Toast to the Queen

'Spell 24 -- When reality walks in a stranger.../ Face, eyes and voice far away so foreign/ And your heart and mind fill with such danger/ Fearing they will overrule you then will reign./ Energy in you must overpower/ Tame the beauty and beast to make them meek!/ Or failing, lock them in a high tower/ Until yielding and forgiveness do seek. /Pierce your heart, blood from right middle finger./ A drop in a drink should be kept hidden./ Speak slow and low their name as lips linger./ Be assured they drink as common heathen./ A wonderful witch magic spell to whine / Drinking a glass of blood red Merlot wine...'

An ancient book of spells passed down in his maternal bloodline, born witches, warlocks and magicians who had handwritten in their own blood their inspired incantations within these pages, under their ancient family name Sorceria, had this seductive love and sex spell on page 24. 'Sonnets de los Sorceria' had 100 personal rhymes, which had the supernatural power to fulfill certain goals. After meeting her, an Arab Asian American tourist traveling solo, Amador recognized the opportunity to test this sex spell on a stranger. His heart was pounding with fear or excitement, watching her move and talk inside the hotel lobby, checking into room 24 -- a weird coincidence!

"Alone? Are you seriously traveling by yourself?" He asked standing beside her.

"Of course. I am attending a business conference." Malaya smiled extending her hand. "I am Malaya. Are you also here for the same reason?" They shook hands and he raised her hand and kissed it briefly. "I am Amador. Yes, I can attend the same conference because I live in this town." She stared at him admiring his confidence and suave style. "Great! Maybe you can tell me more about this place? I tried to research tourist spots online with Google search before going here."

At the lobby, they walked side by side, her hand on his elbow until they saw sofa couches and sat down beside each other. "Ok ay, so how's your day coming along?" He asked. "Worked several hours on a business report." She replied. "Ok, that's good." She was still thinking of business problems but tried to chat. "Tiring and disturbing..." His mind intent on fulfilling his goal, he switched subject. "What is your idea of a perfect relationship if two people are both falling in love with each other?" Silently surprised, she thought of impossible expectations between people. "Imperfections and flaws are loved in a perfect relationship, while trying to bring out the best in each other nevertheless."

After a long deep pause, he put his arm around at the back of the couch where she leaned. "I will like to entertain you at my house if we are ready to feel each other's pain. I will make you some delicious food. We will also have some nice wine... When it gets dark, I will light up my candles and will want to talk and gaze at you in the flickering lights... " She felt his warmth and thought how sexy and romantic, albeit too quick for new acquaintances! He continued at her silence, "Do you smoke cigarettes, drink alcoholic beverages, love to go to night clubs or go to movies?"

"Hmm... really sounds tempting, but I live far away in California at my sister's house. I drink sometimes and liked dancing in clubs long ago but no more. Movies and videos online are easier than going out. So you have a house nearby?" She wondered where he intended to do all these activities. "Of course I have houses here. Our family own a wine estate vineyard farm here in Spain and France!"

Curious and eager to know each other more, they continued. "What are your hobbies, I mean what do you do for fun at your leisure times?" "Poetry, arts, interior decoration game apps, watch music videos." He added his list. "My hobbies are watching movies, cooking, going for walks, listening to music almost all types of music, singing, reading, surfing the internet to learn more knowledge, camping, love shopping and I also love to swim." They quickly shared their leisure activities. "Swim well? In a pool or beach? Surf net? Yes I am addicted to it." She showed him her mobile smart phone in her jacket pocket, explaining, "I am an internet addict. I am always on my smart phone." He replied. "Pool or beach." She asked. "You have a house and pool?" He smiled. "Houses with pools in New York and LA too." She realized he must have money.

"Yes . Would you like to meet someone who is Not Nice Looking OR Good lol ? " He laughed at her puzzlement and asked. "Are you busy?" She laughed. "Busy? It is night time, so I really should just be resting. But is that a joke or serious question -- 'Would you like to meet someone who is not nice looking OR good lol'? What do you mean?"

He patiently clarified to her. "My ground rule is look for the love within the person and not the outside, though that's also important. I do not look much for a person's build such as being fat, slim, muscular, but as a hard or tough individual, though these are also important, appearance does not matter. But the most important is how honest, caring and loving she is. I want a woman with humble character." She wondered whether he saw her that way and added. "Love and humility are deep, so health care would be the right field for what you are looking for. Usually those in health care are both loving and humble."

He smiled agreeing, glad she understood him. "Ok that’s good . What kind of attitude/qualities do you want all human beings should have?" She answered. "Loving, kindness, niceness and law abiding because unfortunately, I seem to attract scammers and I wish to avoid them all." Amused at her digression. "Oh really ? So, how many scammers have you encountered on?" Recalling the social issues online, she recoiled. "Too many unfortunately for me online for years -- various encounters." "How many?" " Many more than my 10 fingers!" "Please tell me more about them. I mean how do you know they are scam?" "Money lost to them. They are horrible." Now he was puzzled. "I don’t understand. Did you send money to them?" She explained to him. "In a fraud scam, they fool and lie to trick one to sending them money. They are the winners and their victims -- the losers." Tiring of the subject, she pleaded. "Can we not discuss much now at night -- it is so disturbing this late!"

Amador looked around them, noting the sun had set outside and looked at his watch. "It is 6:25 pm. Time for dinner. Are you hungry?" Malaya nodded. "Yes I am. The Hotel de Sorceria probably has a restaurant or I could just order from the room." He smiled at her not knowing his family owned the hotel. "May I invite you for dinner at our family estate winery? It is only an hour's drive from here." She trusted him and accepted his generous invitation. "Wow! How wonderful to be invited right away to meet your family! Will your wife and children not mind?" He laughed but blushed. "Do I look married?" She regarded him intently. "I can't tell. I did not see a wedding ring on your finger though." He laughed and joked. "I took it off."

He stood up and extended both hands to pull her up. "Come on Malaya! Let us go and eat in my home." Playfully, they both laughed together and he escorted her to the parking lot. His silver Bugatti Veyron Grand Sport was parked in front in a VIP spot. She was impressed by its luxurious sportiness as he opened the passenger side for her. He entered the driver side and he felt an inner triumph at possibly achieving his goal by tonight! Playing music on the radio relaxed both of them as they fell silent, both deep in thought. He focused on driving smoothly, confident knowing that spell 24 would be tested and succeed, as his maternal ancestors had testified for centuries. She felt a devilicious guilt -- a thrill at being naughty and nice! They enjoyed the warm night air blowing in the slightly open windows, both secretly excited at how the night might end!

Arriving at his family mansion, he held her hand and led the way inside as household staff attended them. Speaking Spanish, he ordered dinner be served after drinks in the living room instead, since he intended to relax on the sofa with her while listening to music. He had a favorite romantic classical piano playlist, especially saved to play in a specific order: Debussy Clair de Lune, Chopin Nocturne Opus 9 Number 2, Liszt Liebestraum, Beethoven Fur Elise, then as a finale -- Ravel Bolero like a gradual buildup in a triumphant march in a love battle of the hero! Long ago he created this mix in his Youtube because he yearned that one night he would seduce a stranger, slowly yet quickly with the changing tempo of a romantic to sexual score. He plotted to succeed with her within 24 minutes!

"I want you to listen to my favorite classical music playlist. I love old fashioned romantic, instrumental piano and orchestra pieces while drinking. The moods and emotions they evoke inside me. Maybe you will feel them too?" He started the music. "Just sit and listen. I will mix our drinks -- Sangria made of a glass of Merlot wine, orange and lemon juice with a variety of fruits." She sat down on his sofa watching him, fascinated by his revealing, intimate loquaciousness. He added secretly, a drop of his own blood, by pricking his right middle finger with a sharp pin into her glass, stirring the drink well, then offering it to her. "Drink this glass of Sangria de Sorceria -- an ancient family recipe."

"Sangria de Sorceria?" She repeated sipping. "Is it sold in the Hotel de Sorceria?" He laughed. "Maybe it should. We own the hotel. Translated the drink means 'blood of sorcerers'''. They sat close, thighs touching each other. "Here is a toast to the queen!" He raised his glass, staring deeply into her eyes, then drank long emptying it. "Malaya, please drink it all." She obeyed his request, gulping it down.

Listening together silently to the sad sentimental music, they held hands. In between the tunes, they spoke softly. "This is so beautiful. It makes me feel like crying." He agreed. "Yes I chose these tunes because of their pain. Love makes our hearts feel such sadness and pain, along with serious happiness interspersed." She sighed, shutting her eyes. "Are you tired and sleepy?" He watched her face closely, pulling her hair elastic off to loosen her long hair, as she opened her eyes. "You look quite different with your hair down -- easier to dream about." He smiled softly into her eyes. She stared at him, realizing how handsome he was emotional, amid the influence of the music, the alcoholic drink he gave and their family wealth.

By the last song, Ravel's Bolero, he was feeling his triumph was so close and that he would be the hero, victorious over her! His heart raced to the beat of the opening drums, pounding as she half lay on his couch, her hair loose, spread on the fabric. He loosened his tie removing it, unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his hairy male chest. He swung his tie in a few circles above his head, in time with Ravel's music. They were both slightly drunk! The music steadily continued, along with her silent acknowledgment that he would vanquish all her futile female defenses. She was obviously going to be his willing 'victim'. As the last tune ended, he lifted her lighter body and carried her up the stairs to his bedroom.

THE END

Note: some conversation lines are copied from online chat in Google Hangout. Listen to his Youtube playlist https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLj6WL50OyBLdSEcvYGfnExGOJ4vs8O5ZW