Just A Tear Drop Away

Part 1

Only a tear drop away

I swear I had never seen a more gorgeous woman in my life. Her cheekbones were perfectly shaped, as if she were a goddess. Her collarbones stuck out in just the right way, followed by massive, voluptuous breasts and curvy hips. Her hair high in that sexy beehive. She had applied an average amount of makeup. The woman was pure sex appeal. I forced myself over to her, drink in my hand. I could hear my heals click with every step, even over the bar music. Time was moving slower and slower as I got closer to her. Before I could tap her shoulded she whirled around, face to face with me. Her breath smelled like whiskey, her eyes the same color as the liquor
"Oh, excuse me, I-" were the only words that camd out if her mouth before she was on top of me and we were heading towards the floor. Someone must have bumped into her or shoved her, but thats fine by me. This girl can stay on top of me for as long as she want. I caught a whiff of her bubble scented perfume and stale scent of cigarettes.
"Im so sorry, I got shoved!" She stammered.
I noticed the high class accent she had, making her 5 times more attractive than she already was.
"Its alright."
I say as I force myself to stand up, extending out my arm and helping her up as well.
"Thank you dear," she smooths out her shirt fixes her hair a bit. "Whats your name?" she asks. Im mezmorized by her eyes, she has me unable to respond for a second.
"Um, im Anna."
She smiles, her dimpled popping out a bit and her laugh lines become more promoninte.
"Im Belinda, wanna come smoke a cig with me?" She asks
I smile back, and accept the offer.
She leads me through the crowd of people drinking and socializing. We momentarily reach the back door and she turns around, facing me before pushing the door open with her back. A wide grin spreads across her face as she turns back around. As we exit we come across a giant pink carriage. There was something off about it, it was floating. She leads me inside, "c'mon boYS!" She shouts and the carriage races off into the air. I watch her pull out a cigarette and light it.
While blowing smoke in my face, she asks "Where are you from?".
"Oh, im from brooklyn, born and raised." T beam. She nods, puffs and looks up at me.
"Im from far far away."
Theres a few of silencd between us before her beautiful eyes met mine. Its almost ad if she were hypnotyzing me, locking my feet to the ground. Thr impending sense if dread coming off of her was almost tangible.
"I am taking you somewhere-" she takes a long drag from the joint, "just somewhere magical, no need to worry." I hezitated for a second, then nodded.
Im not too drunk, I can make it back...
All of a sudden a round if shots appears in the air. Belinda hands me a glass full of amber liquid. Whiskey. Dammit. I cant say no to whiskey. I knock back the shit feeling the alcohol burning in my throat all the way down to my stomach. I hand her the glass but it disappears from my hands. Soft, small hands of placed on my shoulders, I know they're Belinda's. What is with this girl? I feel as if she is magnitized and I need to be around her.
"Lets go." She gets in front of me, grabbing my arms and pulling me out of the carriage.
It occured to me that her mood shifted pretty quickly. Just 5 minutes ago, she seems fine and sociable but within a secind she became anxious and scared. Im letting a complete stranger drap me around and im suprisingly fine with it. I dont feel threatened by belinda by any means. In fact its the comolete opposite. The only thing I know about her is her name and that she if from far far away, wherever that is. I feel like we already have some sory of connection. I failed to realize that her hand was interlaced with my own and that we were outside some kind of factory. The chilly night air bit at my skin, making me shiver.
"Here we are" she announced. Belinda looked into my eyes for the moment. It felt like they were digging into my soul, sesrching for any doubt that I had about her and where we were.
"Where are we?" I asked
"My factory, my home, my masterpiece." She responded. She knew. She had to know that I didnt want to go back. I wanted to discover her. I wanted to figure her out. Everything was telling me to go into that building with her. "Why dont you step inside with me? Its a tad chilly out here. You dont have a jacket." I knew it. I nodded and she opened the door, leading me inside.
"I shoukd tell you something." She said. I didnt say a word
"Far far away is a magical land full of story book characters, I am the famous Fairy Godmother!" She announced.
"Thats interesting." I said. I dont wish to talk more about the subject though, she could tell. I started to look around. It was a shabby lobby with off white walls and a tacky red carpet.
"My room is on the top floor, I recommend taking the elevator." We stepped inside and she pushed a large white button shooting up upwards. Her hand snaked around my side, absently tracing my skin and making it crawl with excitement. Shit. I knoe what shes doing.
I turn my head to face her, and she responds with smashing her lips against mine, she starts to float. She tasted like whiskey and cinnamon, with a hint of weed. Weed has never tasted better. She forced her tongue into my mouth, exploring it feverishly. Placing her hands on my hips, she pressed me against the wall of the elevator, grinding up against me. All of my sanity spiraled away at once and I caved, handing myself over to kust and raw sexual desire. I grabbed her ass, i heard a faint moan come from her. We were full in french kidsind each other, our tongues were practically wrestling with inr another.
She slows down gradually before she pulls away right when the elevator door opens.
Her once calm eyes were now smouldering with desire and need, her sexuality rolling off her in waves, washing over me and sending me into a frenzy.
She once again, grabs my arms and pulls me through the hallway and stops in front of a great red door reading the words "godmother". She fumbles witht the door nob, swinging the door open and strutting inside. Sluming her things over a chair in the corner of the room, she points to her bathroom door directing me to it.
"You'd better be close to naked by the time i pull you out of there" she growls as she pulls off her coat. I scamper into the bathroom, closing the door and flicking in the lights. Kicking off my shoes and pulling off my shirt, tossing the latter somewhere behind me. I unbottom my skinny jeans pulling them down revealing my blsck lace underwear.
"Good choice." I mumble under my breath.
The door clicks and swings open, Belinda pulls me out of the bathroom. She is standing there with nothing but a ehitr lscr bra and matching underwear. She advances towards me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me softly. I tightly grip her waist. She nudges me toward the bed and we land on it with a thump. She disconnects our lips, and moves down my neck, biting and sucking playfully, almost like a kitten.
"Im only a tear drop away." She cooes between bites.