SurfAngel_1031
Shaking off the chill and the self-doubt, Sylvie pushed the thought bad gently kissed her friend's neck. “Veronica.” Sylvie whispered while using her fangs lightly on Veronica’s neck. “You are right. There was a time where I wao explore things with you a bit deeper. Give us a more emotional attat.” Sylvie plunged her fangs deep aracted them to allow the hot, iron fvored psma to race dowhroat. Flexing her lips as though she were giving her friend both the bite she needed as well as a kiss, Sylvie ted to ten and licked each hole o a time to seal them. “I didn’t want you to think you were ever… a sotion prize, so I never pursued it.” Sylvie used the back of her hand and cleared her lips again. “I hope you uand.”
Much like being slightly drunk, Veronica’s head swished like she was in a soft set of o waves. She had enough of her mind to keep holding Sylvie’s waist through her jea loops as she waited for the feeling to finally subside. Once Veronica was able to stand on her owted Sylvie lightly on her chest, just above her third-eye tattoo. “I do uand. I have the others and we fulfill each other's needs without being overly demanding. I have known you for what…” Veronica’s rge brown eyes looked up in thought, “..almost ten years?” She smiled at her mistress. “You have always chased your visions. It’s your thing.” Veronica winked and headed out of the office.
Giving Amber a few more minutes of rest, Sylvie opehe small safe and pulled out the various ge drawers for the sale systems and stacked them on her desk. It was only after she ted the separate stacks of ten dolr bills a few times without cheg the other ts did Sylvie realize something was ing.
-I’ve been seeing tens all night.-
Sylvie sighed and closed her eyes and tried to force the ining vision to produething useful, but without any luck.
With a quick grunt and a yawn, Amber sat up from her drained slumber and looked at her watch, “Shit, I was asleep for ten minutes! Why didn’t you wake me Mistress?” Amber jumped up from the coud stumbled to the desk befathering the strength in her legs. “Are all the ts right? Five hundred per drawer, like normal”
“Aen.” Sylvie mentioned mindlessly and then used her bzing speed to t the money irays. “Amber, yes. Five hundred per drawer. Get these out to the terminals, and afterwards you go outside and make sure the guys out there have what they need?”
Amber picked up the drawers and headed for the door, Sylvie right oail. “Isn’t it illegal to serve drinks outside the bar?”
“Be discreet about it. Take bottles only and make it look like they brought the cases.” Sylvie ughed, “Use your imagination.” Sylvie opened a small door and took her position behind the main bar that served both sides of the building. Reag for a round drink tray covered in salt shakers, Sylvie took the time to spread all of the little gss tainers across the bar and stopped just as she went to pce the st oen.” Sylvie said loud enough for a couple ers to look at her oddly. “Just ting out loud, do you lovelies need anything tonight? I’m making blue lighting margaritas, Joker Blue.” She poio her blouse. Rewarded with a couple of smiles and nods, Sylvie went to work on the drinks she’d ied just as a well dressed man in a blue pinstripe suit breezed into the lively se of the bar.
“My my, you have ged Miss Miakoda.” The man took off his tan fedora and tossed it casually on the bar. “One of your ..Bloody Madelyn’s please.”
Sylvie hadn’t heard that low key midwestern at iwenty years, but knew who it was immediately. “An Brown.” Sylvie finished mixing the different liquors and turned on the blender. “I have a couple other drinks to make real fast. I keep my special sto the back.” Sylvie leaned on the bar and looked over her old friend. “You have moved up in the world. Last I saw you, there was no suit, certainly no over abundance of silver and a hat to hide that brown and gray hair of yours.” She stopped the blender and poured the tents into twe margarita gsses and hahem to another server to deliver.
“Silver has tent energy that stops others from finding me.” An boasted and looked over his shoulder, “She’s not here is she?” He asked as his anxious and wide brown eyes sed the bar. “I was told silver ..”
Laughing quietly, Sylvie shook her head, “An. No, she’s not here. Silver wouldn’t help you anyway.” She pushed herself from the bar and leaned ba her beer cooler with her arms crossed. “If it was her? You’d not have made it into the bar.” Sylvie he ten rings on his fingers and sighed. “I have a feeling I won’t like what you are here for. I have beeing a sign all night in the form of the en.”
An nervously twisted his biggest silver ring, the one den with opals, “How about you get me that drink and I will tell you all about it.” He looked at his watch, “Oddly, we have about ten minutes before I show you the test.”
