It had been days of sodden heat and that anxious pressure that precedes a storm. It was enough to drive Julia to distraction. She’d spent the day distracted in the sticky heat, and sunset brought little relief.
She roamed the house, wearing a tank top and panties. The tv couldn’t hold her attention, neither could a book. The pressure from the impending storm wouldn’t let her rest.
What Vicki couldn’t tell her was about Djet (part one & part two). She just couldn’t find a way to tell Julia about meeting a resurrected pharaoh. She wasn’t sure she could tell anyone, well other than her professor.
It was professor Edwards who’d suggested that she seek out a former colleague, Colin Bishara.
Bishara had left academia, and all Vicki’s research indicated a skyrocketing career in Egyptology, to study ancient Egyptian magic. Or maybe it was more accurate to say practice magic.
Professor Edwards suggested that if anyone could explain what happened with Djet, it would be Bishara.
So Vicki stood barefoot and naked under her long black robe, scanning the crowd for Bishara.
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The cards led Caroline to this hotel and this meeting. She hesitated outside of the bar, reminding herself that she could back out if she wanted. Peter, her psychic, had helped her arrange everything. She’d negotiated, via email, everything she wanted. Only now that she was here, she wasn’t sure if she could do it. But the cards hadn’t led her astray yet. So she squared her shoulders and took her first step toward the bar.
She took a seat at an empty table in the hotel bar. It was sparsely populated this early in the day, and only two lone men sitting at the other end of the bar.
The woman who entered wasn’t what she expected. Caroline certainly didn’t expect the woman to show up in a leather cat suit, but the petite brunette in the exquisitely tailored suit wasn’t it either.
“You want to go to a what?!” Julia couldn’t believe what her friend Vicki was asking. Of course, Julia mused, Vicki hadn’t been the same since she came back from Egypt [part 1 and part 2]. Before her trip, Victoria hadn’t expressed any interest in the occult; however, since she had returned she had an insatiable drive to learn everything about it.
“It’s a coven meeting” Vicki began, but Julia cut in.
“No, this isn’t a praise the god and goddess, dance around a bonfire coven – This is a,” her voice dropped, “a sex cult.”
Victoria turned to leave the chamber. She’d had her moment, but it was time to tell the professor she’d discovered the hidden room and what she was certain was Pharaoh Djet’s sarcophagus.
She heard stone scraping against stone, followed by something light and wispy brush against her arm. She grinned gritted hey teeth against a scream. She was still being mocked for screaming at a scorpion in her first week, so she wasn’t going to add spiders to the list.
Caroline fidgeted in her seat. She could feel her skirt rumbled and raised under her ass, which made her wonder if her sexy flights of fancy were more than just flights, but there was no way they could be real, could they? She wondered.
When Victoria got the opportunity to go on a real excavation, she jumped at the chance. She knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.
After a month of hard work, she was still excited, but admittedly tired and frustrated. The work was still fascinating, but the manual labor at the start had worn her down. Of course, the work was a little easier now that the tomb was open. With lighting, they could begin the work at night and without the relentless desert sun, the cleaning and documenting of artifacts went faster, and Victoria’s enthusiasm resurged. Her frustration, however, hadn’t ended. No one on the crew was interested in her.