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  ~ Capri's Fate ~

  A Paranormal Erotic Romance

  by

  Daryl Devoré

  Copyright © 2013 Daryl Devore

  Chapter One - Capri

  My erotic adventure began the minute he whispered, "Do you happen to own a pair of red, fuzzy handcuffs?"

  Well okay, it didn't exactly start there. If I'm going to be perfectly honest, I think it started with Kat's text: "Meet me at - insert name of five-star restaurant here."

  Kat is always getting me to take her out for expensive dinners. I don't mind, I'm a high paid executive, in a very large corporation, while she's a receptionist in a small dental office. Besides, I like good food and her company.

  Kat and I have been BFFs since third grade. We were in each other's wedding parties, and cried on each other's shoulders at our subsequent divorces. Now, we're each other's go to person whenever the mood strikes. Obviously, the mood struck and it involved my credit card. I texted back a reply –"Xavier's. 6 pm."

  ~ * * ~

  Kat waited outside the restaurant when my cab pulled up to the curb. "Timing or what? I just got here."

  After the requisite cheek kiss we stepped up to the Maitre D'. He smiled his, I- must-be-friendly-because-they're-guests, smile and escorted us to our table. We ordered drinks and chatted. We talked about the weather, her new dress, my job—you know, just old—no, scratch old, put longtime—girlfriend stuff.

  After a diet conscious meal, followed by a calorie-loaded dessert, we waited outside for a taxi.

  "Do you trust me?" With a goofy grin on her face, Kat's dark chocolate mellowed-from-too-much-wine, eyes gazed at me.

  Having seen that innocent demeanor before; it meant nothing but trouble. I was a bit wary. Okay, a lot wary! The last time she'd gawked at me like that and asked the same brainless question, we ended up at a frat house beer slosh during Homecoming and I wasn't in college anymore.

  A cab pulled up and stopped. She grabbed my arm and dragged me into it. "Convention Center."

  I slid next to her and shut the car door. "What's at the convention center?"

  "That's the trust me bit." She raised her hands and flicked two fingers up and down at the words "trust me".

  You have to love air-quotes.

  I checked my Blackberry for messages then glanced at her. "Is this going to get me arrested? Again?"

  She shook her head.

  "Is it going to get me hit on—again—by horny, beer-soaked, college drunks?"

  Kat giggled.

  "Is that a yes or a no?"

  "Nope. Not going to tell you. You need to trust me."

  Air quotes. Again.

  I stuffed my smartphone into my royal blue Coach purse. "Okay, let's see what the Fates have in store."

  A cold breeze tickled the back of my neck. What the hell? I twisted around, looking for what caused it. The windows were up. I doubted the AC was on, as it was early April, and still cool outside. I shook my head and settled back for the ride.

  Traffic picked up as we neared the convention center. The driver wormed his way through the congestion and parked at the curb by the main entrance.

  "Well, it seems like a popular attraction." I paid the cabbie, and we followed the crowd into the building. As I read the convention billboard, my feet froze to the sidewalk. I snapped my face in her direction. "Erotic Notions! The…the sex show!"

  "Yup. Keep moving. You're blocking people behind us." She nudged my arm to urge me forward. "I pre-ordered tickets. You just need to pay."

  "I'm not going in there." I moved to the side and placed my hands on my hips.

  "Oh, come on." Kat tugged my elbow. "It'll be fun. What else were you going to do tonight? Wash your hair?"

  "But, what if…" My stomach dropped to my knees.

  "Don't say it. I know, what if someone sees us. Girl, we're over twenty-one. We've both been married and divorced. We’re thirty-three."

  "Excuse me. Thirty-two until August."

  "Thirty-two. Geesh. But still, I think we're labeled as cougar wannabees. Not old enough to be a cougar. Not young enough to be a cheerleader."

  I opened my mouth to voice another valid complaint, but Kat shushed me with a perfect teenage roll of her eyes and the first logical thing she'd said all night. "If somebody sees us, they're in there too—duh!"

  I think I should've had more wine at dinner.

  Kat directed me to the ticket kiosk and then in some blur of disbelief, I was standing inside the nation's biggest sex toy show.

  The last consumer trade show I attended was for the company. It featured displays of state-of-the-art computers, software and how to make your office environmental and ergonomic. The dispassionate side of me said this was very much the same. Display booths lining the walkways with sales people pitching their wares.

  The entire rest of my being said, "Run!" The wares here weren't technological. They were fruit-scented anal lube, blowup dolls, crotchless panties and…and…what the hell is that?

  Kat grabbed my shoulder. "This is so exciting. I've always wanted to come to one of these. We get to do the private rooms."

  "Oh! Uh, great." Words exited my mouth, but my brain was still in shock.

  "Come on, this way. We, also, get to use the VIP area. Champagne and chocolate." Her voice rose two octaves.

  Champagne! I could use a slug. I mean a sip. We showed our passes to a large security guard then sat at a table overlooking the convention area. A server placed two unbelievably tiny, plastic glasses filled with champagne on our table and a plate of four chocolates. Who eats only four chocolates?

  I snapped my fingers. "Waitress."

  She turned back toward our table.

  With one hand, I picked up more champagne flutes and with the other I grabbed another plate of dark delight. "I paid seventy-five dollars for these tickets. These are mine."

  She started to protest, but I flashed my best corporate-bitch stare down. She hitched her head, spun on her heel and left.

  I sipped the champagne, trying to absorb the scene in front of me. Kat talked nonstop and at high speed about the throngs of people and the nearby display advertising, in gaudy colors, the benefits of this dildo over that one.

  "Ladies." A young woman with a vine tattoo that ran up the side of her neck and ended on her cheek, stood next to our table. "I'm Tee. That's T-E-E. And I'm guessing it's your first time at a sex show."

  She smiled at me. "Yes. It's written all over your face. I'm a hostess here and I can make this experience more pleasurable if I guide you around. I'll start with the introduction. Hmm. Hmm."

  Tee struck her best spokesperson pose. "Erotic Notions is a trade show dedicated to entertaining and teaching the ins and outs of all forms of sex. Straight, gay, kinky, etcetera."

  I gulped. It was the etcetera that worried me.

  She continued, "Be prepared to learn new ideas and tips while visiting our display booths. We have the latest and hottest toys for you and your bedroom. And that's not all…"

  I knew there would be a wait, there's more. I swallowed another mouthful of bubbly bliss.

  "For the delight of our VIP guests," She pointed a well-manicured finger at both of us. "We can visit the Rooms of Desire. Where you can witness—or maybe join in—the play."

  The champagne had increased Kat's excitement and had at least mellowed me to the point of being willing to give this a try. Gulping the last of her champagne, Kat rose and headed for the displays. "Time to go."

  I walked along beside Tee. "Your name's quite unusual."

  "My father's a professional golfer."

  I turned to our hostess. I think I had a big question mark glowing over my head.

  "Yes,
he named me after that little piece of wood they stick into the ground and hit the ball off of. And no, my brother isn't Cart or Club."

  "Been asked that a few times?"

  She rolled her eyes.

  "I so get that. My name is Capricious, Capri for short."

  "Capri. I like that."

  "To add insult to injury, I'm a Capri--corn. That crazed woman," I nodded in the direction of Kat. "Is my best friend, Kathy Stoller."

  "What would you like to do first? See the displays or visit the rooms." Tee, being very good at reading my confused expression, explained the difference. I voted for the safer of the two.

  "Displays it is. Follow me." She led the way through the crowd. Kat tight on her heels.

  A deep, male voice whispered, "Buy something fun, something erotic and something dangerous."

  I turned to see who spoke. No one seemed to be trying to disappear into the mass of people. No newspapers were suddenly flung up in front of someone's face to conceal it. Everyone nearby was busy chatting or checking out displays.

  "Hello!" Kat grabbed my hand. "Keep up."

  I randomly waved my index finger around as I glanced in several directions. "But someone just spoke to me. I don't know who."

  "You probably walked through someone's conversation." She giggled as she bounced on her heels. "I love this place. I'm going to buy a bunch of toys. It's going to be a long, cold winter."

  I raised one eyebrow. "It's April."

  "Long hot summer." Kat grabbed my sleeve and pulled me beside her. "The longer and hotter the better."

  We stepped into a display area. A gray-haired lady with silver-rimmed glasses walked over to Tee. They did the double cheek girl-kiss thing. "Patsy, this is Kat and Capri. This is their first time here."

  "Welcome to 'Patsy's Party'. Are you looking for anything in particular? To please yourself or that special other?"

  "I want toys for me." Kat's cheeks flushed, and her eyelids were wide open. I think she was panting. "There is no special other for either of us at the moment. But we are both actively looking."

  Patsy glanced at me. I did a gasping fish impression, then I heard it again.

  "Buy something fun, something erotic and something dangerous."

  I spun and looked around. No male stood near us and the little brunette, who was looking at a sex manual, couldn't have a voice that deep. A chill slithered down my spine. I started to tell Kat what I'd just heard, but I stopped. She'd just have some totally plausible explanation and somehow I didn't think hearing voices at a sex toy convention had any possible sane reason. And I wasn't about to admit I thought I was going crazy.

  "Well then, let's start with dildos. Every girl's best friend." Patsy led us toward a shelf covered with phallic pieces of all sizes and colors. She began her sales pitch by picking up a largest penis I have ever seen. "This is our best seller, Mr. Monster Dong, guaranteed to drive you to new heights of sexual satisfaction. This fat boy starts at eight inches and gets bigger so you experience the feel of a really big cock. And best of all, this bad boy never goes soft! The three pages of instructions, which give a wide range of self-satisfying suggestions, are included."

  I thought Kat was going to have an orgasm on the spot. She squealed three times during the description and practically ripped the thing from the woman's hands.

  "If you are into the more sensuous." She picked up a glass dildo. "This little baby is called A Woman's Delight. The latest in the glass line. Its ridges and g-spot teasers are designed to heat up your playtime. I know what you're thinking, but it's completely non-porous, so it stays germ-free."

  "No. No." I waved my hand at it. "I'm more worried it'll break. I mean, it's glass. And…uh…where it's supposed to go…I mean…um…"Puul-lease beam me out of here, Scotty.

  She patted my shoulder. "They're built really strong, dearie."

  "Oh, good." My smile was a pathetic little one, but it was the best I could do.

  Patsy raised an eyebrow at Tee, who shrugged.

  "Well, let's try lingerie. I have this gorgeous red bustier, with…" Patsy poked her fingers through the bra part. "With the playfulness of being a peek-a-boo."

  Something—someone?—nudged my arm. Of its own accord, my hand reached out and my fingers grabbed the bustier out of Patsy's grip. I had always wanted one of these. To me, it symbolized a sexual tigress. A woman who can strut into a room and capture every man's attention. Of course not me. Not in a hundred years.

  "I have this regal blue one." Pasty held it out. "It matches your eyes."

  I didn't hand the red one back to her. I couldn't. Red's my favorite color.

  She shrugged and moved on. I followed clutching the bustier as if I'd just won the Best Actress Oscar. By the time Kat and I left 'Patsy's Party', I had a bustier and a glass dildo. Three display areas later, I owned a bottle of lubricant—'A water based warming gel that gently heats on contact to improve mind-blowing sexual satisfaction.' Who writes the blurbs for these things?

  My fingers hovered over a pair of red, fuzzy handcuffs, having noticed cuffs like these around Valentine's Day and thought they'd be a giggle to own. But could I? I'd never be able to trust a man enough to let him cuff me to…well to anything. Still, I wanted them. Really wanted them. And I kind of would like to find the man who could do the cuffing. Someone mysterious, adventurous and have incredible eyes. Hmph, I'm at a sex toy convention and I'm thinking about eyes. I gave myself a little shake and turned away.

  Noting that my inhibitions had taken a vacation, I followed Tee to the next display area, side by side with Kat. The neon pink sign above the display read 'Adam and Eve'. Adam's other job was probably male stripper or porn star. It had to be. Real men just don't look like that. You know that tingle that starts in your crotch when male heat walks into the room—well—hello Adam!

  He started to talk about a five-function clit massager. My knees went weak and my jaw dropped open. By the time he got to powerful, easy to use and comes with multiple adjustments, perspiration trickled down my back and my panties were wet. Did he stop there?

  Nope! On to the latest and the greatest in spanking toys.

  He stroked my behind with a long, black stick. "Do you like to be tamed? This is a stiffening crop." He gave my backside a slight slap.

  I almost ripped his shirt off.

  "You can turn it on low and be teased by your partner. Or turn to four…"

  "And what?" Kat's voice was breathless.

  He brushed my cheek with the crop. "It's best to save number four for a very naughty partner."

  Yes, I bought it. As we left the display stall, my fingernails dug into the flesh of my palms from the vice-like grip I had on my purchases. "I need a drink."

  Tee checked her watch as she led the way. "We'll go back to the VIP area. There'll be a demonstration on the main stage in about ten minutes."

  I kept pulling Kat out of displays as we walked back. I think she wanted to purchase one of everything in the building.

  "Very good choices, so far," the deep male voice breathed in my ear. "But you still need one more item—something erotic."

  Something erotic? I've got a glass dildo, warming lubricant, a red bustier and a riding crop. That's not erotic enough?

  "No."

  Can you hear my thoughts?

  "Yes."

  Trying not to think anything—or pee my pants—I reached for Kat's elbow, but my hand moved and I grabbed an object in the display beside me. The label proudly read The Nipple Tickler. Vibrating nipple clamps?

  Tee stepped next to me. "I have a pair of those. I just love them."

  I stared at my hand. Every time I tried to open my fingers to release the package, the muscles and nerves ignored my command.

  Erotic enough for you? Voice. Person. Thing?

  A hot breath passed over my ear. "Delightfully erotic."

  I've got sex toys in my hands and a horny voice in my head. Oh, happy day.

  "Kat." I tapped her arm. "I heard that voi—"
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  She looked at the package in my hand. "Ooh, those'd go so well with the peek-a-boo bustier you bought."

  Swallowing down my moment of courage and conceding to my new purchase, I paid for the clamps then turned to Tee. "This is it. This is the last purchase. Take me to the champagne."

  Champagne! That's what was causing the voice in my head. I breathed, a cliché-ridden, big sigh of relief. I didn't need to confess I was hearing voices. With a calmer state of mind, I followed Kat and Tee back to our seats in the VIP area. As I raised my glass, I paused to wonder what'd been put into the effervescent elixir. It was so not like me to hear voices or to purchase—you know—sex toys. Those are for other people. But here I am with a bustier, nipple clamps and a dildo. And it's only 8:30!

  ~ * * ~

  The laser lights flashed around the room as the level of music increased to the having to shout range as the Erotic Notions Sexy Lingerie Fashion Show began. The first model was a long legged, thin, big bosomed, blonde, wearing a black bustier with red trim and eight inch, rhinestone covered stilettos. She strutted to the edge of the runway, did the mandatory turn then shook that tiny booty all the way to the back of the stage.

  By the fifteenth version of tall and skinny, my patience with beautiful young women had disappeared and my cattiness raised its refined head. I leaned close to Kat's ear. "One more skinny blonde and I'm going to sit on her and stuff donuts down her throat until she puts on a pound!"

  She nodded and popped another chocolate into her mouth.

  "Check out the Rooms of Desire. You can even join in."

  I didn't even bother looking around; I knew the speaker wasn't there. But strangely, I wasn't bothered by his voice anymore.

  Kat stood and suggested to Tee that we move on.

  We left our packages in a secure location and followed Tee out of the main convention center hall and up the stairs to the smaller conference rooms. Groups of people milled about. All were clothed, none had whips. I felt safe.

  "I think we will start at the far end." Tee pointed. "Most people start here. We'll go where it's quieter."