Copyright © 2006 Zinnia Hope
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Tom followed his wife into VisionPast's lobby and paused, glancing around the waiting area. Garnet discussed their reservation with the receptionist, their voices hushed and polite. He spotted the young co-worker he'd fucked earlier that day in the supply room. Great. She'd overheard him talking to their boss about Garnet's reservation tonight and had obviously made one as well in hopes of seeing him outside of the workplace. His co-worker flashed him a bright smile, uncrossing and re-crossing her long, shapely legs. Slowly, she bent over, adjusting the ankle strap of her shoe, cleavage deepening.
He nodded his head toward Garnet and mouthed the word wife.
The young woman smirked.
Garnet turned, and slipping her arm through Tom's, they walked over to a seat and sat down together. Every few minutes, the shapely co-worker would look over at him, smile coyly and bat her luminescent-lined eyes.
Tom's groin tightened; he shifted into a more comfortable position.
"Getting bored?" Garnet gently traced the bruise-like birthmark showing through his closely shorn hair.
"Mmm," he murmured, remembering how he'd bent Carol something-or-other over a crate of obsolete computer parts, his cock sinking deeply into her pussy. She has the roundest ass, he thought.
"We shouldn't have to wait much longer," Garnet said.
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Copyright © 2006 Zinnia Hope
All rights reserved, Freya's Bower.
Air sucked at Garnet's body. She materialized in the lobby's arrival chamber and paused long enough to smooth her chestnut curls. The security guard posted at the building's main entrance smiled and winked at her. Nodding to him, Garnet waved her hand in front of the exit sensor, knowing his gaze was trained on her ass. If she wasn't so damn faithful to her louse of a husband, she'd let the guard do more than just admire her backside.
Why she didn't just give in to the temptation was beyond her. She knew Tom was a womanizer. She'd even heard of him screwing the occasional Trans Gender. He was always too busy scoring yet another piece of ass to check and see if there was a cock in front of the genetically grown pussy. Garnet thanked her lucky stars for the current wonder drugs; if they'd lived two hundred years ago, Tom would have killed them both with the latest fuck bug. She wondered why he ever married her. After their first year of marriage, he didn't seem to find her attractive anymore. She knew she should leave him, but for some reason unbeknownst to her, she had stayed with him for the past seven years. She'd spent the last six of those years pining for him to touch her, to caress her. Hell, she'd even settle for a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am or a quick peck on the mouth. Tears stung her eyes, and she shoved her miserable thoughts to the back of her mind--and into the darkest closet of her heart.
Nervousness danced in her belly. Why had the sorceress asked to see her tonight?
She walked out onto the rubber sidewalk. The traffic hummed above the pavement and at various airborne travel lanes high above her. At the corner, Garnet stepped inside a Teleport, and the door silently materialized behind her. She paused and looked through the glass, scanning the people moving along the sidewalk. Uneasiness stirred in her gut, and although she wasn't comfortable about meeting the sorceress, something still drew her to the woman. She quickly touched the frequency tiles for the VisionPast complex located nine blocks away.
Air sucked at her body again, tingling permeated her core, and within seconds, she found herself looking through the glass of the Teleport on the corner of Winster and Seventy-Seventh. Exiting the booth, Garnet strode three doors down and entered the VisionPast building.
The same receptionist sat at the desk who had been working the day before. Upon noticing Garnet, the woman rose and motioned for her to follow. They traversed halfway down the long, white corridor. The secretary stopped and opened a door to a sapphire blue room. The walls, ceiling and floor gleamed with the rich color, and for a moment, Garnet was almost convinced she was deep below the ocean's surface. In the center of the room, a chaise covered in indigo velvet sat in a large circular indention. Strange illumination added to the chamber's deep ocean effect.