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"Flesh and Blood, Part Two" by JT


Prue wound her way through the streets of downtown Sacramento,
looking for the hotel where she was supposed to meet her new
client . . . or, more accurately, potential client. No papers had been
signed . . . no commitments made. Just an arrangement to meet and
discuss the possibility. The traffic on the interstate had been
horrendous, and the otherwise ninety minute trip had taken nearly
two and a half hours. She was tired, starving, and wanted nothing
more than to go home and take a nice, hot bath  . . . not drive
around the state with the meager hope that she might snare some
business for the auction house. Still, she had been asked for by
name, and the strange phone call, while cryptic, held the promise of
money. It was an offer she couldn't refuse. 
	
She spotted what she thought was her street and turned left, hoping
it was the right way to the hotel. The streets all looked the same to
her, and with the fine mist threatening to become drizzle she was
forced her to flip on the wipers making it that much more difficult. 
	
I wonder if there's a spell that can help me, Prue mused. She
doubted it. Her powers, while certainly impressive, didn't seem to
have many practical applications . . . at least not that she had
figured out yet. Perhaps in time she would learn the secrets of using
her powers to the fullest, but for now she fumbled in the darkness
doing the best she could with what little she understood about
Wicca and the powers of witchcraft. 
	
She spotted the ritzy hotel where her meeting was supposed to take
place and swerved her car over to the curb, climbing out and
turning over her keys to a fresh-faced valet in burgundy livery. The
man seemed more interested in the shortness of her black skirt than
her car. Prue gave him a flirtatious smile and headed inside. 
	
The hotel restaurant was just off to the right of the lobby. Prue told
the host the name of the woman she was supposed to meet and he
directed her to a table in the corner where a blonde-haired woman
was sipping a glass of red wine. The woman appeared to be in her
late twenties or early thirties and looked stunning in a navy blue
dress that made Prue suddenly feel trashy in her canary blouse and
tight black skirt. She was also sure she looked a mess after the
long, taxing drive from San Francisco. Her instincts told her to pop
into the ladies room to at least freshen up but the blonde spotted
her approaching and offered an inviting smile. Prue sighed. She was
trapped.
	
"Lauren McAlister?" 
	
The woman's smile broadened. "Yes. Ms. Halliwell?"
	
"Prue, actually."
	
"Mmm . . . that's a lovely name. Please, have a seat."
	
"Thank you, Ms. McAlister, " Prue said.
	
"Oh, please. Call me Lauren."
	
Prue smiled at the woman across the table. "All right . . . Lauren.
I'm sorry for being later. Traffic- "
	
The blonde dismissed her apology with a wave of a pale hand.
"That's all right. I do appreciate you making the drive up on such
short notice."
	
"It was no trouble, really, " Prue said.
	
Lauren giggled. "Liar. But thank you. I promise to make it worth
your while."
	
Prue felt a rush of heat in her cheeks and was sure she was
blushing. The twinkle in the other woman's eyes reminded her of
the look the valet had given her. It suggested her potential client
had a lot more in mind than business . . . something that caught
Prue completely off guard. Looking at the way the blonde's thin lips
curved into a smile made that prospect . . . intriguing. The silence
that followed was awkward and Prue wished her powers could do
something to save her from the uncomfortable moment. She could
always knock over the table.
	
"Wine?" Lauren asked.
	
Prue sighed in relief. "Yes, thank you." She watched as Lauren very
deliberately poured her a glass of wine. The woman had a grace
that Prue found enticing. Not a single move was wasted. It was like
a well choreographed dance . . . and all that just to pour her a glass
of wine! Prue found herself wondering if the woman was just as
meticulous between the sheets then just as quickly dismissed the
thought. She was here on business not to fall into bed with her
client!
	
A waiter came over to take their order and Prue sipped her wine,
watching, mesmerized, as Lauren ordered from them. There was
something about the woman . . . an almost ethereal beauty radiating
from that face . . . and Prue found herself inexplicably drawn to
Lauren's dazzling eyes, crooked smile. She noticed that Lauren was
looking at her quizzically and realized with more than a little
embarrassment that the waiter had left. She couldn't help but
wonder how long she had been staring. 
	
"Shall we discuss business?" Lauren asked. 
	
"Of course, " Prue said with relief. She was on solid footing
discussing business. "I understand you have some items you wished
auctioned through Buckland? Is that correct?"
	
"Not me, my employer, " Lauren said, taking a sip of wine. "But
yes. She is eager to rid herself of certain items."
	
"Antiques?"
	
Lauren smiled. "The items are very old, yes, and not without
historical value."
	
"I'll need to inspect them before I can give you an estimate of their
*market* value, " Prue said. "Then we can put them on the block
and-  "
	
"There is plenty of time for that, " Lauren said. "The purpose of this
meeting was to meet you face to face and see exactly with whom
we are dealing. Now that I have met you . . . and very much
approve, " Lauren added, grinning slyly, "I will arrange a meeting
between you and my employer to discuss the final details of the
transaction."
	
Prue nodded cordially. The arrangement *was* rather unusual, but
she had instructions from her own employer to be accommodating .
. . and she did enjoy the company. Still, there was something
off-kilter about the whole thing though she couldn't put her finger
on what that was.
	
"Well, " Prue said, "on behalf of Buckland auction house I'm here
to help you in any way I can."
	
Lauren smiled. "Mmmm . . . how delightful."
	
Their dinner arrived in the nick of time and Prue luxuriated in the
culinary delights. Even Piper would have been impressed! Halfway
through dinner Lauren ordered a second bottle of wine and the two
of the chatted amicably about the benefits of living in San Francisco
versus living in Sacramento, music, the arts, classic literature.
Lauren proved to be a well-read, aristocratic woman with
considerable class. Prue found herself drawn more and more to this
woman she had just met, thoroughly enchanted by Lauren's voice . .
. smile . . . eyes . . . and, as the evening progressed and the wine
disappeared, Lauren's body. The other woman's dress allowed her a
tantalizing glimpse of cleavage and her gaze drifted to the other
woman's breasts more than once during their meal. As the evening
wore one, she wondered more and more how those breasts would
feel in her hands
	
Prue checked her watch and was shocked to learn how late it was.
Between the hour and the amount of wine she'd had there was no
way she could possibly drive back to San Francisco. She said as
much and Lauren smiled reassuringly.
	
"I'm staying here at the hotel, " Lauren told her. "I'll fix us a
nightcap and you can call the front desk and see about getting a
room for the night."
	
"Sounds like a plan, " Prue said. She pushed herself up from the
table and followed Lauren to the elevator, glancing down more than
once to ogle the other woman's shapely bottom. The dress Lauren
wore was more like a second skin, showing off every curve of the
woman's body from nicely rounded hips to wonderfully plump
breasts. Prue noticed more than a few heads turning in their
direction as Lauren breezed through the lobby to the elevators. The
blonde tossed her an over the shoulder smile then pressed the up
button, standing so close to her now that their bodies were
practically touching. Prue swallowed hard, feeling the wine and
Lauren's perfume going right to her head. She was actually grateful
when a man wearing an Armani suit walked up and waited with
them. 
	
The elevator arrived with a soft ping and the three of them climbed
in. Prue watched the man press the button for the third floor then
step aside to let Lauren push the button for the ninth floor. She felt
suffocated. The elevator seemed unbearably warm and the air was
so thick with sexual tension it was impossible to breathe. Her
nerves were tattered, her head spinning, and when the car stopped
and the doors opened to the third floor Prue nearly bolted . . .
gasping for breath . . . ready to leave and never look back. The man
hurried off to his room and the doors closed behind him. He was no
sooner gone and the elevator on its way when Prue found herself
pinned against the back wall, Lauren's mouth hungrily devouring
her own. The other woman's tongue thrust hotly into her mouth and
Prue grunted under the strain, cradling Lauren's head tightly in her
arms as the woman's lips met hers in a blazing, desperate kiss.
Hands moved over her body at a furious pace, fondling her breasts
for a few glorious moments before moving lower . . . much lower,
sliding under her skirt. Fingers pressed into her slit through the
damp front of her panties, furiously rubbing her pussy lips. Prue
hooked her leg around Lauren's thigh and felt herself being lifted up
slightly as the other woman's fingers busily played with her cunt. 
	
"I don't think you'll be needing your own room, " Lauren whispered
huskily into her ear.
	
"No . . . I don't think . . . Oh God!" Prue whimpered pitifully as
Lauren's fingers found her erect clit and massaged it through her
soaked panties. Her skin felt like it was being pricked by a million
little pins. Then the woman's other hand covered her breast,
squeezing it, the combination sending ripples of pleasure through
her body.
	
Lauren laughed, voice barely above a whisper. "I just couldn't wait
to get my hands on you . . . it's all I thought about through dinner.
Kissing you . . . holding you . . . fucking you. I pretended each sip
of wine was a drink from your pussy. I want you, Prue. Do you
want me?"
	
"Yes . . . " Prue breathed. There could be no other answer. Not
now. Not with Lauren's fingers rubbing her cunt. The hunger within
burned a hole in her belly, making her desperate with need. "Yes . .
. I want you."
	
The elevator jerked to a stop. Lauren gave her nipple a playful
tweak then pulled away just before the doors opened, leaving her
sweaty and panting for breath in an elevator that smelled strongly of
sex. Prue smoothed out her rumpled blouse and tugged her skirt
back into place before following the blonde down the carpeted
hallway to the suite at the end. Her legs felt weak. Her pussy
throbbed excitedly. There was no way Lauren could get the door
opened fast enough. 
	
Prue admired the posh hotel suite for the few moments it took
Lauren to lock the door then found herself in the other woman's
arms again, the hands racing frantically over her body continuing
what had been started in the elevator. Her legs turned to rubber
underneath her as Lauren's hands slipped under the back of her skirt
and clutched her ass, squeezing the firm rounds of her cheeks. 
	
"Lauren . . . " Prue sighed impatiently. 
	
"Mmmm . . . I'm going to eat you alive, " Lauren sighed. 
	
"No . . . Lauren . . . I had a little too much wine. I need to use the
bathroom."
	
Lauren ground a thigh into her crotch until she whimpered then
released her from that iron grip as if proclaiming victory. "Hurry
back, lover. I wouldn't want to start without you."
	
Prue stared intently into Lauren's eyes as she reached down
between the other woman's long, muscular legs to squeeze the
damp mound she discovered there. "Don't you dare. I'll be back in a
minute." She held Lauren's warm pussy in her hand for a long
moment, the feel of it making her heart pound wildly. It took all the
effort she could muster to pull away. 
	
"I'll be waiting, " Lauren said.
	
Prue slipped into the bathroom and closed the door, relieving the
urgent need that had brought her there. She considered her
appearance in the mirror, cheeks flushed  dark red, hair disheveled.
It was the reflection of a woman deeply aroused. The image excited
her. She ran cold water from the faucet and splashed it on her face .
. . and a few other select places, freshening herself up for what she
expected would be a long, pleasurable night ahead. Giving her
reflection one final look, Prue headed out of the bathroom. The
sight that greeted her made her pussy twitch excitedly.
	
The lights had been dimmed giving the room a cozy, romantic feel,
but it was  seeing Lauren sprawled across the bed, completely
naked, a hand lazily fingering the swollen folds of a hairless and
very wet cunt that had Prue's undivided attention. She sucked in a
sharp breath and released it slowly. The woman was exquisite,
well-toned body curved in all the right places. The dress had not
done that body justice. Lauren had perfectly shaped breasts capped
with erect nipples that just begged to be sucked, and muscular
thighs that Prue could easily see wrapped around her head as she
lapped hungrily at the other woman's pussy. Lauren caught her
appraising stare and smiled at her. 
	
"One of us is overdressed for the occasion, " Lauren said. "Fix
that."
	
Prue stepped out of her shoes then slowly did undid the buttons of
her blouse, shrugging it off her shoulders so Lauren could see her
bra-covered breasts. Her new lover murmured in quiet approval,
hands making tiny circles around that shaved pussy as Prue reached
back and unhooked her bra. It fell to the floor, baring her breasts to
the other woman's hungry eyes. The look of sheer desire in the
other woman's gaze almost knocked her to the floor where her bra
had landed a moment before. She unfastened her skirt and let it
pool around her feet, leaving her with nothing on but her soaking
wet panties. Lauren's eyes went wide in anticipation as Prue slowly
pushed those panties down over her hips to reveal her dark bush.
The other woman's smile turned wolfish.
	
"How beautiful you are, " Lauren said. "Come here you sweet
thing, you."
	
Prue nodded in compliance. She crawled into bed, snuggling into
Lauren's waiting arms. The feel of other woman's warm, naked
flesh pressed tightly against her set off tiny explosive charges in her
body . . . flashes of heat, stinging pleasantly, making her sweat with
anxious need. Hands moved over her body, caressing her, tracing
her own curves. Prue wedged her knee between Lauren's thighs,
feeling the wetness there . . . feeling it against her bare skin. Their
bodies moved to a steadily increasing rhythm, hips rocking back
and forth as mouths fed on one another . . . slowly . . . sensuously.
Prue covered Lauren's body with her own, liking the feel of that
sweaty flesh underneath her as Lauren writhed in delight. She
slowly moved her mouth down Lauren's neck, across a slim
shoulder and back again. The other woman's skin was sweet, like
orange blossom, and just a little bit salty. It was a delicious
combination and she couldn't get enough. Her nibbling kisses
moved further down, over Lauren's breast to tease a nipple with
rapid flicks of her tongue. 
	
"Oh . . . yes, " Lauren sighed. Fingers raked through her hair,
clutching her against a heaving bosom. "Suck me . . . suck me
hard."
	
Prue took a nipple between her teeth and bit down gently, just a
nip, and her lover cried out for more. She moved from one breast to
the other, sucking them . . . licking them . . . feasting on the
succulent mounds. The nipples grew even harder in her mouth,
becoming rubbery like stubby erasers, and she suckled them
lovingly while her tongue circled the very tip. Lauren whimpered. 
	
"Prue . . . Prue . . . that's it, baby. Yes . . . just like that. So good . .
. so good . . ."
	
Prue moved up to lavish Lauren's throat with hungry,
opened-mouth kisses, pressing her lips to that smooth flesh. She
wanted to explore every exposed inch of the other woman's body,
savor it . . . memorize it. Her lover had other plans. Lauren rolled
them both over and Prue found herself staring up into dark eyes
filled with longing. The look that flickered over the other woman's
face made her shudder. Lips found hers and kissed her deeply as
urgent hands moved down her body. Lauren covered her face with
kisses . . . her eyes . . . her nose . . . her chin  . . . nothing was
denied the touch of those sweet lips. She moaned softly, her need
growing, and Lauren captured her mouth again, sliding a hot
tongue over her own. 
	
"Lauren, " Prue muttered between kisses. "You're driving me
crazy!"
	
"That's the idea, " Lauren laughed. The other woman began kissing
a lazy trail down her body, moving across her throat to lick
playfully in the valley between her breasts. Prue groaned
impatiently. Her new lover seemed intent on torturing her and the
agony was delicious. Lauren circled her breasts with long strokes of
that glorious tongue before lips closed around her nipple and
sucked it. 
	
"Oh! Yes!" Prue cried out sharply, arching off the bed as Lauren
sucked her teats with a voracious hunger. The woman moved
quickly from one to the other then pushed them together to suck
both nipples at once. Prue rolled her head lazily from side to side,
reveling in the sensations that washed over her as Lauren kissed and
fondled her breasts. Her lover was a delight . . . as she knew Lauren
would be . . . and she gave herself to the other woman's caresses . .
. surrendering to the pleasure that flooded her being.
	
Lauren began the long trip down her body, the kisses that had so
delighted her breasts now moving across her belly. Each touch of
those soft, wet lips sent flames of desire blazing across her flesh,
her body a scorched shell of its former self as Lauren inched closer
to the very different kind of heat between her legs . . . the wet heat
that became the focal point of all that was Prudence Halliwell. She
spread her thighs wide and Lauren settled between them, covering
her slit with loving kisses. 
	
"Lauren . . . Lauren . . . " Prue muttered the name over and over,
that single word drooling from her lips as Lauren's tongue gently
slipped between her silken folds, probing the depths of her hot, wet
cunt. Her new lover teased the walls of her clenching pussy,
stroking her to the brink of climax then yanking her back from the
precipice before she could tumble into the bliss that beckoned her.
Each time she neared orgasm was more intense than the one before
and Prue thought for sure her body would explode under the
pressure. Her clit felt as if it had swelled to three times its size,
pulsing to a manic beat as Lauren's tongue wiggled inside her
without so much as teasing the hardened nub. Prue reached down,
desperate to relieve the throbbing ache, but Lauren batted her hand
aside before she could touch her clit. 
	
"Mine, " Lauren growled. 
	
Prue whimpered piteously, begging her lover to acknowledge the
center of her passion. But Lauren continued to play with her, taking
her up and down with maddeningly slow strokes of that wicked
tongue. She felt like a yo-yo wrapped around Lauren's finger . . .
spinning . . . forever spinning, not going anywhere, just dangling
helplessly in midair. Her gut wrenching moans filled the room, deep
and resonant, and just when Prue didn't think she could tolerate
another moment of agony Lauren's mouth descended on her aching
clitoris and sucked it with ravenous hunger. The orgasm rushed
through her in a massive, violent, almost painful surge. Prue howled
in ecstasy, her entire body arching off the bed as Lauren sucked her
clit with all the vigor of a child trying to drink a milkshake through
a plastic straw. Her toes curled in protest as Lauren sucked her to
one racking climax after another, leaving her gasping for breath
long after the last ripple of pleasure fizzled away.
	
"Oh . . . God, " Prue sighed. 
	
Lauren laughed, nibbling playfully at her belly. The kisses became
more incessant, moving across her midriff then up to nip her breast.
Prue looked down to find Lauren staring up at her, smiling
wickedly through a mouthful of nipple. She grabbed the other
woman's shoulders and pulled Lauren on top of her, soundly kissing
that lush mouth as their legs intertwined. Her hands moved
effortlessly up and down Lauren's back in long strokes, massaging
the sinewy muscles. Lauren arched back, offering her a breast. Prue
wasted no time taking the nipple into her mouth, sucking it ardently
as Lauren rubbed against her. 
	
"Yes, Prue . . . take me now, " Lauren whispered. Her lover
crawled forward to straddle her face, planting muscular thighs on
either side of her head. Prue looked up and trembled excitedly as
she took in the heavenly sight that was Lauren's hairless pussy. The
soft, pink folds glistened with honey and her lover's clit was
extended, just begging to be sucked. She clutched the other
woman's ass and pulled that hot, juicy cunt onto her mouth,
burrowing her tongue deep in Lauren's desire. Her lover bucked
against her, humping her face, thrusting that wet heat onto her
mouth. The woman was delicious and Prue lost herself in the
spicy-sweet taste of Lauren's cunt. Her appetite for the woman's
pussy could never be sated. The heat of Lauren's sex completely
enveloped her face and Prue thought she would suffocate, the
prospect of dying with her face in Lauren's cunt not entirely
unpleasant. She swirled her tongue between the puffy red
netherlips, hands clawing at Lauren's ass, holding the other woman
tight against her. Her tongue grazed a particularly sensitive spot
and Lauren cried out, bouncing excitedly on her face, riding her.
Prue worked the delicate area with long, hard strokes of her
tongue, licking faster and faster to keep up with her lover's frantic
pace.
	
"Yes! Yes! That's it, baby. Lick me . . . do it  . . . make me come all
over that pretty little face."
	
Prue circled Lauren's clit with her tongue then took the protruding
shaft into her mouth and sucked it. Her lover shrieked, a
high-pitched caterwaul loud enough to wake the dead, and Prue
found herself drowning in the other woman's pleasure . . . the sticky
syrup dribbling down her chin as Lauren came. The other woman's
pussy clenched excitedly around her face, muscles contracting in
the throes of a heaving orgasm. It was all Prue could do to keep up
with the flow of sweet juices that poured over her, licking and
sucking up every drop until Lauren flopped down beside her with
an exhausted sigh. She held the other woman's trembling body in
her arms, lazily stroking the round of Lauren's bottom.
	
"You feel nice, " Prue murmured.
	
Lauren kissed her breast. "So do you. The moment I laid eyes on
you I knew you'd be a wonderful lover. There's just something
about you that I find . . . exhilarating." The woman looked up at
her, eyes alight with mischief. Prue's breath caught in her throat.
Lauren was so beautiful . . . so sensual . . . so damned sexy. It made
her insides flutter. The other woman's lips touched hers in a gentle
kiss that quickly blossomed into something much deeper . . . more
passionate, their tongues waging a furious battle. Prue felt her arms
being lifted above her head and before she knew it Lauren was tying
her wrist to the headboard with a blood red handkerchief.
	
"What are you doing?" Prue gasped.
	
"Shhh . . . just relax."
	
"But- "
	
"You'll love it, " Lauren said, in a tone that brooked no argument.
The uneasy feeling that came over Prue vanished in a haze of
passion as Lauren's naked body slid over hers to secure her other
wrist to the headboard. Her lover pulled back, a wicked smile
tugging at the corners of that lush mouth. Prue tested the bonds
that restrained her and found them secure. Even with her powers
there was no way she could get free of them on her own. The
sudden feeling of helplessness frightened her . . . and excited her.
Her lover ran the tip of a wayward finger down her chest, making
lazy circles around her nipple. Prue sighed. 
	
"Does that feel good, hmmm?" Lauren purred. 
	
"Yes . . . " Prue sighed. "Yes . . . " Lauren's finger moved lower
still, tracing the shape of her outer lips. She fought the restraints
around her wrists, arching off the bed as the other woman's finger
teased her cunt. Her new lover drew figure-eights against her slit,
stroking her lightly without going inside. It was driving her crazy!
Lauren's finger moved up and down the length of her cleft,
massaging her cuntlips. 
	
"Do you want me inside you?"
	
"Please . . . please yes . . . " Prue breathed in short, ragged gasps,
chest rising and falling to an increasing rhythm as her lover rubbed
harder . . . faster . . . the pads of two fingers pressing into her slit . .
. teasing her cruelly . . . and then Lauren was inside her, pumping in
and our of her cunt at a rapid pace. Prue bucked against the fingers
thrusting into her, pulling on the handkerchiefs that immobilized her
hands, twisting . . . struggling. It was no use. The sudden pressure
in her belly threatened to burst like an over-inflated balloon and she
thrashed about wildly as Lauren pushed her closer and closer to
orgasm, not easing up this time, not letting it build up slowly but
instead bringing her to a fast and furious climax that ripped through
her pulsing cunt like an erupting geyser. Prue screamed her release,
heaving forward as far as the restraints would allow before sagging
back against the mattress with an incredulous gasp, her body now
entirely drained of energy. Lauren snuggled against her, one arm
draped over her belly, head resting tiredly on her chest.
	
"I wish I could be with you like this forever, " Lauren muttered
sleepily. 
	
"Mmm . . . I don't think my arms could take it, " Prue laughed.
"You'd better untie me before they fall off." Lauren made no move
to do so, nuzzling her breast lovingly. The moments dragged on
and Prue's initial amusement turned sour. "Lauren . . . I'm serious. I
can't stay tied up all night. Let me go."
	
"I can't, " Lauren whispered.
	
"Lauren!" Prue yelled. "This isn't funny. Untie me, damn it!" 
	
"I'm sorry."
	
Prue swallowed the lump of anxiety that formed in the back of her
throat and tried to focus. Her screams would fall on deaf ears,
dismissed as cries of passion after all that had gone on so far. There
had to be a way to use her powers to get out of this! She closed
her, deep in concentration, trying to harness the spiritual energy
within and finding only emptiness where her powers once existed. 
	
The room suddenly grew cold and a shadow fell over her. Prue
found her gaze drifting upwards and she gasped at what she saw
above her. In the middle of the ceiling a dark, ominous shadow was
contorting into various shapes before spreading out to form the
silhouette of a woman.
	
"What the hell is that?"
	
"My employer, " Lauren said.

To be continued . . .


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