Literotic a sex stories – WAV! An Esteemed Bawdyhouse! (Ch. 01) by QueenBeeWrites
A street, filled with motion yet stillness. Its people were many, but each held a sense of rootedness that seemed to radiate from within. A stunning flower shop stood prominently in the front of a cozy café, its bright colors and sweet scents drawing attention from all around. To the right side of the flower shop, a charming book store beckoned with its shelves of knowledge and adventure. And on the other side, a bustling bakery bustled with activity, its glass display cases filled with tempting treats. Amid this lively scene stood a young man, perhaps in his mid-twenties, his presence captivating and unique.
From her seat at the window of the café, Mira couldn’t help but observe him, the pen in her hand forgotten as she took in his every move. As a writer, she was always on the lookout for interesting characters, and this young man seemed to fit the bill perfectly.
Mira herself was a woman of 25, a talented yet unknown writer. Her sleek, black hair was matched only by her striking brown eyes, and her words were like weapons, fierce and powerful. Her appearance, dressed in a sleek tuxedo, caused a stir among the more basic crowd, but Mira remained unfazed, her rigid demeanor unbreakable.
Her attention was drawn back to the young man as he was suddenly approached by a sleek car, disappearing from her sight as he was whisked away. Her phone rang, and she impatiently answered it, her voice ringing out in the quiet café as she demanded to know where Neha, her best friend and coworker, was.
“I’m sorry, I’m almost there,” Neha’s voice huffed through the phone, and Mira couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her usual tardiness. “How come you’re always late?” she asked, causing a rare crack in her stoic exterior.
“What?” Neha exclaimed as she entered the café, out of breath and worn out from her rush to get there. “I actually have to listen to our boss, unlike you,” she retorted, giving Mira a look of disbelief as she plopped down in the chair across from her.
Mira couldn’t help but smirk, her usual composure breaking for a moment as she watched her friend’s grumpy expression. Despite their differences, Neha was her closest friend, and she couldn’t deny that she was glad to have her by her side.
“Do you truly listen to that weird ass guy or you’re just saying for the say?” Mira questioned, still in her posture, as Neha placed her bag beside her, regarding Mira’s smirking lips.
“Well, not exactly. Still. I have to work. I can’t tell him to just fuck off like you.” Neha’s tone was the opposite of Mira’s calm and compassionate tone. Neha was more cheerful. Full of expressions and moods.
The waiter approached their table, yearning, looking at Mira’s unaffected eyes while flirting with Neha’s returning nature. He was a new waiter there. Or he would have never done that, keeping in mind Mira’s rejecting nature.
As always. The black coffee, which Mira liked so much, was ordered along with Neha’s milk tea and sandwiches.
“By the way. Why did Ms. Ray ask you to come so suddenly?” Being a writer so loved, Mira was the spoiled artist of the company. A writer who did as she wished. And her work compensated for all her spoiled behavior.
“She’s pressuring me to write another story or a novel.” Mira prickled, placing the notebook in her bag as she added further. “She’s acting as if it’s been years since I last published anything. It had not been that long since I last published.”
“Well, it’s been about one and half a year.” Neha squinted her black eyes at her, leaning back on the couch, letting the waiter put their order on the table as she eyed the little part of his chest, visible through two unbuttoned buttons.
Very much familiar with Neha’s behavior, Mira moved not an inch, eyeing the waiter to surrender his confidence.
The waiter quickly left, nervous, as Mira quoted. “At this rate, you might as well fuck him.”
“I would have if you had not scared him away.” Making Mira scoff, Neha complained as she added further, “You should start writing, though. Your readers are waiting to read your next work.”
“I don’t want to. Nothing is fascinating to me anymore.” Mira coldly stated.
“Make a prequel to your last book. Men loved that book.”‘
A Journey to Love’ which had captured a lot of male attention since it was based on a man’s love life taking the high and the low tides until he finally meets the woman who’ll settle the waves of his life for the rest of his years.
“There’s nothing more to write about it now,” Mira explained, sipping the bitter coffee.
“Hmm. You’ll have to write something, anyway. You know she will not let you loose with nothing in her hands. Not this time.” Biting the sandwich, Neha added further, “Oh, I want to tell you something. You remember the guy I hooked up with last weekend?”
“No, I don’t want to know what you did to him.” The chatterbox of Neha would go into details about her sex life, biting Mira’s ears off.
“That’s not it, bitch. Listen to me!” They laughed together as Mira responded, showcasing astonished eyes. “What is it, then? Did you do something criminal?”
“Oh, my God! No! He just told me about a place you’d like.”
“How does he know that? Did you tell him something about me?”
“No! Why would I do that?”
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
“It’s about a secret place, bitch.”
“A secret place. For what?”
A secret bawdyhouse. Not many people were aware of such a place, like the fact that Mira was the writer behind the famous book everyone loved.
Only the rich and famous had access to that place. A fancy bawdyhouse, Neha thought Mira would like.
“He gave me this card. It belongs to his manager. You can call the number right here and appoint a night.”
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to be continued……
So, the idea for this story came from a smut I wrote a long ago. (WAV)
—- Love, author! ❤
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