SISSY DARK TALES

Book 3

TAMARA’S BABY

Part 1:

Tamara Wilson, was a 20 year old girl. She had long red hair and cat green eyes. Which was very striking and alluring for a girl of her age. She had long slender arms and legs and had the figure of a Princess, with a curvaceous figure to die for.

She was at a pub/inn. The Pink Lady, it was an unusual pub name for sure and it was not as most people feared upon entering the place, a Pub for Gay People. Surprisingly it was just like any other pub with art work of a lady wearing a stunning pink modern day style off the shoulder cocktail dress, from which the Pub got its name from and all of the art work had been done by the owner of the Pub.

Miss Lucinda Hawthorn, the pub was isolated by countryside, lots of hills in the far distance, a lone country road, the only one to and from the pub itself.

Tamara was a model, with looks like hers, it was not really all that much of a surprise when people kept on telling her that she looks like a cat walk super model, she tells them she actually really is one and there is no surprise and no real reason why no one disbelieved her.

 She had did not drink far too heavily, as he had come by car and did not want to be going back home trying to drive a car while being far too drunk. Though this did not stop a few guys from trying to get her drunk she quickly caught onto what they were trying to do and once reported of the fact to her lady herself, Lucinda, she had the men escorted off the property by her two most lowly beak cake type male bouncers.

“Thank you Lucinda.” Remarked Tamara who had a lovely soft and sexy voice.  “No problem and it was a pleasure to meet you Tamara.” Replied Lucinda, who’s voice was near sexy also too. Tamara smiled at her. “Thank you and same to you also. I will definitely visit this place, next time I pass through.”

“I had a feeling that you was not local. I know everyone from the village.”

“Yeah, as the saying goes, I am out of town. I’m from London.”

“Wow! You’re a long way from home, being here out in the far reaches of the Yorkshire Moors.  Do you have a place to stay, if you not mind me asking?”

Asked Lucinda who seemed concerned. “Oh not to worry, I do. I’m staying at the Fenris Bane Hotel, just a mile from here. I came by care, so it won’t take far too long for me to get there. If I had known this place was an Inn too, I would have booked my stay here. So sorry about that.”

Lucinda gave Tamara a warm smile. “Oh, that’s okay. Since you’re not a local girl, there was no way you could have known. I have plenty of spare rooms, very few people come to stay here, but the place has always been an inn, so I keep it as one regardless.”

Tamara gave a warm smile back at Lucinda. “Good for you Lucinda. Anyway, I had better be getting back, before that fog passes over and into a nice warm bed. May you continue to get and receive many more, happy customers from a far.”

Lucinda came over and gave a Tamara a hug, she accepted the kind gesture and then she left the pub, got into her hot red Lamborghini GTX-I Limited Edition Speedster and drove off, but being careful not to go far too fast on the country roads, as there was no barriers, one false turn and she would go spinning off down the hills, tumbling to her death, and that would be right before the car exploding afterword.

The fog was rolling in from the north, it would pass her way. But by then she will be already at the hotel, getting ahead of the fog, before it passes over the countryside road. The lights of the hotel in the distance came into view as Tamara drove along at half the cruising speed of her speedster.

The lights were a warm welcoming sight to see, there not all that far left to go. But all of a sudden, Tara hit the brakes hard. “Sweet Mother of Mary!!!” Tamara shrieked in complete shock and surprise. It was more shock than anything else, as that fog was suddenly upon her and all around her. “This can’t be possible!!!”

Tamara immediately switched on the car’s powerful front headlights and the rear lights. But to no avail, she could not see much around her, the fog had come as a thin grey mist, then quickly thickened then it oddly changed from grey to an orange like tinge that eventually turned into an odd and eerie looking pink glow that completely surrounded her and the car itself.

Tamara tried to get out of the car to see if she could see beyond the fog. But the drivers car door would not open and somehow, as impossible it seemed, the pink glowing fog began to seep through and into the car, there was a high pitched shrill and then… Silence…

TO BE CONTINUED…