Hi Readers,

Thank you for sticking with me on this journey. My original ideas have taken flight, and new ones created. I read every review and want to thank you for leaving me one, it is inspiring, and thought-provoking. You make me question everything, but in a good way. So thank you.

A bit delayed this week, as my wife, our 4yr old twins and I had a UK Caravaning holiday in Skegness (if you know, you know) and have only just returned. And this week is the Queen Jubillee celebrations, so life has been busy (and a bit tipsy)

I hope you are all well and keeping safe and loving life.

For now, pick up your tea (coffee, water, juice, wine, beer, cider or milk) and enjoy the next chapter.

Love CC x

Chapter 38 - Gnome

Friday 16th March 2018 –23:25 pm

Bo's Hotel Room #215, The Horseguards, London

Lauren arrived at the reception not believing that her gaining entrance to Bo's suite would be easy, but also that it wouldn't be impossible either. Convinced that one phone call from her to Bo and the private elevator that took special guests to the top floor would be opened, and she would either be given her own card key or an escort by a hotel employee. Lauren never expected what she was told next.

"Sorry, Miss but we have instructions not to allow anyone to the suites tonight and our special guest has asked not to be disturbed. Not that I am confirming or denying your suspicions of who occupies our suites. I will now ask you to leave."

This alarmed Lauren. Reality hit hard to whether she actually knew Bo that well after all. She thought she did. But why would Bo ask that no visitors were allowed up on her special night? She feared Bo was alone, awaiting reviews on her one-woman play. And not allowing visitors meant she would still be alone when the reviews were published at midnight. Bo's play starred her only, playing all the different roles in a courtroom. The Judge, the defendant, the defence lawyer, the prosecutor and the witness. Five women, all telling their version of events, five women all played beautifully by one woman, her talented Bo. It sickened Lauren that Bo was left reeling in the aftermath, waiting to see if she was good enough for the British press, knowing how relentless they can be. It was unknown to anyone if they would deservedly give Bo praise for her professional accolade or repeatedly bash down on her about her personal life.

Lauren smiled at her sweet receptionist, but she wasn't walking away. Instead, she backed until she saw the receptionist in deep conversation with another guest and slipped into the next room. Walking casually through the foyer and onto the restaurant. Lauren glided out of her jacket and sidestepped into the kitchen area. Everyone inside was rushing, busy in their own world that she passed unnoticed. A few more steps, and a door later, she stepped back outside in the hotel's uniform jacket. A simple grey military-style button up.

Lauren stopped a waitress carrying a tray of food. "Is this room service?" Lauren asked.

The young waitress nodded.

"I'm new, so I have been asked to work room service. So I can take that if you want?"

"Really?"

Lauren realised that she needed more convincing, "But I am on shift early so we don't need to change over till midnight, so, you take that one and I will sit in the staff room."

"No, No wait. Here." Lauren was handed the tray, which was a lot heavier than it looked. "You can take my last one, I am done at midnight, so we can swap now."

With that and without waiting for Lauren's reply she rushed off back to the staff room. It had worked. And when she had passed her by Lauren took her key card. "Gotcha."

The staff elevator went to all floors, and the pass would get her in. The tray would disguise her face, and in a few minutes she would be in Bo's room, and she had food. A double win, some might say. Lauren was pleased as she travelled to the top of the hotel. The doors pinged open and light on her feet, she made the few steps to the entrance of Bo's suite. Using her own made-up unique call, she knocked on the door, knock, knock, knockety, knocks. Standing back she grinned, excited to see her face when Bo saw her standing there carrying food.

The door opened and the smile faded, as a brunette woman, with long hair and striking bangs opened the door. "Bo darling, did you order us food?"

Lauren eyed her up and down, she was dressed solely in a dressing gown. This attire alerted Lauren to the fact that Bo's visitor wasn't a work colleague or a reporter. The tone in which you referred to Bo as darling, made it clear that they knew each other well, and the fact she was in her room at nearly midnight sent her heart spiralling. She wanted to get away, say she made a mistake and leave, but part of her wanted to stay. What if it was innocent?

Bo's hand crept around the door and Lauren held her breath, along with the heavy tray, in anticipation. "Surprise." Lauren bearly whispered as she saw the look on Bo's face drop.

Bo pushed through, tightening her own dressing gown. "Lauren, shit. This is not what it looks like. Please stay, come in and let me explain."

Lauren looked down at her lover's hand. Her eyes filled with tears that she wouldn't let fall. Her heart ripped out, and she swore that if there had been a window she would have happily jumped out. Anything to stop this pain coursing through her. Never before had she felt this. The reality of losing Bo frightened her more than admitting to loving her.

"Please, bubba," Bo was gentle. She saw the look in the face of her love and was determined to make this right. She took the tray easily off her and passed it to her guest and led Lauren inside the room.

Lauren saw pillows and bedding on the floor. Her heart took another beating. "I-I-I should leave, I'm sorry for disturbing you. We never said we were exclusive, and I'm sorry for interrupting you."

"Lauren no, stop." Bo pulled Lauren in close, amazed at how easy it was.

"We had plans for tomorrow, and I should have respected that and not come by." Lauren shuttered, words were hard to form with a lump in her throat. "I thought you might want company for when the reviews were published."

"Thank you, and that would have been nice, but I had plans." Bo released her grip slightly. "Lauren, I want you to meet Cleo. She is my elemental spiritualist."

"Sorry, she is what?" Lauren expected a lover, escort, or paid companion, not an elemental spiritualist.

Cleo held out her arm to Bo, "Let me."

Lauren turned to look at Bo, who couldn't maintain eye contact with her and dipped her head.

Cleo led her to the pillows and sat her down, she stripped out of her gown and revealed her whole body was covered in tattoos. To her delight, she also revealed that she was wearing underwear, a lace bra and a matching thong, although very skimpy.

"Bo, join us." Bo sat down in front of Lauren. "We will show you, Lauren, and then you'll understand more about what I do."

Cleo gently removed Bo's gown and laid her down. Bo too was wearing underwear, again to Lauren's delight. Her hand lowered, and Lauren went to jump up, but as if she could sense it Cleo started to explain. "I never touch, but I do feel the energy."

Lauren sat back down, Bo tilted her head and reached her hand to Laurens and took hold.

"There are four types of elementals, Gnomes are earth spirits, undines are water spirits, salamanders are fire creatures, and sylphs are air creatures," Cleo explained.

"Right, okay." Lauren laughed, now her earlier feeling of utter remorse had been replaced with euphoria. "What one are you then? A Sylph, no wait, you're five foot one so I'll say a gnome."

Cleo was less than impressed. "I'm five foot two and a half actually, and being flippant won't make this not real. Sit back and let me work."

Bo sprung up, "Let's not do this tonight, Cleo. You should leave." Bo slipped back on the gown and went to the bar to top up her wine glass.

Lauren stood, "I'm sorry. I just don't understand. But I will try." Reaching Bo she put her hand on her back and Bo turned into her embrace. They hugged for a few moments, before parting after remembering that Cleo was in the room, in her underwear watching.

Lauren pulled Bo into a light kiss, "I will behave this time, I promise."

Bo nodded and they rejoined Cleo on the floor. "Okay Lauren, let's make a believer of you."

Cleo knelt in front of her. "Unbutton your shirt, and lay down."

Lauren shrugged and did as she was told, "I'm not removing my shirt however, I don't know you."

"English girls are so uptight." Cleo turned to face Bo, hand waving over Lauren's body. "Bo, you never told me your girlfriend was English."

Lauren looked over to Bo, who knew she was private and hated to be talked about.

"I only told you tonight I was dating an English girl when you asked what pull was keeping me here," Bo answered.

"Yes, you have a strong pull to this little quaint Island." Cleo kept her hand wandering over Lauren's body, "So my spirits are present today, and with you they are strong."

Lauren remained still, Cleo was turning red, but she had promised Bo that she wouldn't laugh.

"You're an orphan."

Lauren stopped smiling, Cleo was straight in.

"No family, no past, no future," Cleo shook, Lauren attempted to sit up but was held down by this tiny woman with incredible strength. "You are not at one with nature and will travel the planes of existence to end up in purgatory for your sins."

Lauren freed herself and buttoned back up her shirt. Cleo was in a trance like state, vigorously shaking on the floor. "What the fuck."

"She has gone into a deep trance," Bo replied, "She was like this once with me, a few weeks ago. Rambling on about the many lives that I will live, all controlled by others and will only come to a stop when I take control of destiny. She will be okay in about an hour. I will feed her and she will leave."

"I will stay." Lauren knelt back down.

Cleo shot up and pointed at Lauren, "You are a killer. The leanansidhe say that mum, as you knew her, wasn't kept by the water women. It wasn't an accident or a drowning. You killed her. Just like you killed all the people in the warehouse. It all started with that man in the alley."

Cleo fell back down, eyes shut.

"What the fuck have you told her?" Lauren jumped up and ran her hands through her hair. She was mortified. "I didn't kill my mother, or anyone in a warehouse, they were all alive when we left."

"I haven't said anything," Bo defended herself, "We barely speak about you."

"But you do speak about me?" Lauren questioned.

"I have been seeing Cleo for five years, so yes, I guess I have spoken about you, but I never said your name, I don't think I have anyway. I was high on a few of the meets."

"Fucking great. Do what you want with your elemental spiritualist Bo, but you leave me out of it." Lauren stomped to the door, opened it, and shouted over her shoulder, "I'm out."

Saturday 17th March 2018 –07:05 am

Lauren's Flat - Croydon

Lauren stirred. She wished she had not agreed when Vex suggested Powerhouse, a three-floor gay nightclub open until early. Her tramp stamp and hangover were a reminder of her poor decisions. After leaving Bo, she returned to the pub which then turned into clubbing in the early hours. Lauren had given her phone to Vex to stop her drunk texting Bo. Creeping into his room, she tried desperately not to wake him as she retrieved it. It pinged to life as Lauren put the kettle on, she needed a cup of tea. When she had arrived back at the pub Vex told Lauren that Tamsin, Kenzi and Dyson had left on a new mission to find her. The messages pinged in from them, and Bo.

Dyson (17/03/18- 00:10): Hey You. Call me. Dy

Kenzi (17/03/18- 00:11): We got here just as you left. Cleo is weird, but don't let that put you off what you and Bo have. She is in bits, please call her. Kenz x

Tamsin (17/03/18- 00:12): Get your ass back here. Tam

Bo (17/03/18- 00:15): Please Bubba, I didn't say anything to Cleo. I promise. Please come back. Bo xx

Lauren made her tea, and read the rest of the messages, all from Bo.

Bo (17/03/18- 00:23): Bubba, everyone has left, including Cleo. Will you come back, please. xx

Bo (17/03/18- 00:52): Bubba, it's okay, it's late, I guess you're not coming back. I can explain and if you want, I will not see Cleo again. xx

Bo (17/03/18- 01:12): Bubba, when you get this, call me back.

Bo (17/03/18- 01:47): please reply. I miss you.

Bo (17/03/18- 02:02): I'm sorry

Bo (17/03/18- 02:31): Goodnight

Lauren sighed and got ready. She needed to leave, she needed air. Lauren wanted to believe Bo, she cared so much for her, but her life came with so many complications. Lauren needed the guise of being invisible. Her life depended on it, but Bo had her life and those around her in the public. It was the complete opposite, and loving Bo would be easy, but living with her would be hard. Drinking another pint of water and popping a couple more tablets before taking the keys and leaving ten minutes later, heading for the City.

Saturday 17th March 2018 –07:35 am

Victoria's Secret, New Bond Street. London

Parking up Vex's now newly owned bike, Lauren walked into Victoria's Secret. Inside was empty. She headed straight to the toys and picked out a better strap on for a beginner. Lauren didn't know what the future was with her and Bo, but there were going to be some boundaries set. Lauren looked around the shop. She wanted to call Bo and run to her, but right now she was angry and hurt. The toys were all laid out, and Lauren picked up a few to inspect them more. Some had vibrating ears while others rotated. Some had huge girth, others long and thin. Picking them up one by one, Lauren read the instructions and pursed her lips together imagining Bo wearing one. It sent her sex spiralling, making her suddenly horny.

"Found what you need?" a voice behind, causing Lauren to slightly jump.

"Yes, this will be perfect," Lauren replied, turning to find her voice wearing Victoria's Secret uniform, black heels, a short pleat skirt and a shirt tied at the midriff and opened to expose high breasts.

Lauren gulped, handing the toy to the assistant.

"Wearing or receiving?" The assistant asked.

"Both," Lauren replied, happy to make the assistant blush.

"And maybe something else? Sexy lingerie, perhaps?" The assistant held up a white lace plunge teddy. The soft silk material, except for the open lace front bust area, led down to a V shape towards the waist. "This would definitely suit your body shape, exposing your breastplate and torso beautifully."

Lauren gulped. "I wasn't buying for me, I was, erm-" Lauren's mind went blank as the assistant stood closer, her chiselled abs showing under the small top. The assistant turned on her high heels, and Lauren followed her to the back section to rows of bodices in black, white, blue and the more fashionable, red.

Lauren was handed an ivory and black corset with detachable suspender straps and felt the material. Touching and imagining what it would be like against Bo's delicate skin, letting out a quiet moan. "Yes, that would be nice. Do you have this in size thirty-four B?"

"What's your name?" She asked.

"Emma." Lauren lied.

The assistant bit her lower lip, "I'm Sasha. And if you want to try this on, I'll get that size for you, Emma."

Lauren nodded, and Sasha showed her the dressing room in the back and closed the thick red velvet curtain behind her once she was in. Lauren looked in the mirror and willed herself to calm down. Yes, she was in a sexy lingerie shop with an even sexier assistant, but she needed to stop her horny thoughts. The sex had been so good recently. It was like a light had been turned on inside her. Now it shone at every moment, appropriate or not. Lauren removed her clothes and tried on the white plunge teddy. It fit perfectly, and she took her phone out of her pocket and took a few snaps. She intended on sending Bo them later. Her earlier feelings of anger had gone.

"Emma?" Sasha called out.

Lauren had not heard her come back to the dressing room and fumbled with her clothes. Unsure of what to do. She needed to get the underwear off first before she could put her clothes back on. "Erm, yes."

"I got that size for you. How are you getting on?" she asked.

"Fine," Lauren replied. "I think I will take-"

Lauren didn't have a chance to finish when the curtain was pulled back. Hitching her breath, the minute she saw Sasha wearing the corset she was considering buying Bo.

"I thought I would try it on, so you could really see what it looked like," she added. "I paired it with a matching thong, and you can't beat a pair of timeless black suspenders.

Lauren could not speak; every part of her body was turned on. "I-I-I, really like it."

"And I definitely think you should get that one too." She quickly added. "You look absolutely gorgeous in it. And whoever you're buying it for is very lucky."

"Thank you." Lauren hoarsely replied.

"Just a minor adjustment." Sasha stepped inside the small cubical. Pointing to her straps, she asked, "Do you mind?"

Lauren shook her head. Sasha moved Laurens' hair over one shoulder and adjusted the strap slightly. Lauren stood facing the mirror and watched as she slowly traced her hands over the soft material. Sasha brushed her finger delicately to the edge of one of its straps, near Laurens' collarbone. Lauren shuddered

Soft lips were on her neck. Lauren closed her eyes and whispered, "Is this really happening?"

Her question was instantly answered as she was spun around, and lips met each other. A hot kiss, full of want and desire. Nothing could stop what was about to happen.

Lauren was pushed back against the mirror. The tips of Sasha's fingers on either side of her body slowly outlined her perfect figure. Reaching the straps, however, instead of pushing them off Laurens' shoulder as she thought she would, she ran her fingers slowly along the upper edge. She then trailed it all the way down around to her navel.

Lauren studied Sasha while she did this. It seemed more intimate than kissing had. By the time she'd finished outlining the whole thing, she'd barely touched Lauren, and yet she was so aroused she could hardly stand up.

Sasha looked up, smiling at Lauren before kissing down her neck, past her collarbone, feeling her nipples rise but deliberately missing them on her journey south. Kissing the flesh of her chest plate and down over her flat stomach, caressing the contours of her sculptured abs.

Sasha was slow and rhythmic, gently kissing down Laurens' body. All the time running fingers up and down Laurens' thighs, from knees to where Lauren wanted to be touched most. Lauren lifted her leg on the chair beside her, resting her foot on the top without prompting. Palms to the mirror, holding her steady. Sasha continued her slow journey down. Kneeling before her. Gripping her buttocks. "The best part of this teddy is that it has poppers. Only three. And easy to undo, even with your teeth."

Lauren looked down, watching as Sasha took the material in her mouth and the first popper opened. "Oh my god." Lauren put her hand to her head. "We're really doing this."

The second popped, and Lauren felt her body rush with desire.

The third and final popper sprung open, and a hot mouth met a very wet centre. Lauren held her head in place as her clit was sucked and licked. Lauren moved her hips, hands tangled in Sasha's hair as she rode her mouth. Lauren was taken back; it was fast, hot, and incredibly sexy.

Sasha pulled her closer to her. Felt that she was close and not easing up. If anything, it made her work harder. She wanted her to come hard in her mouth. And the wait was not long as she felt Lauren's body start to shake.

Lauren sensed her walls tightening around her stomach and her body flush. Muffling her scream with the palm of her hand as she came. Sasha wiped her mouth as she stood, stealing a kiss.

Lauren tasted herself on her lips. Eager to repay the favour, holding the top of Sasha's arms, turned her, and pushed her down into the chair. Making quick work of the bodice, not bothering to open it, merely pushing it down past her breasts and removing her wet panties. Taking a nipple in her mouth, Lauren sucked hard. Alternating between breasts while using fingers to stimulate, driving fingers in and out of Sasha's wet sex.

Sasha's head was flung back, hands gripping the sides of the armchair. All the muscles in her thighs, belly and bottom were tense and quivering. Lauren knew she would come from her fingers alone but was desperate to taste her. Removing her fingers and dropping to her knees in front of her. Sasha's eyes shot open, seeing warm brown looking at her with such want and yearning.

"Seen something you like?" she asked. Lauren did not reply. Instead, she lifted each leg, hooking them over the arms of the armchair. Pushing back slightly, opening her as wide as she could go. Lauren moved forward on her knees so that she was closer. Sasha felt her breath against her sex.

Holding her legs apart, Lauren kissed the inside of her knee and trailed kisses down toward where her thighs met. Planting a hot kiss on her centre and a quick upward lick using the tip of her tongue. Her action caused a loud moan. Continuing her kisses to the other leg and back down. Repeated the action until she felt hands tangled in her hair, pushing her head to where she wanted it the most. Lauren smiled before thrusting her tongue in and out of her and sucking merciless on her clit. Using the palms of her hands to spread her lover wide. Taking everything that was on offer.

Laurens' head was being held in place as Sasha rocked harder on her. A hot, wet orgasm spilt out from her. Laurens' head was being pushed back, and her legs tried to close, but Lauren did not ease up. Instead, she gripped Sasha's legs open and continued her assault on her swollen clit. More screams echoed in the tiny dressing cubicle.

"Please, stop. I can't come anymore." Sasha pleaded.

Lauren ignored her, grasping her legs apart, continuing her assault on her engrossed clit, and using her little finger, Lauren circled Sasha's anus. Licks travelled further down, wetting both entrances. Lauren had a firm grip on one leg, and her body pushed against the other leg. Then with one hand, she filled both holes. Slowly at first, then the rhythm built up to a faster pace. Lauren moved to put her elbow against Sasha's thigh and licked hard on her clit once more. Noise filled the small cubical. Then silence as Sasha slumped back on the chair. Lauren released her grip and moved away.

Lauren stood, pulling down the bodice, standing naked. "I'll take everything, please."

Sasha smiled and stood panting. "I'll get it all wrapped up for you. I will see you outside when you're ready."

Lauren re-dressed and sat on the chair, head in her hands, unable to believe she had just had sex in a changing room. Just a few nights ago, she had revealed to Bo that she had never had sex in public. Collecting her jacket, she headed back to the shop.

Stepping back to the floor, she didn't see Sasha; instead, another assistant was at the counter putting the finishing touches on the purchases. There were more than the three boxes. Lauren concluded that Sasha must have chosen more gifts, smiled at her audacity, and took her credit card out.