The Necklace
“If you’re going to be late for dinner, let’s just reschedule.” My voice was flat as I looked out the window at the passing scenery.
There was a huff on the other end of the line before she ends the call. I raised the divider in the car as I pulled the phone from my ear. My phone chimes as I check my email again for my quarterly update when I see a reminder on my calendar. I don’t remember accepting this invitation, but it looks like I would have been the one to reschedule. The loud Texan woman was losing her appeal anyway.
She wasn’t her, I thought. Without missing a beat, I dialed my secretary. “Seems I have time for that meeting now, Sharon. And please have my tuxedo sent to my office.”.
“Yes sir. Your tux, invite, and donation check is going to be delivered at five, mister Blane.” Sharon informs me just as coolly. Her adeptness is why she’s been working for me for six years.
“Thank you.” I hang up on her without waiting for a reply.
I began scrolling through the corporate newsletter when the scent of her perfume swirled around my head. The floral scents became stronger as I perceived the pressure of her thighs straddling mine before I could finally feel her. This mystery woman was my addiction. I wrap my hands around her waist before I can even see her. I notice the outline of her lips leaning in to press kisses over my face. Once she finally materializes, she pulls my lips to hers.
“I just got off the phone.” I gasp. The confident, careless man I was with other women was gone around Vixen. With her, I became an uneducated boy. Now able to see her deeply tanned skin, I explored her softness. She was always hot, like she’d been under a blazing summer sun for hours.
“I know.” She moans.
“Vixen,” I moan her name with need. I could barely think past the intense desire that sparked as soon as she appeared. Her back bends as I reach for her plump ass. Through her long dress, I grab at her flesh. I pull her closer as I swing my left knee out so she could sink into my lap.
“Naveen.” She moans again. Each sound she made tightened my cock. I still looked at her face to see her pleasure as I ground her into me. Her head rolled back, and I shoved my nose into her braids and slim neck. She smelled like honey. Vixen moved to pull her dress up with urgency. With her hand resting on my knee, she began touching herself. I didn’t move or think until she gave a frustrated grunt. I look up from her dripping pussy and into her angry brown eyes. Hearing the silent command, I reach for my belt but decide to lift her hips up to my mouth. She tastes like honey. Her creaminess is just as addictive as the rest of her. I slurp at her opening first before I stroke the rest of her with my tongue. As she screams, I unbuckle my belt and start on my pants. Her quivering thighs push me on. Just as she quiets down, I push my stiffened tongue inside her. The Vixen’s screams start again. For a second, she forgets her strength and that dripping pussy comes into my mouth with too much force. She doesn’t realize how rough she’s being. This is how I know this is real. There is no way my arrogant mind would think of an affair with such a powerful woman. I was ashamed to realize that a year ago, but it was the truth. My younger self was arrogant and rude. The first time she came to me two years ago, she had almost strangled me to death. She eased the pressure from my mouth as her orgasm ebbed down. Feeling how wet she was, I pulled her hips towards my cock.
She stopped right above me with my tip nudging those soaked lips. “Wait!” She moans as she hovers over me. Vixen kept rubbing my tip over her until she spurted.
“No, no, no! Don’t tease me today!” If it wasn’t for my driver, I would’ve screamed.
“No?” Her voice is light though her eyes blaze golden and my body quivers in fear, but I would still die with a rock-hard cock with her.
“I beg.” Her knuckles come to my lips, and I kiss them. My muscles relax when I see her smile return.
“You need to do something first.” She commands.
“Anything, Vixen.” I say, feeling like it’s a truth pulled from my heart. Or some type of contract. My eyes narrow, but as always, the image in front of me makes everything worth it.
“I want you; I do. But I came as soon as I remembered my friend never gave me back my necklace. I need you to bring it to me by the full moon.”
“That’s in four days.” The irritation isn’t hidden from my voice. She begins kissing the skin above my collar. Unable to focus, I watch as she lowers her knees between my feet before speaking. “Where’s the necklace?” my voice was like gravel.
“It’s in New Orleans. A woman named Latice Louise has it.” She knows I’ll do it.
“I thought you were mad at me.”
“Yes, but I’ll send you to work like a modern woman does.”
I’m able to keep from laughing as she sucks the base of my cock. When her wet mouth slides down my length, I forget the conversation all together. I groan from feeling her warm tongue. I don’t dare to remind her we’re less than fifteen minutes away. She’ll take care of me.
My driver opens the door and I step out clean with my pants refastened. All the evidence of her disappears with her. I hurry into my building. Not even waiting to see her, I call Sharon in the marble elevator.
“Sharon, please research where I can find Latice Louise. Look through our databases. I need this information for my grandmother before lunch. Thank you.”
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A few hours before my meeting, I realized the information Sharon brought me must be wrong. Unable to waste another minute, I phone my college friend.
Deacon answers on the third ring. “Can I pay for an emergency consultation?” I ask. I know how rude I sound without saying hello, but never bother with it.
“Of course you can. Can you order me a sandwich too if I’m there in an hour?” The pothead sounded like he was eating over the phone right then.
“Be here in thirty minutes.” I order before hanging up.
I try to focus on the quarterly that finally came in and prepare for the meeting but drop everything as soon as Sharon leads Deacon into my office. Glasses don’t fit his tall frame. One look at my face and he forgets pleasantries and heads straight to the table by the windows. He sets up his laptop and scanner. He also pulled out a slim tower that was as tall as the old ones used to be.
“Why do you still need a tower?” I ask.
He only laughs in response. “Gimme a minute.” He begins plugging everything up before he speaks again. “Oh yeah, my emergency consultation is a flat rate of two thousand dollars.” He smiles then started whistling. The music grates on my nerves, but I let him be as he works.
He finally speaks, “What’s the name?” I give him the name and the city. He takes a few more minutes to boot everything up and begins searching. “Is this an early Halloween trick? If my sources are correct, she’s been dead for over a hundred years. A lot of sources bring up her funeral and mention a necklace.”
“Tell me about the necklace.”
“Probably just an heirloom she’s buried with. Let me read.”
“Seems the necklace relates to the Cajun Lady. That Latice Louise is the Cajun Lady.”
My eyebrows shift in confusion. “The Cajun Lady?”
“Reads that she was a powerful voodoo practitioner that died in 1887.” A pause. “The necklace was a gift from Mistress Louise in New Orleans. Upon her mistress’s death, her daughter reported it as stolen that same year. The Cajun Lady was boiled to death during a riot. The three-caret ruby necklace has been missing since. Let me research for local myths.”
“Missing?” I groan, but I still ask, “Is that where she gets her name?”
“No, probably from her Cajun ancestry.” Deacon informed absently as he stared at his laptop. “There is voodoo lore attached to the woman, and the necklace in her grave.” He talked over me. “The grave is in her family’s crept. Researching now, Naveen.”
Well, I won’t be going home tonight.
I dial Sharon’s desk from the office phone. “Thank you for the information, Sharon. Book me a midnight plane ticket and car for New Orleans. And how far away are the Cartwrights from the meeting?”
“Their secretary just called to say they’re forty minutes away. How long is your trip, sir?”
“I need to be back by the afternoon before the full moon.”
“Yes sir.” Her voice stayed unsurprised from my word choice.
“Where’s my sandwich?” Deacon whispers while throwing a pen at me.
“Please have a roast beef sandwich sent up from the cafeteria. Wrapped to-go.” I hang up while deadpanning Deacon. “Do all your paying clients buy you sandwiches?”
“No, but I’ll make you an itinerary of places of where the necklace could be or where to research. And I’ll throw in one free phone call if you need it.”
“That’d be great.” I finally thank him.
The meeting with the Cartwrights was a success. I stood staring aimlessly out the window with brandy in my hand. Once my tux is delivered, I went to my private bathroom to shower.
“Vixen, please come to me.” I was begging already.
I will soon. You know, every few days. She spoke inside my head.
“Then why didn’t you let me take care of the both of us earlier?”
Please, just get my necklace and look forward to seeing me. I wish I could visit the quarter with you.
My lips thin instead of responding. I try to shut her out of my mind and finish my shower in peace. The Texan’s long legs came to my mind. Her brazen behavior had been more than arousing, especially her reverse cowgirl. Vixen never gets jealous, but she sees the women are becoming fewer and fewer. Sometimes, I hate the hold she has on me. But everything about her, the sex, the intensity, is so worth it. I stay in the shower until the water runs cold.
The event ended up being a charity dinner. I hadn’t even thought to ask why Sharon had put a five-thousand-dollar check in my tux until the staff had asked for it. My seat was amongst widows, and one retired football player. I tried to focus on the speeches and videos, but the steak was hard and dry. All the red velvet in the room began to nauseate me, but with an empty stomach, I made reservations at Angelo’s with a model named Tamira. It was impossible to eat at the romanticized restaurant alone. During the late dinner, she’s consumed with her phone and even stepped away for a call, leaving me to enjoy a decent steak. Sex with her would be the same. I always liked how easily she discarded me, but I didn’t have time tonight and she barely left Manhattan.
Sitting in the soft airplane seat, I decided to get some sleep, but my mind is too wired. Deacon made me aware the necklace may not be in the crept after all these years. There wasn’t any more time to hunt the jewelry down. Deacon had included a list of private detectives in the area that I could hire. I forced my mind to slow down. Somehow, I would get Vixen what she asked for.
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The first morning in New Orleans, I wasted no time going to the Louise family’s crept. My new driver, Sam and I both wore jeans and t-shirts. Strangers would think we were friends. After hours of driving and wandering, we found the forgotten and overgrown cemetery. He silently kept watch outside as I cracked cement and investigated the grave etched with her name. The skeleton had no jewelry besides a wooden rosary that I put back. I notice a blank grave and my gut tells me to crack it open just to see. I gently ram my mallet into the old construction. Once the dust clears, I notice the glint of a thick chain of a heavy necklace.
I should be happy. This time Vixen only had me risk charges of grave desecration to get the necklace. After two hours of this humid weather and grave digging, I found Latice Louise’s grave. As soon as I touch the skeleton, a sudden stab of fear courses through me. I place everything else back when the wind picks up. My body freezes. I feel a terrifying presence hover over my back.
“Please, I need to return it to Vixen.” I plead. My whisper is my last strand of composure before I lose my shit. The ground stills and everything becomes so quiet I can hear the birds again. The sun seems stronger the louder the birds get. Still in fear yet respect. I correct everything, and I even try to put the dirt and cement pieces back in the same place. I push the necklace into my pocket as I walk out the crept in a rush. The sun gave me little reassurance after what happened. I couldn’t even bring myself to ask Sam if he felt the ground shake or if he heard me. I plan on spending my time before the flight at the pool and getting hammered. When we were back at the quarter, Sam and I had enough beers that made me fall asleep for a few hours until I got a call.
“Mister Blane. The cartwrights refuse to reschedule their follow-up meeting. I know the merger was important, sir.” I can hear her question.
“Move my flight to tomorrow afternoon.” I order. I’m back to sleep before I hang up.
After an emergency contract signing, I was finally back in my New York flat with my king bed and empty kitchen. I just probably wouldn’t see Vixen until the full moon. After my shower, it wasn’t sixty seconds until I felt her presence materialize. Vixen wanted to straddle me again as I sat on the edge of my bed. That was a good start for me. Before she appeared completely, I removed my towel, so her seat was empty.
“Do you know how old I am, boy? Naveen, great-grandson of Kabir.” She smiles at my fear before leaning in. “No tricks. If I want you, I’ll have you.” She whispers the last in my ear before she nibbled my lobe. I felt her heat as she worked herself against me. My dick hardened even more under her movements.
“Does this mean anything to you?” I ask. Instead of feeling rejected, I get angry and push my cock up to her unsuspecting pussy above me. I feel her wetness gather on my slit. I decide to bring her to the edge first and my fingers divide her lips to stroke her bud.
Her lips quirked into a small smile. “Your arrogance has some grounds. Your skills bring so many pleasures.” She sighs as she wiggled her hips to work my fingers.
I grab her neck as I guide her to lay her over my sheets. On her side, I stroke her stomach and breasts. “You’re not getting my tongue this time.” I growl and shake her neck a fraction for emphasis. I feel her shudder in response. After waiting days and doing another one of her quests, all I wanted to do was shove into her.
“Damnit, Vixen.” I lift her leg as I lean over her breasts. I bite one brown nipple before sucking it. My fingers return to her hot pussy and the wet sounds almost make my heart stop in excitement. Her moans were lyrical. Vixen’s voice was honey, too. The beads at the end of her braids rolled over the pillow.
“I’m ready, Naveen.” She whines, making the gold chain around her waist jingle. The gold adjoining her wrists, ankles, belly, and hair excited me. I bite her nipple again, then her neck. With one stroke, I buried myself in her to forget everything else. The groan that ripped from me told the whole complex I had waited too long to be delicate. My dick slid all the way inside her with every stroke. I was still mad, but every groan she gave lessened my raft. Feeling her orgasm around me fueled my focus. Without anger, I could only be greedy for pleasure. I rolled us over, demanding she take over. Her eyes glow for a second, but she starts a pace that has me curling my toes. I separate my legs so she can slide down my cock even further. Eventually, we’re both rocking towards each other. Every stroke covers me in her extra hot tightness, and I try to hold on. Her thighs quake with pleasure and I grab them to keep this frantic pace. With a scream from us both, she pulls every drop of cum from me. I’ve always wondered if she was a succubus. We fall back on the pillows. I can’t help but feel proud every time this mystery woman feels just as put out as me, but I don’t show it. I’d be a fool to say I didn’t respect and fear her. After a few minutes, she sits up.
“Don’t do that again.” She commands over her shoulder as she shot from the bed. Before I could panic, she walked into the bathroom.
“You stay mad at me.”
“No, but you cannot control anything. You and I are not the same.”
“What are you, Vixen?” She didn’t respond. She just moved around in the bathroom. I could hear her stop in front of the mirror.
She walks from the bathroom looking completely anew and holding an old blue tome. “Here’s a book for you to read in case you come across anymore spirits. I will give these answers. Thank you for the necklace.” She placed the book on top of the antique tie rack by the bathroom door.
“Will you lay down with me?” I ask as I pat the sheets next to me. She gives me a small smile before she turns back into the bathroom and towards the shower stall. “No, Vixen!” I yell.
I jerk out of bed. My steps on the wooden floor pound my ears, but just as I already know, the room is empty. I flick the light off angrily and close the door.
Time for a run.
