Author's Note: My stories often have an element of surprise, which I do not want to spoil. So, I will not provide specific content advisories at the top of every story. If you are offended by any of the following categories which feature prominently in my stories, you would be better off reading something else: NonConsent/Reluctance, BDSM, Incest/Taboo, Gay Male, Lesbian Sex, Anal, Exhibitionist & Voyeur, NonHuman, and First Time. The story tags will always accurately reflect the contents of the specific story.
All characters engaged in or witnessing sexual activity are at least 18-years of age.
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My feelings on the subject and my feelings for her were so strong. I had to tell her the truth.
"Maddie, you know it is all fake, all lies, right? She tells you what you want to hear, so she can get more of your money. The costume, the lights, and every word that comes out of her mouth is all fake. I hate fortune tellers. I don't know why I agreed to come with you."
Well, that last part was a lie. I knew why I had come.
We sat in the waiting room, which was actually just a living room in a typical suburban home. -- Perhaps some day we will resolve the mystery of why a person who claims to be psychic would live in such average conditions. -- In any case, this living room was purposely darkened and strewn with various objects, crystals, candles, and scents carefully selected to manufacture a sense of sincerity. But for some reason, my girlfriend, Maddie, was into all of this crap.
When Madam Rosa told Maddie to work harder in school, she did it. When she suggested Maddie wear certain clothing, she did. Don't get me wrong, Maddie was smart and she looked great, but now this lady's influence over Maddie's life was going to far.
If I was being honest, there were a couple of reasons I went with her that day. The first was Maddie had been acting so sexy all morning, flirting, kissing, grabbing. I did not know what had gotten into her, but I was not going to mess with a good thing. I had a strange feeling that maybe today would finally be the day we would have sex.
She had even teased, "My man has been such a good boy, I think he deserves a special treat."
Fuck. She could make me hard with the dumbest things.
Sure, it was a little demeaning, like I was a dog and Maddie was going to give me a bone, but she did it in such a sexy way. So, I went along with her. I just hoped the 'special treat' didn't turn out to be getting frozen yogurt afterwards.
The other reason I went with her to see Madam Rosa was something that had been both a fixation and a cause of vexation for me, ever since Maddie first said it a few months ago. We were making out and I tried to put my hand in her pants. She stopped me and said we could only make love after her family had met me and approved of me.
That might have seemed somewhat reasonable, if things had stopped there. But then, Maddie went on to say this is what Madam Rosa had told her. She said Madam Rosa would know when it was time for me to meet Maddie's family. So, this fortune teller was standing between me and Maddie's family and perhaps more importantly, she stood between me and Maddie's pussy.
So, I guess technically there was really only one reason I went with her that day. It was the natural male sex drive, which over time Maddie had fanned into a burning carnal need. I was frankly going a little crazy. In my male mind, it was critical that I make a good impression on Madam Rosa.
Or my balls were going to fall off. One of the two.
Would Madam Rosa sense how much I cared about Maddie? Or would she only discern the white hot need for sex this girl had been stoking in me with long, passionate make-out sessions that went nowhere?
Wait. Who was I kidding? Madam Rosa wasn't really psychic, just a con artist.
But even con artists could be perceptive.
In the waiting room with us was a man, who stood statuelike in front of the curtain to Madam Rosa's 'reading room'. Based on his size, I guessed he had to be a bodyguard, probably to take care of customers who didn't feel inclined to pay for Madam Rosa's lies.
I absentmindedly felt the bulge in the front of my jeans formed by my wallet, thinking over how much cash I had. I did not want to be in any trouble with this guy, if Maddie was unable to pay for her 'session' with Madam Rosa. In a fight, I was sure I would go down hard.
After a while, two boys came in the front door. These two were more my age and my size. I almost snorted from laughing; they were so clearly gay. I was certain I could take them both at once. I looked at Maddie and raised my eyebrows as if to say, "Look at the couple of fags." She simply smiled politely at them and put her hand on my leg, rubbing it to calm me down.
But if she knew how horny she had been making me for the past few months and especially that day, she would have known it was having the opposite effect.
The two sissies were talking to each other in tones that while hushed still managed to be perfectly audible. They sat in dainty poses that displayed their feminine features. So close and touchy-feely with each other. Light caresses and occasional kisses. They made my skin crawl.
After a glance at me, one of them giggled and put his hand on the other's thigh. And just like Maddie was doing to me, he started to rub up and down his lover's leg. His pattern matched hers, almost making it seem like he was rubbing my leg. I stiffened in disgust, but Maddie did not stop.
I remembered the man standing there and felt a little self conscious about the scene he must be witnessing. I didn't want him to think I was getting hard because of the boys. I was not gay like them. But I needn't have worried. A quick glance told me he did not appear to have noticed anything.
Still, I was relieved when the door to the 'reading room' opened from behind the curtain. -- Seriously, what was the point of the damned curtain in front of a door? -- In any case, out walked a crying woman being consoled by Madam Rosa.
I said to Maddie under my breath, "Another happy customer."
To which she replied, equally sarcastically, "Yeah, because she always tells people what they want to hear."
Proving finally that he wasn't actually a statue, the man took over consoling the woman. He didn't seem so tough now. Perhaps he was a big softie, a gentle giant, a teddy bear. Another reminder for me to not judge a book by its cover.
That's when Madam Rosa ushered us into her 'reading room'. The damage had been done with the last woman. Time to give more fake advice. Gotta keep that money flowing. When I entered behind Maddie, I was shocked. The 'reading room' was a bedroom.
Yes, I knew we were in a house. And houses have bedrooms. But in this bedroom, along with a table and chairs at which the 'readings' occurred, this room actually had a bed in it. So, either a weird bedroom or a full-service psychic office.
