Tara cleared her throat when the blond was courteous enough to pull back from her ear, unfortunately she decided not to return to the corner she had chosen earlier. Instead she sat back with her ankles crossed holding her head up with a hand watching Tara impatiently.
"The condensed version…" Tara repeated clearing her voice again.
Pam nodded her head giving the dark skinned woman the floor again.
"After I hung up with you you became the topic of discussion."
"What discussion?" Pam asked with bored eyes trailing a nail over Tara's jean clad legs.
The younger vampire attempted to retreat, but there wasn't much she could outside of jumping off the couch to escape her lover's nimble fingers. Instead she sat a little straighter leaving her knee take one for the team while her thighs were for the moment safe from Pam's probing.
"About dating you…a older woman…a more experienced vampire," Tara liked the lazy circles made over her jeans the gentle pressure was calming.
"And?"
"The topic of pleasing you came up."
"In front of your dark chocolate cousin and some random bitch you pick up on the road."
"Witch," Tara clarified on reflex.
"By default all witches are bitches honey," her fingers stopped.
Tara looked down with the bittersweet emotions coursing through her. On one hand she was relieved obviously affected by her lover's touch. And on the other it meant that Pam would be a impossible to reason with when she got it in her head that something specific was suspect.
"The bet," Pam reminded her, "you were just about to tell me what exactly we're dealing with," she arched a brow her head angled toward Tara's center.
Tara forced herself not to respond completely inexperience with an erection she brought her legs up to make sure she Pam couldn't see how well the spell went. She focused her thoughts and wall paper or old ladies walking down the aisle looking for peanut butter, Tara pinched the bridge of her nose to come up with something anything that would give her control of her body.
"Pleasure," she squeaked, this clearing her throat thing was getting old she thought harshly. "We were talking about pleasure and what you liked and then what a woman likes in general." Threading her hands together she frown at a line of dirt under her nail and began to pick at it to distract her from the rising heat of embarrassment was she drew nearer to the answer Pam wanted. In the car, in the dark with a stranger it's a liberating thing especially if that stranger happens to be an attractive and forthcoming witch who listened well. Lafayette was also up for a little gossip to pass the time because it seemed this gas station that shouldn't have been more than a few miles was further than they thought.
The witch, who still remained nameless, shared her conquests with both men and women noting their faults and their shortcomings that were, at the core, personal shortcomings that had nothing to do directly with their sex. She was the type of woman when the mood struck her she found a body and used it for her singular purpose. If they stayed or left or became play toys relied on their worthiness. She was considered kinky in her sect because of her use of magic in her lovemaking.
Lafayette shifted in his seat catching her gaze in the rearview mirror, "as in if Chip isn't as chipper you got your own magical batch of Viagra to get the party started?"
"If, and it's a big if, I had that kind of problem then I have no problem doing that I could," she snapped her fingers to illustrated how instantly it could happen. "I had this one guy he was so small," she held up ring finger, "and that's exaggerating—by the time I was done with him…." She gave the duo a huge satisfied grin, "lil pete wasn't so lil anymore."
"Damn," Lafayette whispered with a tinge of wariness and jealousy mixed in.
"That's not so kinky," Tara waved off the magical influence of the witches erotic exploits.
The witch leaned forward in her seat next to Tara's ear, "educate me with your all knowing wisdom. After all you have access to over a hundred years of kinky shit…how on earth do you please her, if you please her at all."
Tara shot her an evil look, "I do alright."
"Alright?"…. "And she's still around. Either your downplaying what you have or she's going to get bored quick."
The dark vampire didn't like the patronizing tone. She especially didn't care for the way she dismissed her sexual prowess. Pam would have told her if there was something about their love life that she wasn't satisfied with. And yet while Lafayette kept quiet and the witch hummed smugly flicking lint from Tara's shoulder she couldn't help but wonder if she were everything Pam wanted. Their sex was great wasn't it?
"I had this one spell," the witch interrupted Tara's train of thought, "I made it because I wanted my lover who could have me spread eagle on the couch begging to enjoy it. Sure you've got the double dildo, but she wasn't the type that liked to be penetrated. I wanted her to feel what I was feeling the way a man would if he was banging on my back door so to speak," she bit her lip to let the pun marinate then continued. "It's as simple as one two three. A few simple words while you're wearing the toy and presto," she snapped her fingers again.
"Presto what?" Lafayette asked from the driver's seat.
"Sally was still Sally with a little extra below."
"Shit," Tara breathed, "that shit wouldn't fly with me…some witch enchanting my vagina. It's amazing the way it is."
"Don't knock it till you try it."
"I'm not knocking I'm shutting that shit down—never going to happen," Tara enunciated each word with conviction.
"Keep that attitude up and why would she want to keep you around?"
"Where the hell is this gas station?" The cook glared at the dark as if it somewhere along this narrow road it would appear. But no, he followed a bend and still just darkness, dirt, and trees. "I don't remember this shit being this long."
Tara had to agree.
"Can we play a game now?" the witch asked in the backseat.
Tara and her cousin exchanged a look. The endless road hadn't been as endless they realized on the way to the house. Spooky rolled off their back seat passenger in waves and it didn't help that almost every witch they'd come in contact so far was an evil, conniving, bitch with selfish intentions—then again they'd met plenty of humans and supernatural beings that resembled that profile. Still, it was all to strange to be ignored by two veterans who knew and the signs and the consequence s of ignoring the evidence.
In silent agreement they Lafayette asked what kind of game.
The vixen in the back seat crossed her legs sitting in the center of the seat swinging her leg as much as it could swing in the cramped space.
"Whoever counts the most yellow cars by the time we get to the gas station, wins."
Tara looked at the vacant road. Lafayette mirrored her and then chuckled humorlessly hating that he hadn't followed his instincts like he should have, "fuck."
"Don't you want to know what you get if you win?"
"I'm a tad bit curious," Lafayette raised his brows craning his neck slowly in her direction before he returned his gaze to the road.
"What about you vampire sexy? You want to know too right?"
By this point in Tara's tale Pam had become increasingly agitated by the witches use of 'vampire sexy' when referring to her girlfriend. Now she interrupted anxiously, "how many more 'vampire sexy's' must I endure before I hear about how you acquired that?" she plucked at Tara's jeans.
Tara jumped. During the story the younger vampire hard relaxed and her arousal subsided. She let her leg fall open and obviously it was too much temptation for Pam to ignore.
"I'm telling you everything."
"I changed my mind."
"Too late no take backs."
"How old are you?"
"Cradle robbing age," Tara teased.
"So you pick up a hitchhiking witch, I'm assuming she's enchanted the car or the road, so what's this game, and feel free to leave out the parts where she's flirting with my girlfriend…..it makes me think you're bragging."
"That sounded a lot like jealousy."
"It isn't…it's just a preference….I know women and men find you sexy Tara. Why would I want something that others didn't covet, feel free to flirt with them—but I draw the line at witches." The blond visibly shuddered from disgust.