2020-08-22 - The Sultan and the Genie

Somewhere in wooded Washington state earlier this day, Lilith is in a house, wondering if she should text Byron to see how far along he is on this hunt of his that she's designed. She was going to do something along the lines of this at Christmas, then again around Valentine's Day, but he had his own surprises then in Byron fashion... and there were certainly complications with the latter when the day was through. She worries he's just not in the mood to be sent all around with only his memory to prompt him, and who could blame him? What if he has to rely on his glimmer powers to get through the hunt because he's too stubborn to text and she accidentally threw him to the attention of the Dark Ones?

(To be fair, being out of town aways helps quell some of the latter paranoia.)

Honestly, the only reason she's not cancelling this brunch tomorrow that was scheduled is... well, it looks good for him to be there and alive, especially among out of town and notified business associates given the whole Casino schtick. Public image is important to Byron and yes, the smiles for a lot of those people will be a little plasticine, especially in the situation. She's not sure how far the oddities extend, in truth. But Lilith also has little pleasant surprises for him in mind too during the social engagement, it's her aim to make that smile as real as it can get, and no matter what life throws at them in GH, the important thing about forging on is to play at business as usual, sometimes.

Otherwise... they let all the bad things dictate their very moods and lives. It's a way to fight back, Lilith thinks finally, seeing this through. She allows herself to be excited. Eventually, wanting to be early at the site she's having arranged, Lilith leaves the estate she'd been called to valuate. The woman really did have a job today, but it wasn't as extensive a process as she let on. She'd done a lot of the valuations via pictures sent to her in advance preparation. It's a good thing she thinks to go and prepare early because Byron is on his way by the time she leaves.

After parking his car, Byron looks between the various buildings from the comfort of the vehicle. He wondered if Lilith ate already, an early dinner, and if so, then she might be interested in drinks. Otherwise, she may have set up a reservation at this restaurant. He could think of better places to go eat, though maybe not in Centralia. The next thing he does is scan the area, looking for any signs of Lilith's security detail. His own had been absent for the entirety of the scavenger hunt and have only joined him once he'd split town. He often found them incompetent and useless when it came to Veil things, but out in the real world? They'd probably come in hand. Their non-descript car is parked right next to the Lincoln. There were other cars in the parking lot, it wouldn't be too suspicious with them parking next to each other.

Speaking of other cars, he now surveys the lot in an attempt to try and find Lilith's car and then also another of those security vehicles. He knows that one of his security hires road around in Lilith's car during the trip, but the other trailed behind them in his own ride. As he does this, he's already making contact with one of the two security guards assigned to Lilith.

"This is Thorne. I'm outside."

Waiting in his vehicle for any sign of the guy, the lights on the Lincoln turn back on as the engine is restarted once more and he drives his way in the direction that the man is standing. His own security detail simply watch from the distance, one of them ribbing the other and asking, "Did he just come out of a strip club?"

In fact, this is what Byron is curious about now that he's pulled up near to where the guy was standing. Lowering the window on the passenger side down, he leans over to call out, "Where's Lilith?" There's a collection of items gathered in the chair that he's hovering over. And yes, Byron notices where this guy seems to have been the whole time, giving the Gentleman's Club a wary look over.

"If I called her, would I be asking you?" A hint of wry annoyance can be found in Byron's voice to match the serious glint in his eyes when he stares the other man down. He then nods when he's told that Lilith is inside and rolls his window up again, letting the guy know that the guard was dismissed. At least from his presence for the time being. He lets his own detail know that he's parking next to Lilith's car, before doing as he'd just said.

Before he exits, he grabs ahold of the magic lamp which is something difficult to simply hide due to it's shape and size, but it is an awkward item to carry around. "The Gentleman's Club, huh?" With that thought in mind, he makes his entrance, probably too far well-dressed for some joint in Centralia.

This may be a Gentleman's club and of course, there will be businessmen from all over this section of Washington state who frequent joints like this because it's so out in the boonies and seemingly private, but there's no doubt that these women most likely lack the class of being discrete. Byron's checked out at the front of the club by bouncers or security, probably, and one's about to question the fancy lamp he's toting around. Maybe he's here to gift one of the dancers. Boy, she's gotta be something special.

The well dressed man looks at each face, each set of tits and each ass as he wanders the place. The stripper on stage captures some of his attention even if it doesn't stop him in his tracks for a prolonged viewing. Instead, he continues to do a visual surveillance of the club, noting where the exits are, checking out the various booths and private tables as well as where he'd assume the restrooms were located, next to the employee hall.

If he was agitated that Lilith was going to waltz out on stage for a strip show, well, who knows how long he'd kept her waiting to have that set up. Not that it never comes to mind, of course, he does, because Lilith is pretty crazy, but he doesn't think that she'd want accountants and a low level politician sort oggling her while drinking cheap beer. Then out of the crowd, he sees Mike. Finally, a fucking familiar face. He was about to check his watch to see how much time he had wasted here.

"Were you here all day?" He asks the hired guard. That's a pretty loaded question, but Byron only mildly wants to know the answer to it. Seeing that the man was seated outside of a door to some private room, he turns back to Mike and then to the door, before checking to see whether it's locked.

So the estate sale was a real thing. Byron's about to just turn that handle too, but stops just as Mike gives, who he assumes is Lilith, a heads-up to his arrival. He's right about to let himself in when Mike the part of a storyteller or an ancient scholar or whoever says strange storybook things like that. All that the besuited man can do is stare, "Is Lilith paying you for that bit?" One of his brows even lists at this time. He pushes his way through at the same time that Mike is whispering about booze.

It's dark and full of smoke. Still carrying the genie's lamp around, he inspects the room as best he can with all of the obstruction. The first thing he notices is the seating arrangement, this is then followed by the curtain. The Arabic music was a nice touch, he will admit. Having a good idea that this wasn't an ambush or any sort of planned hit on him, he eases his way to the comfy chair, settling down. Shifting the lamp from one hand to the other, he places it next to the glass, which he then takes up for a sip.

For now, his eyes continue to wander, checking the space out, but then there's a change in music and suddenly there's the silhouette of nicely endowed, shapely figure before him. All in all, he can tell that this was going to start getting good.

Behind the veil, the silhouette body of Lilith the genie is familiar to Byron if he ever had any doubts. He knows the way she moves, the way her stomach undulates, the very measure of the flares and curves of her body. He knows the swelling profile view of her breasts with flicker of costume chain affixed underneath is appropriately sized, he knows the length of her hair when it's curled or straightened. The sinuously moving and dancing, alluringly posing shadow genie is definitely something he's already acquired, but then, this is her game... her game for him, to make him feel not like a king in an environs like this, but some kind of luck-granted Sultan with a magic lamp.

Every motion of the woman's form is liquid, right down to the fingertips and wrists that turn and flare with poses before her hair is tossed as a shadow curtain, body flowing backwards into arc and bend. Each turn and pose comes with constant motion that writhes at the core, drawing her stomach inward and bowing it outward. Her small of back, the jut of her hips, the curve of her ass, it's all played together in connective slow motion dance.

There's about three to four minutes of this, but it's made to be a very mesmerizing passage of time. What does she look like behind there?

The silhouette genie strikes a standing frontal pose, Byron can see the female inward nip of her waist before it floods into her hips and thighs, he sees decoration dangling from her upper arms in the shadow pose, just like he saw jewelry or thin chains moving with her body while she's turned to the side. She stands that way and holds, and gradually, the music changes to something that would lend more motion to her body if... he could still see. While she's standing there, the lights behind the veil go down and the room is briefly put into a good shade of darkness.

Then the room lights start to rise, the actual room lights, not the ones behind the veil. Byron can hear the tinkling of tiny chiming discs and the subtle rattle and tink of jewelry chains as a form comes closer from the edge of the pulled pale veil that spans the private seating space. Then his bounty is in view to grant his wishes. The light remains somewhat dim when it stops rising, but she's coming to stand before him now in full regalia while his eyes adjust. And oh, what a vision it is.

So here Byron was, savoring a drink every bit as good as Mike had said, while watching the alluring shadowplay being performed in front of him to some decent ethnic tunes. He looked like the King of his Castle in his sharp attire and this comfortable throne which he was sitting in. Both of his hands lay upon armrests, but his left grasps onto a glass of alcohol which is slowly being drained.

It was a disastrous week, both for Dreams and with real world problems. He really needed this time to settle down and relax, but it's hard, when he's constantly thinking of different angles to take because one which they'd been planning on had failed and things of that nature. Losing the PS4 in that way was devastating. They were so very close to finding out what was stored on the gaming console. It looked like it was either that or have Liu take the damned thing. And if he did, maybe his car wouldn't be fucked up to shit.

All of this just means that it's difficult for a man such as Thorne to completely relax, even now, he's thinking back on car repair bills, or the idea that he may need to purchase another vehicle. So yes, his mind flitters through all of these things even as he watches the genie behind the curtain dance.

He then takes notice that the room was brightening up, and despite his mind not being fully focused on the dance, his gaze had been on the silhouette this whole time. Until now. For a time, his gaze wanders, adjusting to this shift of light until he notices Lilith stepping out from behind the veil in all her grace and sensuality. Dark eyes visually climb her body starting from her legs, moving beyond her shaking hips and perfect breasts to stare up at her face. He restrains himself from reaching out a hand to her, rather enjoying just watching the show for now.

It's a damn good thing Lilith isn't a mind reader. She'd been practicing this dance off and on in her loft since last Christmas to ensure she could still do it when the time came, memorized every single motion to effect while watching herself in the mirror. It's a lot harder than it seems. She'd have been horribly butthurt to know she wasn't commanding Byron's attention with such a show and such meticulous detail planning. That was the POINT. In fact, she gauges his expression when she has enough light for it because he didn't... text her. Or call her. Or warn her. Maybe he hated every single bit of the hunt, maybe he didn't even DO it, the men would have let him in anyway and he's earlier than she expected.

Maybe she has absolute shit timing and should have just left well enough ALONE.

To be fair, while she's dancing, she's worrying about that, not thinking genie-sex thoughts, but eventually, she has to block it out in favor of putting herself with the music and her body fully or it will be nowhere near as good as she wants it to be. And she'll have to change the dance to suit when she steps out, she has to focus on that too. It helps. Regardless of what Byron does or doesn't think, it makes her feel good to do it.

But she does wish she had put on a veil. His body language and expression isn't giving her anything. If he was bothered by the whole arrangement, it's not like he'd stop her. Instead, she turns her back and strikes a pose when right in front of the man, cascade of dark hair at sleek straight spills down her decorated body.

The whole of the outfit is elaborate, amethyst schemed, a very low hip-accenting skirt with sheer length about her lower half. She's skin and delicate loops of body jewelry and decoration all the way to flattered bust, upper arms ringed with more schemed fabric, chain, and beadwork. From what Byron could tell of her face before she turned, her eyeliner is very exotic and smoked and flared with kohl, lips a glossy crystalline paler flush of pink. There's more shimmer of sound with her more emphatic motions to this music, less slow and sensual mystery, more direct allure of the whole package.

Her spine moves and slithers, her hips knock with side to side sharp hitches and shakes, then they roll with bring around to turn once more, repeating the process for Byron from the sides, then finally the front. As the song loops to end, replaced with the soft ambiance music that Byron walked into, Lilith-genie melts down into kneel on the floor with her hands down against her thighs. She looks at Byron and waits.

"The lamp grants you access to a genie. You get three wishes, use them wisely, genies are wily creatures."

If Byron looks troubled, it's a minor thing. The only real hint of anything may be found in his eyes when they go unfocused as if he's daydreaming or thinking of something on his mind. Otherwise, he seems mostly relaxed. He cuts a regal bearing in that chair, especially when he's eyeing the dancer before him with an appraising gaze. The outfit was a pleasant surprise, not knowing that Lilith owned anything like it and from what he can see, she's really working it hard.

He listens to the tinkling sound of the bells and metal decor that bounce and swing with each of her well-practiced movements. If anything, he looks like a man enjoying the show, wearing a soft appreciative smile on his lips. He has an incredible view as well, watching her shimmy and sway, her torso and hips right in his face. When she drops down into a graceful kneel, her bright eyes on him, he listens to her words and realizes.... he has to grab that damned lamp now doesn't he?

Not that he does this immediately, reaching out a hand to stroke the lengths of the brunette dancer's hair, his eyes never breaking contact with her at all. He even takes some time to sip from his glass, his own motions down slowly, even as he extends the hand holding the glass outward to set it back down onto the small end table there. The lamp is soon within his grasp. While it was a bit strange, not that Byron wasn't an actor in his own right, he goes along with this without complaint and only then does he break eye contact to look down at the lamp as he gives it a good rubbing.

"I would like the genie to come sit here on my lap, so that I can get a better look at her."

If anything, Lilith needed to see Byron with that lamp as much as the genie needs the traditional rubbing gesture to activate the three wishes. The lighting and her distraction of dance and angles didn't so much allow for her to see it on the darkened end table. But seeing it means he did do the hunt, despite her not getting a text or call. That or... he cheated to get to the end or... some other mindbanger thing. But since they're not in Gray Harbor, that's more of a passing backhanded thought than a suspicion. She's relieved to see the lamp, but there's only the barest puff of air over her lips with any indication.

It might as well be a noise for the touch of Byron's hand, though, given the way it's timed, his fingertips gliding over the sleek spill of dark hair. Lilith doesn't break her silence, she lets the shimmer of her body's decor do the talking with the motion of her limbs. With the same fluid grace she dropped to wait, the brunette genie (woman) rises on Byron's request, features quite placid and pleasantly compliant. When she lowers herself into sit in the man's lap, she starts in sideways drape with an arm looping the back of his neck. It puts her in close quarters with just enough distance for inspection with eyes and hands.

Do genies speak? Byron's called Lilith a little nymph before, and honestly, she can pull off the mystical wild-beauty creature act quite well, helped along by the very way she looks and sometimes acts. Once she's settled, there's a bare tilt of the woman's head with study, then unspoken question of permission as her resting hand lifts to touch graze about his cheek and jaw. May I touch you? For all intents and purposes, she might as well be a genie exploring her new master with such demeanor.

The shade of her blue eyes is tinted toward an intense deep violet given her color choice and the low lighting. And in those expressive depths, act aside, Byron can see the sparks of Lilith's anticipation.

Three wishes, huh? And Byron had already used one of them. He was in no way disappointed by his choice. From the lamp, his gaze drifted to lock on with hers once his wish was uttered aloud. He watches as she draws herself with the grace of ribbon dancing in a gentle breeze. Shifting in his chair, in anticipation of feeling her weight drop down into his lap, his thighs part, giving her ample space to stretch and slither and do all the things that she'd practiced and memorized for, as he idly moves to lamp safely out of the way, though rather than shelfing it on the table again, he keeps ahold of it with the hand which presses down against the armrest on the side where her torso is, giving her long legs space to kick in the air.

With eye contact maintained, she may see the smile slowly forming on his lips, the bottom of which he bites down on when viewing her sensual form up close. There is no withdrawing from her touch and he seems to relish in the physical contact as well as the visual. His chin lifts when she grazes her hand against it, not hindering her in any way in this exploration. He, however, doesn't ask permission to touch her, something which his free hand does, first being set upon one of her shins, before it makes its way along the length of her legs, whether she's moving them or not, to come to a stop against her upper thigh near her hip on the side furthest from him.

From here, his eyes close to half-lids as he inhales the exotic fragrance which she had anointed herself with, as he starts to lean forward to press his mouth against the edge of her lips.

Lilith still smells like Lilith despite all the costuming and role for the time being, but there's something else mixed with it, like jasmine and orange peels to make that soft and pretty smell more exotic and edgy. It's there in lieu of perfume that usually mingles with the smell of her shampoo and lotion, helping lend this illusion the woman has crafted even more credit. At first, she's still in Byron's lap, save for her exploring hand. It dusts tickle of back knuckles over his adam's apple, then her finger hooks to trail all the way to where the buttons of the man's shirt and collar stop her.

Then he touches her and it sends her body into slow motion glide. In a sense, it's as if his hand has her body on strings, there's motion and dance to it that he's creating. There's no permissions required, as far as genies are concerned, it seems, this is part of sitting on a lap and being inspected. When his touch caresses with start over her shin, the movement starts there, the whole of her leg bending upward and then back downward to facilitate his pathing.

And in trigger response, that change of seated posture rolls her back, pushes her weight with dig against Byron's leg and the front of his pants, he feels the curve of her backside writhing in roll. With the circular downward grind, her leg flexes out as the man's hand comes to thigh. the other one pulls up in alternate bend and flex with point of toes to repeat the wholly connected dance of heat and sensuality right there on the man. He can drive the dance at whim by mere exploration of hand, silently goad her pace, bid her into flex and pose after pose, the man is likely realizing this with such a response.

While all this is happening, slowly, the brunette is turning her lips over into the press of Byron's own at the corner of her mouth. Instead of fully engaging in liplock, though, she breathes and waits for him, brushing temptation.

Lilith's sitting in his lap and moving with sensual, undulating grace was his reward for playing this game that she had set up for him. Byron really did feel more at ease now, taking this time to fully unwind and enjoy everything that she had planned for him, even if included his rubbing of that lamp.

Even as they kiss, lips brushing against one another, his gaze lowers to wander her shifting and moving body, watching the way she sways and slithers, as well as the costume play with the jingling of metal chiming in the air. He pushes a kiss onto her once more and then another, by now his free hand is busy with its own exploration, rubbing against flesh and tinny metal as the travel her her side, then the outside shape of one of her breasts at the same time that his mouth closes, taking a gentle hold of her bottom lip. With his hands spread in a slight cup, he presses up against the underside of one bosom, before dragging his hand to squeeze and press down against that softness.

The lamp is soon abandoned to just sit there on the arm rest, pressing a firm hand against curve of her hip closest to it, riding the waves as she sways and moves her hips. If anything, he seems content in this for now.

Byron wanted a closer look at the brunette "genie" he's accessed with that hard-won lamp, and he's certainly getting it. Instead of requiring another "wish" for extended or intimate touching appreciation, the man's hand seems to be part of the inspection process in whatever regard, her body ready to respond with each wander of glide and grasp and drag over skin and costume. She keeps up the play of being so careful, near exploratory with the kissing, letting him have utter lead in his role of "sultan" and "master" of the lamp, and therefore her until his wishes are spent. The ambient foreign music plays as backdrop still in the lowly lit small private room and Lilith continues to writhe in dance under his hand.

And though she's still playing the silent part, the woman can't help but breathe the softest of anticipating and worked up sighs into Byron's mouth, the exhalation tinged with drone of pleasure in the back of her throat. When his hand drags her side and stomach, the arcing flex of her back intensifies to bow her stomach upward, bidden into new rolling motion with the full of her body as her legs spread some under the partially sheer skirt. It gives her leverage to grind down hard with response when his hand cups under the swell of her flattered and decorated breasts, stomach riding undulation to concave in a way that pushes into his grasp.

The second he touches at her hip, though, everything snaps backward with motion to repeat the writhing process, but this time when her backside and weight grinds into him, her body motion works smaller rotation of grinding circles over and over and over again. At some point she breaks away from his mouth long enough to gaze at him, she gives him air for speaking if he has another request. But then, he may want to play his first one to full advantage, instead, testing the boundaries of how far his hand can explore.

She doesn't stay away from his mouth, though. After that small break, she nips back in and runs the tip of her tongue with slide over his bottom lip, tempting more instead of taking it.

If you asked Byron, he could spend the entire evening just like this. Well, most of an evening . He would need some sort of relief in the end. But he enjoys the pleasures of watching her work that sexy body of hers, all while feeling her move and grind against his lap. It's no doubt that he's aroused, she can feel that desire pressing against her. The hand at her ass continues to squeeze at it, partially burying beneath her curved rump.

His lips part as he breathes her in kisses, her breath and her very essence. What did Byron want her to do right now? It's not that she wasn't touching him, but her exploration of him has been mild at best. With his chin lifted, his mouth still close to hers, he murmurs in a groan, "Touch me. Make me feel alive." His eyes make contact with hers now as well, staring deeply into those breathtaking blues. Did he need to rub the lamp this second time? His hands are far too busy for that right now, feeling the heat of her flesh and the cold metal molding against his grasp.

It's probably no real mystery what his third wish is. And when it's all done he gives her a cookie he saved her from the hunt that brought him here. Which is sweet for certain reasons that might SEEM otherwise. She eats it. But a post-coitus cookie is still the weirdest cookie she's ever eaten.