Natalie self-consciously smoothed her dress down, tugging at the hem. The dress, with its flared skirt, sat comfortably just above her knees, hardly immodestly short. Nevertheless, she felt immodest. She couldn’t believe that she’d agreed to this, but she admitted to herself that the daring of it had her already turned on.
The bar was loud and crowded for a weeknight. Des was already there. She wove her way through the crowded bar, dodging patrons and servers alike, to the booth where he waited. She slid into the booth next to him, carefully tugging her dress down. He noticed; she just knew that he noticed.
Hali lay in the beach soaking up the summer sun. Overhead the gulls wheeled and called to each other, casting brief shadows over Hali.
She lay her back. Her naked breasts rubbed against the rough sand. She bent her legs, enjoying the feeling of moving them. She crossed her ankles and slowly rocked her upraised calves back and forth. She’d chosen a secluded stretch of beach, a place a little too rocky for most people to want to make the trek. Hali wasn’t a big fan of people.
I had a free evening in my new town, so I decided to take the historic cemetery tour. When I arrived, I found the tour guide, a beautiful young man, in a frock coat and top hat lounged against the graveyard gate talking passionately with a small group of tourists.
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.
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.