Chapter Two

Claudia poured drinks for the other members of the ALSC. Chilled white wine spritzers for Therese and Daphne, iced tea for herself and Annabelle, before remembering her other guest with a small flash of guilt.

"I'm sorry, Dear. Can I get you something to drink… uum…" She floundered for a name.

"Melsa." Supplied the smiling fairy helpfully. "Iced tea would be nice so long as it doesn't have too much sugar in it, thanks."

Claudia's visitor and the guest speaker for today's meeting of the Ladies Social Club sat perched on the edge of an antique footstool eyeing the spread of finger food excitedly. Perched was the right word for it too because the pretty little thing was only four inches tall.

Despite that, Claudia had to grudgingly admit that she was very attractive. All the Fae were, which seemed more than a little unfair. Melsa had shiny verdant green hair that floated around her tiny stunning face like the softest emerald cloud and the slender lithe figure of a miniaturized fashion model. Dressed in a doll-sized cherry red party-dress with a low swooping back to accommodate a pair iridescent dragonfly wings, the radiant little creature was somehow making Claudia feel self-conscious about her own appearance.

"It's sweet tea, Dear." She explained. "I'm afraid it has a fair measure of sugar in it."

"Give her a saucer of milk." Therese said, from where she was critically inspecting a watercress sandwich. "That's what her kind drinks isn't it?"

Claudia gave Therese a troubled frown. The older woman was the closest thing the group had to a member of Atlanta's high society and knew it. Dressed in a trim creamy linen pants-suit despite the warmth of the day, Therese always seemed to be looking down her nose at Claudia and was quick to find faults in others while flagrantly ignoring her own shortcomings.

Not that she had many, not superficially at least. Therese was in good shape for a woman approaching forty. Her lean body kept in shape by a battalion of personal trainers, country club tennis and whatever fad diets were currently in vogue. Her long dark hair and carefully applied makeup always looked professionally touched up and her fingers were perfectly manicured.

But under Therese's deliberately curated exterior was the heart of a shrew.

"No, that's Brownies." Daphne corrected, taking a long sip of her spritzer and reaching for the jug for a refill before pausing thoughtfully. "Melissa is a… what type of Fae did you say you are again, Honey?"

"My name is Melsa and I am a sprite." The small fairy informed them merrily, kicking her tiny bare feet against the stools cushion. "I'm so glad to be invited to your meeting and I'll be happy to answer any questions you big folk have about the Fae."

Claudia knew that, on the surface, the grinning sprite was here to talk to them about the Fae Folk. To ease any tension between the two races and pave the way for a more tolerant, understanding future together. Claudia also knew that Therese had suggested–in no uncertain terms–that today's meeting would look good for the notoriously conservative ALSC and that it wouldn't be held in her palatial uptown home.

Nearly half the club's membership had declined to attend never-the-less. Much to Claudia's embarrassment and Therese's ire.

"Honeysuckle dew then!" Daphne exclaimed, apparently still stuck on the topic of Fae beverage preferences. "Can you buy honeysuckle dew or do you have to milk the flowers yourself?"

Milk the… what? Claudia knew that Daphne wasn't the sharpest knife in the kitchen drawer but sometimes she suspected the busty redhead was more of a trophy wife than an equal in her marriage. She was young and certainly had the figure for it. With a perfect hourglass in her pastel blue dress, belted at her slim waist and smooth legs that went on for a country mile.

Claudia was surprised that she had even come after the gardener fiasco but suspected that Therese may have brow-beaten the beautiful simpleton into attending.

"I'm sure iced tea will be fine." Annabelle said, kindly handing the sprite a shot glass the size of her head filled with the cool amber liquid. "Can we offer you anything to eat, Melsa?"

"Oooh~ I shouldn't. It'll go right to my head." The stunning little woman exclaimed, eagerly accepting the offered drink and taking a long gulp. "But it tastes so sweet and yummy. I can't help myself, thanks!"

"I'm pleased that you like it, dear." Claudia said, taking her seat in a colonial era French lounge. "Why don't you begin by telling us a little about yourself?"

“Well, like I said, my name is Melsa and I’m a forest sprite. Pleased to meet you all.” She said, raising her small glass in a toast before taking another long swallow. “I immigrated to the mortal plane a few years after the Celestial Conjunction because you big folk are so fascinating and human technology is super cool. We only had magic back in the Fae realms.”

“So what do you do here in Atlanta?” Annabelle asked, politely topping up the fairy’s drink and placing a sugar cookie down beside her. The happy sprite all but pounced on it. “Are you studying? I know a lot of the younger Folk come here for an education.”

“Nah, I’m just here for work and to meet people.” Melsa said through a mouthful of crumbs. “I met Therese at the cell phone repair shop where I fix stuff.”

Claudia gave Therese a look. Had the wretched woman really invited some random Fae from the strip mall to a Ladies Social Club meeting? So much for their standards and prestige. This was all turning out to be little more than a stunt to bolster their groups reputation and the snobby socialite hadn’t even stooped to hosting the facade herself.

“The Honkers bar and grill down on Peachtree street is entirely staffed by female Fae now!” Daphne blurted out, causing everyone to stop and look at her in bewilderment. “What? It’s true and only human girls with magically enhanced… endowments have any chance of being hired at their locations nowadays.”

The redhead blushed under the combined stares of everyone and hid her embarrassment behind another glass of spritzer.

“I don’t know what any of that has to do with me…” Melsa began to say, looking about in confusion. She had a crust of icing sugar beginning to form around her tiny lips.

“I’m certain Elsa would agree with all of us when we say that it just highlights the need for more human forward hiring practices and stricter regulation of transmutative magic from our legislators.” Therese cut in smoothly with an arched brow. “Isn’t that where your husband Jack is right now, Claudia? Lobbying in Washington on behalf of Stryker Pharmaceutical?”

It was but Claudia didn’t know why Therese thought it was a good idea to bring Jack up now. This was meant to be light and open discourse about cultural differences, not a political rally.

“I would?” Melsa asked, looking perturbed at the sudden right wing turn in conversation. “And I told you already. My name is Melsa… Melsa.”

“So you’re a forest sprite, Melsa.” Annabelle said in a soothing tone, clearly enunciating her name for the sake of the other women in the room. “What’s that like?”

“Pretty neat actually.” The little emerald-haired beauty said, looking mollified as Claudia topped up her shot glass for the third time. Where was she putting all that food and drink? “We hang out in the forest, tend to the plants and speak with the animals. Squirrels can be massive gossips and will chatter your ear off if you let them.”

“That’s really interesting.” Annabelle said encouragingly.

“Sounds like a bunch of tree-hugging nonsense to me.” Therese muttered, not quite under her breath. “I imagine it includes a lot of… cavorting with nymphs and dryads and the like.”

Melsa was giving the older woman a displeased glare when Daphne felt compelled to sound in again. “Wait, so are forest sprites one of the good Fae or the bad Fae?”

Claudia and Annabelle gave the tipsy redhead an incredulous look as Melsa began to splutter and Therese chuckled darkly.

“Bad Fae?” The indignant sprite was beginning to turn red as her dragonfly wings started to flutter in agitation behind her. The motion caused glowing motes of colorful light to spread out into the air around the diminutive fairy. “If you are referring to the Summer and Winter Courts then we serve neither. My people are untamed and free. We are of the Wild Fae.”

“Feral seems more likely.” Therese stated, turning her head away and sticking her arrogant nose up in the air. “Kindly control your magic, insect. You are in polite company.”

“Polite company?!” Melsa’s wings were buzzing like hummingbirds as she reared unsteadily up to her full four inches in height, nearly spilling her drink.

“Please, everybody. Let’s all remain calm. This isn’t in the spirit of why we are gathered here today.” Annabelle begged, holding her hands out in a placating gesture. “Our conversation has gone a little off track. Let's each take a deep breath and cool our heels for a moment?”

“Yes… Let's." The angry sprite growled with a narrow eyed glare as her glimmering fairy dust settled throughout the parlor.

Ash was masturbating.

There was no nice way to put it. He was jerking the gherkin in his bathroom upstairs and completely unaware of the commotion in his Mother's parlor.

What? Ash was bored and a little worked up. What else was he supposed to do with a bunch of sexy older ladies meeting downstairs and nothing but time on his hands.

His Mother’s MILF club, that’s what Ash liked to call them in his head whenever they came over for morning tea. Acting all prim and proper but performing the lewdest acts in his own lurid fantasies. Even that haughty Therese had a certain appeal to her in a stuck-up bitchy fashion.

Claudia still had Ash's phone but, in truth, he didn't need it. He had a good imagination and memories of flirting with Sigilla, the feel of Aunty Belle's warm hand on his upper thigh and years of growing up in a house being coddled by two gorgeous southern women provided more than enough mental material for a healthy young man to self-gratify.

The only problem was Ash couldn't keep any one fantasy straight in his mind for long enough to really dig into the meat of it.

One moment he was picturing Sigilla in her sheer racing swimsuit (the gorgeous siren had sent him some sizzling hot selfies of herself wearing it along with many, many suggestive emojis), all of her shiny wet, buxom yet athletic body on show and giving him big smoky bedroom eyes.

"Oh, Sigilla…"

Then, just as things were getting good, Ash would flash to an image of his aunt sunning herself in a deckchair by the pool. Clad only in a pale blue string bikini that barely covered her most sensitive parts and left the long smooth lines of her yoga sculpted body and firm high tits out for his ravenous eyes to feast upon. The phenomenal blonde bombshell would be sucking teasingly on a straw from some fruity cocktail and meeting his wandering eyes over darkly tinted sunglasses as her tanned thighs began to slowly part unveiling the treasure hidden between them.

"Oooh, Belle…"

Even as his languorous stroking took on an added ferver, Ash's mind flashed again. Not to a fantasy this time but a memory.

A sinful memory from not too long ago when he had come home early from soccer practice and heard muffled noises coming from his Mother's en-suite bathroom. His father had been away again and the housekeeping staff finished for the day, so Ash had decided to inspect the strange disturbance himself. He had not expected to find his dear conservative Mother in the shower doing… that.

He had poked his head into her bathroom and the concerned inquiry had died on his lips.

Ash’s Mother had been in the shower. Naked and glorious and leaning hard against the tiled wall with water cascading down her supple flesh. The hand not splayed against the wall for support was buried between her firm thighs, twisting and working as her head hung low and muffled gasps echoed in the bathroom acoustics.

She was a gorgeous forbidden sight with her long chocolate hair plastered to the long sleek lines of her back. Her rounded rump and hips had a little of the thickness of middle-age but not much. Just enough to give Ash’s twitching hands something to wish to grab onto. Otherwise she was sleek and glistening under the steaming jets of water, her dripping thighs clenching and relaxing in rhythm to her plunging fingers and soft moans.

He had stood there spellbound for long enough to register that his Mother was not only an object of desire but was a creature of them herself. It was a soul twisting revelation and only made more impactful when he spotted the glint of something sparkling from the flexing cheeks of her magnificent rump. A small glass-capped knob winking at him from where another eye altogether should have been visible.

His Mother Claudia was trimming herself in the shower, moaning like a whore with a plug in her butt. He had almost gasped out loud and given his presence away.

“Oooh~ Mo- Mo-...”

It was an image seared into his brain like a white-hot branding iron and not one Ash actively tried to focus on but sometimes it came back unbidden. In times like this when he was so close to reaching his peak, his hands a blur on his aching shaft and it came with a wash of confusing emotions.

Guilt at having seen the closest woman in his life in such a **** moment. Shame at the surge of burning desire it dragged from his deepest darkest depths. An electrifying thrill at the perverse and taboo nature of that catalytic moment and an insane cock-hardening need to see her like that again.

“Mo-Moooommmph~!” Ash cut off the damning groan by covering his face with a fluffy white bath towel as he unloaded his swollen balls into the vanity sink.

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