"Congratulations Layla!"
Layla looked around the circle to her three best friends toasting her in her new business. A psychic palm and tarot card reading shop. Her dad nearly had a stroke over it. He'd been grooming her as the heir to his company. This psychic business came out of left field. And was partly to blame. She should have told him she wasn't interested in taking over as CEO in the family construction equipment-leasing company.
Besides she couldn't go up to her very black father who was paying her college tuition to tell him she wanted to tell people's fortunes for a living. Layla could only imagine her mother's reaction if her parents were still together and if she cared. It would've been all head rolling, finger pointing and 'you got psychic reading money.'
Thank god for small wonders that her mother's reaction was only slightly the lesser evil. Her dad would've either stop paying for her school or take her to the first reputable psychiatrist he found to talk out whatever issue she had that was clouding her judgement.
Layla mentally rolled her eyes. She loved her father but he had trouble accepting simple explanations. Everything had a deeper motive. A deeper reason.
He would never understand how she'd been drawn to the psychic world ever since she was little. How that connection grew stronger and deeper over the years. They'd been stories, myths on how the Blythe family used to be magic practitioners. Her father used to tell her they were nothing but silly stories to scare children.
So much for silly stories.
"Thank you guys. I'm so glad you're here to support me."
"Of course we would," said Jenna. Tall and lythe, as the shortest one in the group Jenna made Layla feel like she was standing next to a beanstalk. "I'll support you in anything that'll result in clear and balanced chakras."
"Besides, us mystics, paranormals, psychics, freaks, whatever they want to call us, need to stick together." Bea flung her long honey brown locks off her shoulder, poured more champagne to all their classes, raised her glass up high and yelled, "Blessed are the freaks!"
They all repeated the phrase and drank.
Felicite' cleared her throat and quirked a smile at Bea. "You do know that's a quote from Jacob Nordby for writers, creative types right?"
"Pfft," replied Bea as she made her way to Layla's table and sploshed down into the wooden chair. "It could still be used either way. Besides some writers have written prophesied books. Look at Atwood."
Layla's mouth twitched.
"All right fortune teller girl!" Bea crooked her finger and nodded towards the seat across the table in front of her. "Come do your thing and tell me if I'll be getting some any time soon. In fact come foretell if all of us will experience the kind of bliss you'd get with a nice big cock inside you."
"Bea!" Jenna rushed forward and grabbed the champagne bottle out of her hand, putting it outside of her reach while Layla and Felicite' laughed. They followed behind Jenna, placed their glasses on the table and brought extra chairs. "How many of these did you drink?"
"Not enough to make me forget that it's been too damn long that I've had a screaming orgasm. And I don't mean the drink or one given by a phallus substitute."
Layla drank more of the champagne, enjoying the bubbles bursting on her tongue. "What I don't get is why. Don't you hate it when your female customers ask you if there were a tall, dark and handsome man in their future?"
Bea snorted and cocked her brow. "Who said I didn't? Those women are looking for love thinking they can force it to happen if they had the knowledge of when it'll happen. Which is silly because the best kind of love usually happens when you're not looking for it. I," Bea emphasized the word I, "on the other hand want to get good and laid."
Layla nodded in understanding. "Okay let's do it then." She looked between her other two friends. "You guys in?"
"Count me out," said Felicite,' which earned a squinty eye look from Bea. "What? I want to wait and find out about my destined man the normal. With no mystical, magical or psychic help."
"We're not looking for destined mates. But finding a man who could lay the pipe. Besides for someone who's done everything else, finding a man to finally pop your cherry should be okay. There's no rule book that says your destined guy and cherry popper be one and the same."
Felicite' rolled her mink brown eyes and sat back in her chair. "I'm not going to dignify that with an answer. Nothing doing."
"Fine." Bea sighed exasperatedly as Layla and Jenna bit her lips from laughing. It was an ongoing argument between them for years. They both had differing views about sex. Although both ultimately sees sex as a special activity being humans. The oldest sacred act performed by humans. Bea was a mind that there were two purposes for sex. The first and basic was a give and take form of communication to help release toxins. The second and phenomenal was a form of melding two people's spirits reaching two bliss.
So to Bea, waiting out for the second made no sense -especially when every creature on Earth mates in some way- not to do what you were born to do.
Felicite' agreed but was a believer and practitioner of the second. And didn't want mediocre sex, so held out for the kind of sex found in romance books.
"Now that we're one person short, when you're college friend coming?"
Layla shook her head. "She can't tonight. She's working overtime."
"On a Friday night?" Bea scrunched her nose. "Poor thing. That wouldn't have happened if she was her own boss like us."
Layla shrugged then turned to Jenna to find her head bent down at the table scribbling on a piece of paper.
"Jenna you in right?"
Jenna quickly hid the piece of paper under her palm. "What?"
"Come on Jenna tell her you're in." Wiggling her brows, Bea leaned in and whispered loudly, "We can find out who that mystery guy with the tat from your vision."
Jenna blushed furiously at Bea's suggestion."Doubtful," she blurted. "I already met him."
"You what!" All three voices yelled at the same time though Bea's own might have been a treble higher. Meanwhile the flush on Jenna's cheeks grew brighter, aghast that she let that particular fact slip out.
"Is he fine?"
How did you meet?"
"Women, one at a time," exclaimed Felicite' over the din. Then she turned her gazed to Jenna and gleefully asked, "What happened when you met."
Jenna pressed her hands on her eyes and shook her head. "It was horrible. I keep running from him everytime he says hello. He must think I'm such a hoity toity bitch like that Sherry."
"Don't tell me you're talking about the Sherry that likes to give out her cookies like it's Halloween twenty-four-seven with the clients," said Bea, rising from her seat and coming over to Jenna's side to embrace her in an encouraging hug. "Because you have to know you're nothing like her. Hell your worth ten-thousand of her even on a bad day."
"Yeah," agreed Felicite' and Layla.
"Why even mention her," asked Felicite'.
"She wants him." Jenna lowered her hands and looked at them with a wounded look on her face. "I can tell."
Bea gave her shoulder a squeeze and cupped Jenna's face in her palms. Lifting her head up, Bea gazed down at her with all the seriousness she hadn't shown so far tonight. "Well if your vision man is that stupid to tap Sherry's ass then I don't want him anywhere around you."
"You guys." She looked at them with weepy tears and smiling. She wiped her eyes and cheeks with her hands, relaxing enough to let Bea cradle her head to her bosom like a babe. "What I'll do without you."
Layla reached across the table to her right, grabbed Jenna's free hand and squeezed. "That's what we're here for. To have your back. And bring hell to whoever messes with us."
"Yes Jenna. And if that guy-"
"He's a marine actually."
Felicite' swiped her hand in the air as if him being a marine was any consequence. Seemingly, she'd still decide to take him on when she told her, "I'll gladly touch whatever object he owns or touched to find his secrets and make him pay."
"You heard our resident psychic," said Bea as she gave Bea one final squeeze and made to walk back to her seat. Then she paused. And glanced down at Jenna's doodles.
"What's this," she asked, snatching up the piece of paper seconds before snatched at air. Bea looked at the paper and for the first time Layla ever met her the woman blushed. She never blushed. Bea was a woman open with her sensuality and sexuality and made no apologies about it. That woman was blushing.
What the hell did Layla doodle?
As soon as the question formed in mind Bea had answered the question by shoving the paper in their faces. She had only a quick glance but the drawing was a yoga pose. She wasn't sure which pose it was but the head between the figure's spread thighs led to one suggestion.
Jenna had already snatched her drawing out of Bea's hands. "It's nothing. Just something...it's nothing." She balled it up, walked to her trashcan and threw it in.
"What are you doing?" Bea went and retrieved the drawing. "This is a good drawing. This is yoga sex right? If it is I'll start doing yoga regularly like you've been nagging me to do?"
"It's nothing."
"Oh stop saying it's nothing. This could be something. Hey can you write a book about it? I'll bet it'll sell?"
Jenna's jaw dropped. She was silent for several moments then said, "I can't do that."
"Why not? You're the resident yoga expert. You're a yogi. Of course you can."
This was how her celebratory night went on. Bea encouraging Jenna to write a book and sharing her knowledge of the world. Then turning around to each of them in turn, pushing them find happiness, success and love -even though she truly meant sex- then finally lighting a candle to chant a call to action spell.
Layla already had everything she needed, almost everything as she thought of certain Anders she hadn't seen a long while, but went along with the reciting anyways.
It wouldn't be until a few weeks later that Layla might regret the tiniest, little bit about saying that spell.
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