Lauren: Exotic Edge, Part 2 (Patreon)

“Hurry up, I’m already dressed!” Lauren yelled from the hotel room bed. “Honestly, how am I, a woman, dressed before you, a man, huh?”

“I’m almost done, calm down.” Brian replied casually, spritzing a tiny bit of cologne onto his hands before rubbing them on his neck. It wasn’t an especially necessary measure considering the fact that he was pretty sure that his date was already into him, but it was a scent that Lauren had always loved back before all the magical weirdness kicked off.

He walked out to find her typing away on her phone, nails clacking against the screen. By now she looked fully Indian and dressed in fashions that she wouldn’t have ever touched before. She wore tight PVC pants that clung to her every curve and accentuated her plush muffintop beneath a black tubetop so shear that her nipples could be seen with relative ease. It was sexy, but definitely a little on the slutty side. They walked down from the ground floor together with Lauren carrying a briefcase with her, though she hadn’t said anything about needing to carry anything on her.

“We uhh….We gonna stop by the office or something? What’s with the briefcase?” Brian asked.

“You’ll see later. We can just throw it in the car until we’re ready.” Lauren responded, tossing the case to him before cheerily walking out to the street where a dated but fully functional rental car waited for them.

Turning around, Lauren reached up and ran her fingers through her hair showing off both her curvaceously sexy body and the fondness shining in her eyes. She was sexy, but sweet. Edgy but not evil. If anything, her smile told Brian that she had something special planned that wasn’t likely to get them in trouble for once.

(1)

The couple drove down the street with a tenuous, overly careful Brian behind the wheel. He was unused to driving on the crowded roads of India, especially at night where every so often someone would just walk right out into the road seemingly without a care in the world. After several sudden twists and at least two wrong turns, Lauren told him to park in an alley just outside of what looked like a bail bonds building.

“Okay, we’re here. You go in and explore, and I’ll follow you. Don’t try to wait.” She said, grinning.

“Uhh….Alright…” Brian said, unsure of what to do or even where to go.

He began walking down the alley towards the sounds of a woman singing in Hindi and the bustling murmurs of a large crowd. As Brian moved closer, the orange lights of a huge plaza filled with people came into view. Soon he was surrounded with the sounds of excited conversation in either English or several dialects that were pointedly not English. The scent of korma and spicy soups filled the air while the ever present humidity of the Indian summer had cooled somewhat, turning the night into a sort of tropical wonderland filled with light, life, and mosquitos.

(2)

Brian wandered over to the plaza just as cheers erupted at the sounds of tabla hand drums all starting up in unison. Within seconds, a massive cadre of bellydancers poured into every open space available and began shimmying and swaying to the music. Women wearing clothes of all sorts of bright colors and fancy jewelry and veils flooded the area, not only bringing a smile to Brian’s face, but whipping the entire crowd into a frenzy.

(3)

There were women and girls ranging from what looked like 18 to 55 years old, with equally varied body types throughout. Many of the older and clearly more experienced dancers took to the center to dance with the other girls while the younger, more flirtatious ones spiraled outward like a lotus bloom of nubile young women to entice the men into dancing.

(4)

Most of them passed Brian by to go seek out dashing young men in the crowd and pull them into the outskirts of the circle to dance while others would perform for one specific person in much more sexualized renditions of the dance moves displayed by the others. It was fascinating to see and plenty of fun to be there for, but as the girls continued to spin and spiral past, he noticed that one of them had left the circle and was coming straight for him. While some of the girls wore darker red, blue, or green jewel tones compared to the bright oranges, yellows, and pinks of the majority, this particular dancer was clad almost entirely in black and gold save for a few dangling pink jewels that accented the outfit nicely. She looked to be younger and in better shape than the majority and wore a dark veil that obscured her features save for the tiniest glint from the whites of her eyes behind the fabric. The lights dimmed and the rhythm slowed to a more sensual beat while the hip bounces and swaying arms of the dark-clad dancer thickened with it.

Brian’s lips twisted into a fascinated smile as he realized what Lauren’s briefcase had been for all along.

“…Noooo….fucking way….” He growled happily, fascinated and impressed by her exquisite dancing ability.

The veil lifted slowly and seductively as Lauren sauntered closer, but remained just out of reach. The twangs of strings and pounding of drums seemed to dictate her every move, building within Brian a sort of giddy frustration at the knowledge that he wasn’t supposed to be touching her while she danced.

(5)

It only made him want her more.

She reached out with her long, snaking arms and wrapped them around his, pulling him into the circle where the other girls had lured their respective men. Once there Brian couldn’t help but look around and see all of the other sexy young girls seducing their hapless men like a synchronized flock of sirens about to devour their prey. Lauren reached up and pulled his face back, positioning his eyes right in front of her own big, garnet-brown irises. He felt almost hypnotized, or at least helpless against the power of the group. He didn’t feel powerful or special; merely another unwitting and ungraceful man picked out of the crowd by an individual part of a collective coven of sultry predators. Lauren leaned in close and spiraled around her man, her hands holding him in place to prevent him from turning around to look at her. Then, like a hot and spiced tingle in the air she whispered into his ear.

“Tonight you’re going to fuck me every way I tell you until I’m too sore and stupid to make breakfast in the morning.”

Before Brian could even respond, the lights flickered and brightened again as the tempo of the music picked up once more to the great excitement of the girls.

“Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi!!!” Lauren shrilled, with a multitude of other women joining in a cacophonous zaghareet as her movements became bouncy and quick once more.

The tempo of the party surged back to life and the dancers returned to the central group with Lauren’s eyes still locked on Brian.

With one final group pose, the crowd erupted into applause and the girls began to disperse until the next dance began.

Of all the nights he’d spent on vacation in India, it was this one he would remember for the rest of his life.