The Poetry Reading

The promise of an N-some is still too tempting. You place your own hand on top of Rasna's at your elbow and offers Nilaya an apologetic smile and some vague excuse that your calendar is already full.
The young woman pouts ever so prettily, but any regret you might feel is quickly blown away by the sheer intensity of Rasna's look. She quickly leans in to place a quick peck on her daughters cheek, which the sullen teenager fails to dodge, then Rasna laughs and leads you out from the shop.

The town is still as picturesque as when you arrived, yet on the short walk down to the end of the street where Rasna seems to have parked, you notice something strange. As much as the town had seemed completely ordinary upon arrival, there had still been an unnerving feeling - like unseen eyes were watching you hungrily. You had convinced yourself that it was your mind playing tricks; a dissonance between the insane stories you had heard/read and the completely innocuous façade presented. Yet now, as you walk there out in the open arm in arm with Rasna; more convinced that ever that the stories you've heard are true, the eerie sense of danger is completely gone. You feel safe.
It takes you a second to realize, that it's because you're with Rasna. It is an alien thought to you, but maybe a man walking alone is uniquely **** in this town.

The gorgeous Indian leads you to a small blue toyota. As if to further confuse you, Rasna very chivalrously hold the door open for you, as you perplexed slide into a car that smells like mint and something.. unidentifiable. She herself gets in the driver seat, and after shooting you a reassuring look - that's actually somewhat effective - she starts driving.

The trip takes you out of Spurting Spent's town center, to where the houses are more sparsely scattered among the verdant English countryside. The trip likely takes 15 minutes at most and Rasna barely talks to you on the way - only pointing out the library as you drive past it. The rest of the way, she seems content hum an exotic melody to herself, occasionally shooting you a loaded gaze. Eventually you drive into the large driveway of a gorgeous house. From the size of it, they seem at least decently well off, but it can be difficult to judge real estate prices this far in the countryside. Rasna goes to open her car door, but as you move to do the same she lays her hand on your thigh.

"Just wait here." She says and once again that provocative glint is back in her eye. It seems like she enjoys unsettling you by completely flipping the gender roles on you, but since it seems harmless you decide to play along. As Rasna opens your door for you, she even goes so far as to offer you her hand. Still slightly weirded out by the whole experience, you still take it. After you've gotten out, her fingers weave into yours and you walk hand in hand towards the front door.

Rasna rings the doorbell and it only takes a few moments before the door is opened and you're face to face with a very pretty woman. She is on the shorter side, with a dirty blond pixie cut. Her face is round and her red lips are pouty, which gives her a cute, younger appearance. If the hint of wrinkles around the edges of her face didn't give it away her age, her absolutely stacked body does. She has a frankly impressive pair of breast that have obviously been implanted and almost seem to hold up her light summer dress by themselves. She has the curves of a fairly fit taller woman compressed to a 5'3" figure - an absolute shortstack. In contrast to her erotic body, her expression seems almost innocent - eyes wide with delight, a wide smile.

"Rasna!" She exclaim in a high, bouncy voice, "You didn't say you would be bringing a guest.." She turns to you, giving you the old elevator look you've started to become accustomed to in this town, "..And such an absolute cutie too!"

"Call it a surprise gift.." Rasna laughs and they go to kiss each others cheeks, but the short blonde's gaze never leaves you.

"So I'm your host for the evening. My name is Althea Tyler, darling." She says and before you've had time to register it, she gone in and placed a big, sloppy kiss on your cheek, "..but you can call me Mrs. Tyler.."

Mrs. Tyler doesn't take a step back after greeting you though, rather she leans forward until her curvy body is flat against yours and she commands your attention with a weirdly intense look: "..or maybe.. You can call me Mommy, if you'd like."

You get the feeling that she's the one who would like that, but question is whether you're comfortable with that title.