Sitting at the bar, staring at my half full glass of straight tequila, I contemplate the day that I have had and the events that led me here. My morning started bad and steadily got worse as the hours ticked by. Normally at the advertising firm where I work, I have my duties and clients well in hand, yet today was a day outside of the norm. Losing three powerful accounts, my latest campaign for a fourth now in shambles, I cheered internally as 5 o’clock finally came around and I was able to limp my way out of the office. So here I find myself, sitting here in my dark power suit, my tie loosened, collar unbuttoned, contemplating the fates that were working against me.
That was until I saw her. I don’t even remember why I looked up; I didn’t even notice her in my peripheral vision. It was almost as if I heard my own name whispered in my ear, the echo of which quickly vanished as I turned towards her and made eye contact. The problems and cares of my day quickly vanished at the sight of her. She had a breathtaking beauty with an air of sophistication and class. Her auburn hair fell free around her shoulders. Her eyes were liquid pools that seemed to draw me in. She wore a black dress that accentuated her curves, that was flirtatious yet elegant. The hem fell to her ankles, but a slit up the side revealed her dark, seamed hose, exposing her long, smooth thigh. Her feet were shod in black oxfords with at least a four inch heel. As I took in her beauty, I noticed the look in her eyes were expectant, as if she were waiting for me to look up. Again, as if hearing my own name calling me, I slowly slid from my stool and walked up to her.
She smiled seductively as I approached, her whole demeanor putting me at ease, lowering my defenses and my fears. After finding my voice, I introduced myself to her and asked if I could join her. I smiled as she agreed and motioned to a nearby booth so that we could have some privacy. She told me her name was Lacey and was taking some time to relax before going to a dinner party with some friends. I offered to buy her a drink and we began to talk. I could not believe my luck after the day that I had, to have gone through so much turmoil and now to be sitting here with a stunning beauty who actually seems interested in me and my life. Lacey would lean in seductively as I spoke, asking questions about me, and my life, what I did with a genuine interest. Soon, I found myself so taken with her and comfortable, I found myself divulging more information than I normally would with someone that I just me. Her voice just seemed to soothe me and lull me into a state of euphoria. She would also play with a pendant around her neck, in an apparently unconscious way. The facets of the crystal would catch the light at times and when it hit my eye, I found myself hesitating for a moment, as if in a sudden daze. Normally that would embarrass me to be distracted so, but Lacey just seemed to calm me and make me feel so comfortable, it didn’t seem to matter.
As our conversation went on, Lacey would play with her crystal more and more. The light would catch my eye more often than not and my hesitations would increase and somehow would be longer and longer. Her voice took on a more seductive and even tone as she spoke, making me more and more relaxed. Soon my surroundings became a blur and Lacey was all that I saw, she was all that I focused on, her and her pendant. Intoxication began to consume me, yet I knew it was not from the alcohol, I had barely touched my drink. As I started to shake my head a bit, her voice became more commanding, her tone soft and smooth as velvet kept my focus away from my physical condition. The lights playing off of her pendant and the power of her voice were causing my head to spin and my mind to cloud up. Then, when it felt as if I were about to fall into a whirlpool, she whispers my name. When I look up, her eyes are deep liquid pools that seem to draw my very soul into her. Her voice echoes inside my head. I can’t pull away from her gaze. I feel like I am falling inside her, her eyes growing larger and larger, or am I getting smaller and smaller, as my sole focus now is her stare. Then suddenly, I find myself in my own bed, violently waking up as is from a dream in a cold sweat. My clothes piled to the side of the bed. Last night is just a blur. Did I dream it? Was Lacey just a figment of an alcohol induced dream?
Shaking my head, I get ready for work. I shower, shave, and get dressed ready to face the challenges that await me at the firm. Yet, all through my commute, I can almost hear her voice, echoing in the back of my mind, a buzz, almost like an insect, telling me that it is there, but not being able to see it. I go through the motions in the morning, checking my messages, getting started on new ideas for my clients, when my phone rings right before lunch. I answer it and a familiar voice slides through the receiver. The smooth velvet of her words already putting me at ease as the world around me fades to darkness. I jump suddenly as I find myself in a cab as it pulls up to a residence in the upper end of the city, a lovely townhouse that hints at well used wealth. In my hands is my briefcase full of files and papers, as if I had taken the rest of the day off to work from home. Again, the buzzing in the back of my mind echoing a conversation with my boss about taking off for the day but quickly it fades into smoke. I pay the driver and step out on the sidewalk, staring up at the home. Without thinking, I walk up the steps and ring the bell as if my body were acting on its own. The door opens slowly as if on its own accord and I enter, again my body moving without my own conscious thought.
As I slowly enter, I hear a sound in the parlor to my right. I follow it and my knees start to get weak. There she is, standing in the middle of the room. It was not a dream, not a figment of my imagination. My voice fails me as I see her standing confidently, an aura of power permeating from her. Black five inch strappy heels cover her feet, her legs encased in smoke colored seamed stockings. Leather mid thigh skirt molding to her hips like a second skin, a matching jacket buttoned around her shoulders and body. Her long hair cascading down her shoulders and framing that same crystal pendant from the night before. The light from the facets catches my eyes and that familiar dizziness returns. “Hello Goddess Lacey,” I stammer out. Goddess Lacey? What was that about? Where did that come from? Yet the statement did not appear to startle you as you smile smoothly and slowly close the distance between us.