Davin Dupri is a Haitian man born with the gift of incredible power the is spirituality based allowing him to both communicate with "the Loa", divine spirits that he can outsource additional power from as well as any other spirits, and, tap into the vast magical realm to cast powerful spells through his use of Voodu. Because of his creativity and in-depth access to the spirit realm, Davin Dupri is a true master of his craft and is a "favored one" that is allowed to walk between death and life with his craft. In the mortal realm, he is an entrepreneur who travels the world and lives what is viewed as an ideal lifestyle, but in the sirit realm he is something of a "divine contractor" that assits the Loa with situations that can use a special set of skills. A fighter, a flirt, and a fierce spellcaster, Davin Dupri is a true master of a lesser known and understood world of magic.
Once they were outside of the venue, she glanced at the parked bike he pointed out. She smiled to see that they had something in common and was eager to go riding with him. But at the moment there was another pressing matter that needed their attention.
Her head tilted slightly, her lips curving into a grin with his question. "Lead the way," she replied, curious to know what he intended. Her hand tightened on his bicep, partially due to it being nicely toned and partially as a possessive act for his full attention in that moment. Her eyes noticed the others around them sizing him up and she was quick to portray her dominance to deter them.
Her brown eyes looked up into his, her free hand moving to rest on his chest. "I'm ready when you are," she said softly so that only he could hear. Her smile reciprocating her desire to be alone with him to get better acquainted.
His smooth comment brought a smile to her lips, her hand
gesturing to the waiter to fetch the drinks.
The staff quickly scurried off, knowing not to keep her waiting. Her eyes looked over his enticing form, a
pleased sparkle shining in them. She may have stared at his endowment a little
to long, but his greeting quickly demanded her attention.
“Davin,” she repeated, noticing his firm hand shake, but
also the softness of his hand. “It is
very nice to meet you, also,” she replied.
Something was different about him, but she couldn’t put her finger on
it. The waiter suddenly set the drinks in front of them and she quickly waved
him off without a word.
She picked up her drink, raising it to her lips to take a
sip as an excuse to just glance at him a moment. His eyes seemed to be holding a secret, but
she just wasn’t sure what it was. His
conversation was certainly pleasing with the sound of his voice and the well
placed compliments.
Rising from her chair, she tossed a $100 bill onto the table
for the drinks. “I would love to go
somewhere else with you,” was the quick reply, “Did you have something in mind?”
Moving closer to him, she took his arm so that he could lead the way. “By the way, did you drive here?”
Another drink appeared before her, the empty glass disappearing
without a word from the server. Her dark
eyes continued to scan the crowd that was quickly becoming drunk while lifting
the glass to her lips. It was seeming to turn into a typical boring night with
only stumbling drunks as entertainment.
She wasn’t in the mood for such so she drank her drink with one last
swallow so that she could leave.
But then she noticed someone moving in her direction. She watched him get closer to her table,
wondering who he was. He looked like
just any human, but he moved with confidence that intrigued her. She leaned back in her chair, deciding to let
this play out. Her hand lifted for the
waiter to approach, but she didn’t speak to him just yet.
Her eyes gazed over his physique before resting on his face
with a smile at his question. “Please
have a seat,” she said with an inviting gesture of her hand. “What are you drinking?”she added with all of
her succubus charm. His confidence
seemed to suggest that he knew she was not just any woman.
“I am Fatema,”she offered while extending her hand. Her eyes sparkled as she visioned him in her
mind without the jacket. Hints of toned
muscles laying beneath the tshirt tempted her senses. “Do you come here often. I don’t remember seeing
you before?”
Her body stretched between the sleek satin sheets, one shapely leg sliding from beneath the top covering. Eyelids fluttered, finally opening to view the morning light softly splashing the room. One petite hand lifted to rub her eyes, a groan of annoyance whispering over her full lips. The sunlight brightened, gently coaxing her to arise.
Rising to sit on the edge of the bed, the sheet softly cascaded over her naked curves to settle about her hips. Committed to beginning her day, she rose to her feet, the edge of the sheet falling to the floor. Her toes sunk into the lush carpeting, bare feet walking across it to her bathroom. Long curls tumbled down her back, full hips gracefully swaying with each step.
Once in the bathroom, her feet padded across the cold tile to the shower. A turn of the knob quickly shot hot water downward, steam rolling over the room despite the exhaust fan trying to suck it out. Sharp droplets of water massaged her skin, coaxing her into the new day. The scent of jasmine hit her nose as she poured some shampoo into her hand and began lathering her hair.
Streams of soapy water ran downward over her feminine curves, gracefully rolling into the drain on the floor, her fingers running through her hair to rinse the shampoo clear. Grabbing the bottle of shower gel, she squeezed a generous amount of the fragrant liquid into her hand, working a lather before gliding it over her skin. The palm of her hand brushed over her breasts, rising the peaks of sensitivity before smoothing over the rest of her soft skin. Bubbles gathered at the drain by her feet, finally disappearing with the steady stream of water.
After rinsing the soap from her skin, she shut the water off and opened the door. Grabbing a lush Egyptian cotton towel, she began to dry the water from her wet form starting with her hair and moving downward. The soft material rubbed over her wet skin, leaving it dry to the touch. She then applied a lightly scented lotion to her body, softly caressing it over her curves before wrapping the towel about herself.
Looking into the mirror, she pulled a brush through her thick wet hair. Wet curls flowed over her shoulders, drying slowly in the warm room. Light makeup was next applied to her face, accenting her features to enhance her demonic beauty. Stepping back, she looked herself over in the mirror, happy with the reflection. Turning, she left the bathroom back to her room, opening her large walk in closet.
First she chose a short black skirt that accented her long shapely legs, pulling it up over her generous hips to button at her smaller waist. A black lacy thong followed, since she most usually rode her bike for transportation. Next she pulled a sleek black tank top over her head, pulling her drying hair from its confines and adjusting it over her chest. Black stiletto heels and thigh high stockings completed the ensemble, finished off by a pair of diamond hoop earrings.
She then grabbed a black leather jacket and her small backpack style leather bag, picking up her cell phone on her way out of the room. As she walked down the hall, she answered a couple texts and listened to her voice mail before calling the store to let them know she was taking a day off. Her secretary gave her a few updates on some things they were working on, briefly filling her in. She passed through the kitchen, grabbing an apple on her way to the massive parking garage.
Her black Hayabusa motorcycle sat in it's place, ready for her when needed. She put on her jacket and bag, taking the last few bites of the apple before tossing it into the trash. One leg gracefully swung over the seat, her hand turning the key to start the motor. The engine instantly purred between her thighs, her hand twisting the accelerator at the same time as her foot pushed up the kickstand. In no time she was onto the street, gaining speed to her destination.
Weaving through the morning traffic, she squeezed her bike through tight spaces, never stopping to wait. A honk from a car earned the driver a quick flip of her long slender middle finger before she was a black streak in their view. Her hair blew in the wind behind her, her short skirt riding high on her thighs. The bright lights of the club were up ahead, coaxing her to take the next exit.
Pulling up into the front, she passed her keys to the valet and swung her leg over her bike. In the process, someone close by may have been able to get an eyeful if they were paying attention. Her heels clicked against the concrete as she walked up to the front doors which were opened for her immediately. She was a regular to this particular club and was shown to her table on an upper level that looked over the dance floor.
Immediately after she sat down, a drink was placed in front of her. Her eyes scanned the crowd in the club, looking for something of interest or someone she knew. Her hand swirled the drink idly, the loud music and scent of lust in the club peaking her interest.
