted you to be over here with us.” It was the truth just not the whole truth.

“Why her?” Lauren asked mentally to which I replied. “One, she is like us.” There was a pause before she finally asked, “And two?”

My mental reply, “She reminds me of Andi, my adopted sister.”

For the first time Luna smiled. “Lauren, just how friendly am I allowed to be toward him? I don’t want to make you mad by overstepping.”

Lauren chuckled a little and stood up to walk over to her. She took both of her hands and stood her up. She leaned down and gently placed a soft kiss on Luna’s lips. Luna surprisingly returned the tender kiss and looked up at her in admiration. If anything, she seems just as transfixed by Lauren. Lauren then led her over to me and sat her down on my lap. “Sweetie, if he lets you, I’m more than ok with you being as friendly as you want”

As soon as she sat down in my lap her arm went around me. We looked at each other with a smile. Her close presence was having an effect on me. Which, I admit, seems odd because I was just explaining she wasn’t terribly attractive. Lauren and Luna did most of the talking. Her nearly naked body sitting right on my lap was waking my desire with a wholehearted vengeance. My man brain was jump starting my libido. The reason I didn’t do anything is because her resemblance to Andi was uncanny. In that way she felt like a sister. I had a deeper desire to protect her than to have sex. (not by much) My hand drifted up and down her bare thigh as we spoke. She stammered a few times showing she was more than a little distracted herself and I felt her lean into me a little more and squeezed her arm around me.

Luna was originally from Cuba and came to the United States illegally with her mom when she was a kid.

She had a rift between her and her very religious mother when she got pregnant with a neighborhood boy. She lost the baby in her second trimester when her boyfriend became violent with her one night. He was sent to prison and that was the last she saw of him. She recently reconciled with her mom just before she died of cancer leaving Luna alone and few friends. Without a green card she couldn’t find proper employment and that was when Serena, her boss, convinced her stripping would be a promising idea. It would pay all the bills she had and then some. She even promised to get her a green card. However, what Serena didn’t say is she would only make the serious money if she agreed to go along with her client’s advances, essentially prostituting herself. That was where she drew the line. She wouldn’t allow any of them to touch her during her dances and most would eventually move on to dancers who were more willing to accommodate. It was against the law, but Serena did what she could to keep undercover police out of her establishment and out of everyone’s hair. When they did arrive the DJ not so casually announced a “blue light special” and the dancers knew to act properly.

Yes, she really did tell us all this. Some, Lauren already knew. None of it I knew at all. Appalled the lengths they would go through to take advantage of women.

“Luna, I’m so sorry you have to go through all of that.” I say sincerely. My heart was breaking for her. I tried asking casually. “Do you have any siblings?”

Luna looked sad. “I have an older sister. She was taken from us when I was little when we were still trying to avoid the authorities. Last I heard, she was put up for adoption in the system.”

My hand started to shake, and I moved my hand from her legs to grip the back of the loveseat where I was sitting. “What was her name?” I asked without looking at her.

“Andi with an I” she said after a moment’s hesitation.

My head swam and panic filled my chest. I jumped up nearly dropping her on the floor. She stood aside, looked concerned and a little afraid. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t catch my breath. Lauren was alarmed and stood up. Then tried to calm me down by placing her hands on my cheeks. I stepped back away from her and turned and rushed to the men’s bathroom.

“What did I say? What’s wrong?” I heard Luna ask

I heard Lauren reply as I entered the door. “You did nothing wrong. He knew your sister. Please stay here. We’ll explain when he calms down some.”

I stood at the sink for long moments staring down at the white porcelain. Memories flashed of Andi’s bloody body in the bathtub with her wrists cut. I recalled losing the precious connection of my stepsister. She was a bright loving soul and treated me far better than I deserved. Memories rose of sitting on the bed as she recounted the story of the online predator. The guilty feeling of not protecting her when she needed it most raged inside me.

Lauren entered the men’s bathroom and ignored a comment by a man leaving at the same time. She placed a hand on my arm and the other wiped tears from my face. Her voice entered my head. “Baby, are you ok?”

I shook my head. “How is it possible we ran across Andi’s little sister? Andi never spoke of her real family. It was something I agreed to avoid talking about. She’s a seraph of all things too. Luna’s a seraph I mean. I’m so fucked up.”

She spoke aloud. “I don’t know how. She’s here, and you scared the crap out of her. She thinks she did something to offend you. Will you come back out so we can talk about it?”

“Not yet, I need to calm down some and find some more alcohol.”

“Do you want to tell her or should I?” Lauren gently asked.

“If you don’t mind doing it. I don’t think I could hold it together to explain what happened. Just don’t tell her of my role afterwards.”

She kissed me on the cheek gently before leaving. I looked at myself in the mirror for several long moments before splashing my face and walking out. Making a beeline toward the bar I caught the bartender’s attention. Reaching over the bar I snatched a highball glass and set it in front of me. I then pulled out two Ben Franklins and put them on the bar. “Fill that up with the strongest shit you have. If you try to put a goofy umbrella in it, I’ll be pissed.”

The bartender, who I pegged as former army, gave me a long searching look before shrugging and reaching for a bottle. He pulled a bottle of vodka I didn’t recognize. Spirytus was the name. He only poured half the glass. “Are you sure? This stuff is no joke. It’s the strongest bottle of liquor in the world.”

I put two more Franklins on the bar “Don’t fuck with me. I have a DD, don’t worry about me.” Truthfully, I doubted this would affect me with my current metabolism.

He did and I downed it right away. The bartender and a few men nearby just whistled in amazement. Oh, my fucking god that burned! It would’ve been fine if I didn’t mind the feeling of drinking pure lava. My throat felt scalded and it was a few moments before my healing kicked in and my throat felt better. The alcohol was high, but it didn’t start to affect me yet.

“I’ve never seen anyone do that before. You should sit down.” The bartender offered but I shook my head.

I was only standing there a few moments when a tiny hand touched my waist, turning me slightly. I was about to turn around and bitch someone out when I saw Luna was standing there without her glasses. Tears were in her red eyes and she didn’t say anything. She just wrapped her short arms tightly around my waist and buried her face in my chest sobbing. I’m not sure how long we stood there but I made no move to separate us. Deja fucking vu. She eventually pulled away and wiped her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I made your nice shirt wet.” She wiped the front of my shirt.

I didn’t say anything at first but managed to say. “I’m so sorry.”

She looked up at me with a weak smile. Reaching up she brushed my cheek free of another tear before silently taking my hand and leading me back to our table. I sat down and she sat on my lap again. This time she rested her head on my shoulder.

“You ok?” Lauren asked me mentally.

“The alcohol killed my nerves a little. I’ll be ok. We can talk about it more another time.” I replied mentally. I was recovering some.

She looked up at me. This time she tilted my chin to look at her. “Let’s not be sad anymore. We’ll be ok, I promise.” She brought her face to mine and she brushed her nose playfully against mine before she lightly kissed me on the lips and whispered in my ear “By the way, my real name is Maya but please keep calling me Luna in front of people.” She kissed my earlobe sending shivers down my neck. I squeezed her slender thigh in response.

We resumed some light conversation to alleviate our tension. Maya’s natural personality was bubbly and positive. I could tell she was physically attracted to me and she enjoyed talking with Lauren a lot. Eventually, I asked. “What would you do if you had a green card and didn’t need to keep doing this? What are your dreams?”

She looked troubled. “I’m afraid getting a green card now isn’t so easy and I suppose I would love to become a nurse or a doctor. I have a knack for figuring out what’s wrong with people and how to treat them. I would like to finish school at the very least.” She said the last part a bit dreamily but also with a look of resignation of someone who believes those dreams are out of reach.

Lauren’s voice entered my head. “Isiah, I think this is the first woman we’ve met who likes me more than you.” I can tell she was amused from the tone.

“Really?”

I heard the mental equivalent of a sigh. “How many exits are there from here?” she asked

I didn’t need to think about it. “Three, but if you count the dancers’ dressing room then four. There are also two bouncers in the room plus the bartender serving as another. I also suspect one of the guys in the crowd is a LEO of some type.” I paused remembering she didn’t know the acronym. “Law enforcement officer. California isn’t an easy place to have a concealed weapon. He doesn’t strike me as a criminal so I’m going with a LEO. Why?”

“If you paid attention to human behavior the same way, you would see so many more things. The rainbow bikini should have given it away. Even so, the signs are there. She is tremendously comfortable with you and she wants to open to you but has her guard up. However, she isn’t guarded with me.”

“I see.” I replied simply. Honestly, it was a bit of a relief. Most of what I was feeling about Maya was more protective than sexual. I admit it started sexual, but once I learned who she was, it cooled me off some. Some. That didn’t change. I wanted her to have a profitable night and find a way to get her out of this situation.

“I want to take her with us. If she’s willing.” I told Lauren

“We can’t do that. We don’t know her.” She objected instantly.

“I’ll take responsibility if it blows up in my face.” I added as an afterthought. “I’ll bring Abby back to you if you agree.”

Lauren finally stuttered her conversation with Maya. “You would do that?”

I riposted with “Would you?”

“I would anyway. How do you propose to do that? To get Abby back.” She asked

“I don’t know. I’ll figure it out and do my best.” I said truthfully. I didn’t realize I was doing it, but I was slowly caressing Maya’s leg. She shifted her leg toward me to make it easier.

Lauren ping ponged a mental conversation with me and kept a separate verbal conversation with Maya. Women are so damned good at that.

“Maya is a cuddler. She is very tactile. Avoid touching her breasts or directly between her legs and she’ll warm up to you. She really likes what you are doing with her leg. You’re doing very well with her Isiah.”

I hesitated. “I’m not sure...” I hedged not making any further advancements on Maya.

“You’re not feeling as sexual toward her now?” Lauren mentally sighed. “Ok, I’ll try to take the lead when I can. I’ll see if I can direct her more toward me.”

I was in an odd place with Maya. I was having difficulty reconciling Maya being Andi’s baby sister. Andi was, in hindsight, the only reason I didn’t drift into the realm of self-pity and depravity. Andi was always exuberant and positive, incorrigibly so. There was no sign she came from the situation she did. When I was adopted into the family, Andi welcomed me with open arms. A perpetual hugger, she didn’t care if I wanted a hug or not. At the time, I was uncomfortable with her constant desire to hug me. After she was gone, I would have done anything to have it back. She introduced me to her friends and in general included me as much as she could. So, when puberty came around, she was obviously concerned why I was in so much pain. I did everything a boy should do growing up in school, played sports, shot guns (when allowed) and roughhoused with boys. What I didn’t do was date girls. When the high school rumor mill started saying I wasn’t interested in girls, my social life went into the shitter. Andi started her own rumors to combat the ones against me. I could never bring myself to cry about it. I didn’t allow myself to cry. However, Andi did all the crying for me. My shirt would be soaked with tears some nights when she would curl up with me to watch tv. It occurred to me after the fact, even though she was there for me in my darkest moments, the opposite couldn’t be said of me. She was raped and afterwards I wasn’t there for her in the same way she was for me. My character was laid bare during that time and it wasn’t an easy realization. Her death sparked something in me I couldn’t quite put my finger on but I was never the same. I vowed to repay friendship with friendship, and treasure what family and friends I had. Which is why Thomas and I developed such a strong bond. Yet here I was, lustily staring down Andi’s baby sister. Maya was much more introverted than Andi but has the same positive personality and energy. Her sister needs help and I’m able to do it. I’m not sure how we crossed paths but it is what it is. I wanted to help. I NEEDED to help. If something was standing in the road to her happiness and success, I won’t just clear the road. I’ll blast it apart and repave it. If that doesn’t work, I’ll build a new damned road. One thing is certain, her life will be better. I’ll make damn sure it happens. She can’t know the depth of my feelings in the matter and I hope she doesn’t find out.

When my hand stopped rubbing her leg, Maya dropped her hand to mine to prompt me to continue rubbing. What I did instead was lace my fingers in hers with hers on top of mine. I pulled my arm around her waist and when I did, she leaned back into me. Her free hand raised up to the back of my head and she kissed me once, very slowly on the side of my neck. She sent shivers down my neck and I involuntarily squeezed her hand. She returned the squeeze and left her mouth on my neck for a few long moments. I had a particularly pleasant view down the front of her body. After a few moments she sat up and resumed her conversation with Lauren. Yea, Andi never did that.

“I’m sorry to bring this up but I can’t keep sitting here talking to you. I’m supposed to keep walking around unless someone takes me to the VIP room or buys a dance.” She looked genuinely chagrined.

I look at Lauren who nodded. “What happens in the VIP room?” I inquire.

“I can give you private dances and I’m allowed to be topless, but you can’t touch me. Those are the rules.” She adds as a near afterthought. “But no one really pays attention to the rules as you have already learned.”

“Lead the way” I instruct.

She smiles broadly “How long would you like to be there? I need to let the bouncer know”

“How about if I just reserve seats for the three of us for the rest of the night?” I say seriously.

She looked shocked. “Umm, normally people pay for just a few songs at a time. Getting it for the night can be rather expensive.”

“You object? I thought we were getting along quite nicely.” I reply by misconstruing her objection.

“It’s not that,” she says quickly “I’m just surprised. Let me talk to the bouncer and let him know.”

She hops off my lap and walks over to the bouncer in front of the VIP. The bouncer arches an eyebrow at her request and walks over to the manager, Serena.

Lauren pipes up. “That’s my que. Let me handle this. I’m not letting you anywhere near that woman. Stay here.”

Reluctantly, I agree and Lauren steps up to the gorgeous manager. Lauren was several inches taller and made a point to look down. At first, Serena was all smiles but in a few moments her smile vanished, and a look of controlled anger spread across her face. Lauren smiled as she spoke with Serena. The smile was obviously fake, and Serena soon turned and stalked off leaving the confused bouncer to collect payment in advance. I looked at the bouncer with my second sight and it took me a moment to realize what I was seeing. Possessed by a fucking demon. By the time they returned, Maya looked a little worried at the exchange.

“I’m not sure who is scarier, Lauren or Serena.” She mentioned this rhetorically

I knew the answer. No question in my mind Lauren’s bitch switch sticks. Serena stood no chance. I sent an emotional wave of pride via our mental link to Lauren and she replied with a wave of love in return.

Maya walked over to the DJ and spoke with him a few moments before returning and leading us to the VIP room. The room was a large plush couch and a loveseat with a thick curtain for a door. The music was heard clearly, and I took a seat on the couch with Lauren at my side. Maya sat on the loveseat apart from us until the next song began. “You remember the rules, right? I can touch you, but you can’t touch me?” I nodded. “Good, I asked the DJ to play one of my favorite songs. I love dancing to it.”

Latin music started to play, and I recognized it as a Santana song but not sure which one. Didn’t matter, Maya stood up, removed her glasses, and closed her eyes as her nubile form began to move with the music. It took only a few moments to realize I was looking at one of the best pure dancers at the club. Her movements moved along with the music in beautifully choreographed rhythm. Her hips gyrated fast then slow in erotic movements hypnotizing me. Her arms flowed along with the music. My eyes drifted to her small ass before she turned and started moving another part of her body in an equally sexy display. Her torso squirmed in pleasure as she enjoyed the feel of the music coursing through her body. She unconsciously brought her finger to her lips and sucked on the tip as her hand slid up and down her tiny form. That was when my mind took a sharp detour from erotic interest and soared full speed down the horny highway.

I loved what I was seeing. I loved her bubbly personality and seeing the way her inner light moved as she danced. Expanding my own divinity so it stretched and encompassed hers. Our inner light was obviously unseen by her but next to me I heard Lauren comment “Oh my”

Not knowing what she was referring to, my mind reflected my desire for Maya. I wanted her close. I wanted to feel our aura’s combine. I practically willed her to come closer and make me part of her private sexy dance. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to touch and feel her thin body move against mine. Yearning for the space between us to vanish. My conscience finally interceding, I sent a mental request to Lauren to take over.

Lauren reached up and took her hand and moved her over so Maya was dancing for Lauren now. Maya looked uncertain at first. As if not giving me a dance was upsetting her. It didn’t take long for her mind to change. The look she gave Lauren was much lustier.

Her warm brown eyes turned and looked at Lauren. Brown eyed women don’t get the credit they are due sometimes. Most people go on how blue or green eyes are just so beautiful, and they are. However, the warmth you get from a brown eyed person can be every bit as significant.

Maya was breathing a little heavier and she slowly took one step in front of the other making her hips swing as she approached. Her hands glided down her hips and when she finally was within arm’s reach she leaned forward and placed her tiny hands on Lauren’s knees, up her thighs till they got to her hips.

I was trickling a small amount of my divinity into her. Like a tiny faucet turned on so only a little stream comes out. When my divinity started mingling with hers Maya sighed, and her hips pressed between Lauren’s legs. After another moment or two Maya kept rocking her hips into Lauren, dry humping her.

“You’re a very sexy woman.” Maya commented dreamily.

Lauren smiled broadly at the petite Latina and leaned forward to kiss the lusty dancer.

I scooted closer to Lauren and turned up my tiny trickle in response to their kiss. Maya leaned into Lauren’s kiss with a fervor she didn’t have before. Opening herself up to Lauren she ran her hands up and down the taller woman’s torso. When they finally broke the kiss, I abruptly shut off my own faucet. Maya had a dazed look on her face.

Lauren came to her rescue. “I’m sorry, Maya but you dance so well, and it really turns me on. If I overstepped, then I’m terribly sorry.”

Maya only partly registered what Lauren said. “No, it’s ok. I guess it’s only fair to tell you I’m gay. You are just so amazingly beautiful. I wish I were like you. I walk around all the time and no one ever notices me. I feel so invisible.”

Lauren’s emotions changed from enjoying the flattery to sympathy and concern.

“You’re not invisible honey, not to us.” As she said it, she placed her hand on her chest over her heart. Lauren slipped a little of her divinity into her. Inspired, I place my hand on her back where her heart would be. Slipping some of my own divinity in, I had a flash of insight into her life.

She felt unloved all the time. Men only wanted her to take her clothes off, have sex and nothing more. Women in her life were oblivious to her pain and feeling of isolation. Her unattractive appearance caused most to dismiss her outright. She tried to give herself to others and typically they took advantage. She was poor, no family, had little in her name and yet every night she prayed. She prayed for God to take away the pain. She prayed for God to make her stronger if he wouldn’t take away the pain. If she couldn’t be stronger than make her tough. Last of all she prayed for someone to love her as much as she loved others. That was the cornerstone of all her prayers. Love. She craved closeness and intimacy. I didn’t understand. Why wouldn’t anyone love her? What was the matter? No one ever went past what she looked like. She has so much love to give and asks little in return. I didn’t get it because my first instinct was to love her. She drew me to her like a moth to flame.

I sent a mental message. “Lauren, keep doing what you’re doing with your divinity. Keep it moving into her. Kiss her when you do.”

As asked, Lauren took Maya and kissed her. It started slow and probing and became more heated. My hand was still on Maya’s back and when Lauren’s divinity started flowing more heavily into her, I did the same. My second sight revealed Maya lighting up like the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center. Leaning forward I pressed my head against Lauren then tilted it, so I was kissing her neck.

Maya’s response to our joint attention resulted in a very orgasmic response. She squealed her kiss into Lauren’s mouth and pressed her hips in also.

I sent another message to Lauren. “Now take your divinity back. Think about transferring our divinities back and forth through her like we did in front of the fire that time.”

So, we did. When I pushed into her, I focused on thoughts of love, adoration, and devotion. I wanted her to feel our affection. Lauren and I pushed back and forth. Lauren’s arousal was increasing as my own divinity pushed into hers. She sensed my own feelings of love and returned her own. At some point Maya removed her bikini top and Lauren pulled her dress down revealing their breasts. Their nipples were rock hard. When Lauren turned her head to kiss me, Maya didn’t waste any time kissing her way down Lauren’s neck to her breasts. Maya was using her talented tongue on Lauren’s sensitive breasts, massaging, and caressing them in ways I hadn’t thought of. Lauren broke her connection, but I still had a hand on Maya’s head, running my fingers through her hair. Maya’s lithe body still squirmed in desire as she moved across Lauren’s toned torso. Further down she moved until she was on her knees in front of Lauren. It was then Maya noticed Lauren sans panties. She massaged and kissed her way around Lauren’s inner thighs before ever touching the glistening honey at the top of her firm legs. Maya rubbed her cheek lovingly on Lauren’s inner thigh kissing both sides. I kept watch on what Maya was doing. She spent quite a bit of time teasing Lauren before ever making contact. When her mouth finally met the hard button at the top of her well-manicured folds, I blasted Lauren with a big dose of my divinity and wanted her to come. Maya needed to pull her finger out of Lauren’s dripping wet pussy for what came next.