Mastim's Curse

Chapter 12

Following our new friends toward the stairs, we see that more couples are getting friendly now in the other rooms as spectators become participants. I'm not surprised. It's always been my experience that inhabitations are easier to discard as the evening wears on. The same is true for the people still downstairs where the atmosphere is wilder than before with a lot more touching and nudity.

We retrieve our wine and Jaidee's cigarettes from our table before joining our friends at theirs.

Our host holds out his hand "I believe formal introductions are in order. My name is Lan Smith and this is my wife Asherah."

He has a slight accent. It might be South African or maybe Nigerian. I'm really not sure. Either way, his powerful aura is even more evident now, and that feeling that I somehow know him is back. I give his hand a firm sake. "I'm Tony, and this is Jaidee."

Asherah offers her hand to me "It's a pleasure to meet you both."

I can't help but feel warmed by her sensual smile when our eyes meet. "Thanks, it was most certainly a pleasure to meet you both."

Asherah chuckles and her laugh is light and contagious. "Yes. That was very nice." She moves closer to me until our bodies are touching, reminding me that she hasn't been satisfied yet. Her erect nipples are still poking from beneath her dress, begging for more attention.

Lan extends his hand to Jaidee with a slight bow and pulls out a chair between his and mine. "Please have a seat."

"Such a gentleman," she takes the offered chair.

I follow his lead and pull out a chair for Asherah who graciously accepts. Once seated, she slides her hand on to my leg seductively, and the electricity of her touch arouses me once more.

Lan picks up a stainless steel container from the bucket of ice that's sitting on the table and refills Asherah's glass with an amber liquid. When he sees my curious look he says, "Would you like to try some? It's a mixture of my own making. I must warn you though, it is a little strong."

"Sure, I'd like some." A stiff drink would really hit the spot right now. "What's in it?"

"It has a base of vodka with a few other things mixed in.

Jaidee pushes her glass over to him. "I'd like some too if you don't mind."

"Of course. I hope you'll both enjoy it." He pours some into Jaidee's glass and then mine.

I take a sip. It's very good and has a nice kick to it. The vodka is there but also a hint of peppermint schnapps if I'm not mistaken. "It's excellent, thank you."

Jaidee smacks her lips after sipping her drink. "I like it. It's very fresh... must be the peppermint."

Lan beams. "I'm glad you like it." Then his face turns more serious. "Tony, I noticed you favoring your leg before. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, just broke my ankle a few weeks ago."

Asherah's lips purse together. "Ouch... how did you break it?"

I explain about my last race.

"So, you're a racecar driver," Asherah says with obvious interest. "How exciting!"

I shrug. "I'm mostly retried now. I spend most of my time building custom performance cars, like the one you saw us drive up in. I only do a few races a year these days."

"Your car is spectacular," Lan says. "It looks supper fast. And you sell them?"

His compliment makes me smile. "Yes I do. And they are fast. They're just as fast as some professional race cars, but it's still street legal."