Book of Vixen Vol. I

Let’s take one last breath in. Now breathe out. May your days be happy, healthy, and full of love. Namaste.

Vixen’s virtual yoga lesson is replaced with a mix of soulful sounds from the 90s as she rises to her feet and embraces a new day. Her self-care routine has slowly become a ritual. It always starts with yoga in the morning in front of her patio window, which offers a glorious view of Downtown Los Angeles. When she manages to wake up early enough, she catches the sunrise, one of her many favorite things. On this particular morning, the breeze brings in the scent of freshly brewed coffee from the local café across the street. The aroma of nutmeg, cinnamon, and allspice paired with Santo Domingo medium roast makes her all the more anxious to complete her workout.

After a hot bath and a quick oiling, Vixen walks across the street in her new floral-print maxi dress. The fabric flows gracefully with the movement of her freshly exfoliated skin. The pink flowers on the dress perfectly complement her manicure and pedicure, both adorned with glitter that sparkles like diamonds in the sun. She cherishes this part of her life, finding solace in it. Vixen offers her a world of excitement, spontaneity, and an escape from reality. Though she sometimes takes that reality for granted, she makes it a point to savor the world around her from a natural perspective.

She walks into the inviting coffee café, where a small crowd occupies the scattered tables. While she waits to order, she gazes at the paintings and photographs covering the brick walls, all celebrating local artists and musicians. The owner takes pride in expressing their love for the city. The café runs with a minimal staff—one person takes orders while another prepares them. As Vixen steps up to the counter, a familiar voice cuts in, ordering for her before she can say a word.

Salted maple latte with oat milk. No whip.

Her smile is returned by Chantel, the café’s owner. The café is Chantel’s passion project, where she combines her main profession of discovering local talent with her love for music. She uses the café as a stage to showcase their work, playing their tracks over the speakers for all to hear. Chantel’s smile is complemented by her golden brown eyes, framed by platinum blonde braids that cascade past her waist. She is the cherry on top of an already magical morning. She can’t help but smile at the thought of Chantel knowing her order. At the very least, it is something they can connect over.

“Wow. Have I become that predictable?” “Vixen” responds with a laugh.

“A little bit.” Chantel jokes. “Nothing wrong with it. You like what you like. Plus it makes things easier for me on days like this.

After paying for her drink, Vixen moves to the side to observe Chantel in her element. Customers visibly brighten at the sight of her. Whether it’s her inviting smile, charming personality, or the way she dazzles in her skin-tight brown dress paired with a custom apron featuring her name, she exudes positive energy. Always enthusiastic about discussing the music of one of her featured artists, she even takes selfies with customers and staff for social media. Her warmth permeates the entire café. A table opens up in the corner near the window and Vixen occupies it as she continues to watch Chantel in action.

Chantel personally delivers Vixen’s order with a smile, watching her hips sway side-to-side as she departs. Vixen glances out of the window and notices a man standing outside her building with a vase of flowers. She instantly recognizes him as the same person who has delivered flowers to her before. It is undoubtedly Will’s weekly delivery of lilies, Vixen’s favorite. Anticipating his call, Vixen rushes across the street to collect the delivery.

“You’re quite the popular gal, aren’t you?” the delivery man says as she approaches. “Same routine. Every week. You must be really special to someone.”

Flattered by his words, Vixen tips him his usual five dollars, says her goodbyes, and goes inside her building.

Inside, she places the flowers in their usual spot: the center of her glass coffee table, where the living room bathes in sunlight. She uses the same vase each time and is grateful that Will decides to send the flowers without one, as they would otherwise accumulate over time.

As she goes to properly thank Will with her customary naughty Facetime call, she sees she has a text message… from Sophie.

Hey there. Hope all is well. I’m in town for work. Let me know if you’re free this evening. Apologies for the last minute invitation.

Vixen is so stunned that she almost forgets about the flowers. She slips off her sandals, settles into her favorite chair, and reads the text message again. As she reflects on her recent dreams—passionate encounters with Sophie while Edward watches nearby—she realizes she has no reason to decline her invitation. Sophie is always a joy to be around, from their shared laughter to the way they hold each other. Everything about Sophie makes it clear why she is the central figure in Vixen’s dreams. The very thought of her causes “Vixen” to slowly slump down in her chair, her dress slowly rising as it brushes against the upholstery. Her body halfway off the chair and her pink mesh thong exposed, Vixen lowers her hand into her soaking panties and saturates her fingers with her liquid lust. She exposes and massages her left breasts while her moans drown out the sounds of the streets below. “Shit!”she yells as her pussy begins to pulse around her fingers. She begins gently tugging at her nipple until her knees give way. She sits up in the chair, pulls her dress down, and reads Sophie’s text one more time before responding, “Welcome back sexy. Sounds like a plan. Can’t wait.”

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Hours later, Vixen steps out of her walk-in closet, clad in a custom black strapless mini dress from Will’s personal stylist. The stylist frequently delivers outfits at Will’s request for their date nights, and this dress is one of her favorites, perfect for a special occasion. She slips on black sandal heels, lacing them up to her knees, and her signature white wig cascades down her back, complementing her sparkling nails. Tonight, she chooses a maroon lip color, a shade that Sophie often admires. She spritzes her favorite perfume across her chest and neck, then tosses her hair in the vanity mirror to reveal her maroon drop earrings. She admires her silhouette in the mirror, her breasts perfectly exposed in her dress’ V-shape opening, and with a final wink at her reflection and her handbag in hand, she exits her apartment. As always, the moonlight seems to shine brighter on nights like this, guiding Vixen down the building stairs to an awaiting SUV.

She arrives at their usual restaurant, a sophisticated dining spot perched atop one of downtown Los Angeles’ most opulent hotels. The doorman assists Vixen out of the car, his gaze lingering on her striking presence and the subtle fragrance that accompanies her as she enters. Her arrival makes an impression in the hotel lobby, with heads turning as her 3-inch heels click decisively on the marble floor. She makes her way to a solitary glass elevator, stepping inside and pressing the button for the rooftop. The elevator ascends swiftly, offering a panoramic view of the city. The glowing lights of office buildings and residential high-rises cast a warm, golden hue over the streets below as it climbs higher. As the elevator approaches the top, Vixen's smile broadens, drawn to the brilliance of the full moon shining more brightly than ever. It feels as though the moon is intricately linked to her current mood.

When the elevator doors slide open, they reveal a stunning rooftop lounge featuring a central bar. The space, crowned with a glass ceiling, has tables arranged around the perimeter, ensuring a spectacular view from any seat. In the heart of the lounge stands an impressive seafood and cocktail bar, its focal point a long display of fresh seafood set against vibrant blue lighting that glows from beneath. Around the bar, several seating areas feature white couches and tables, each outlined with a soft blue glow. Flanking the bar are double-sided fireplaces, with couches positioned on either side. These prime spots are typically the first to be claimed, but after Sophie and Edward’s initial visit, their friendly rapport with the owner ensures that they have a reserved place in these highly sought-after seats.

The hostess immediately recognizes Vixen by her distinctive white wig and knows exactly who she is there to meet. As Vixen follows the hostess to the table, she feels several pairs of eyes on her, though her attention is momentarily captivated by the hostess’s body in her dress. As they arrive at the table, Vixen's attention is immediately drawn to Sophie’s golden-brown afro. Sophie seems lost in thought, staring wistfully at the fireplace while absentmindedly tracing the edge of her martini glass. But when she notices Vixen, her expression brightens instantly. Her emerald-green jewelry gleams as it catches the reflections from the fireplace flames. Her white dress rests perfectly on every inch of her curves as she rises to her feet and makes her way toward Vixen.

“Mrs. Jones, your guest has arrived,” the hostess announces, stepping aside to let Vixen approach. “Thank you, Charlie,” Sophie replies, sliding a crisp $20 bill into the hostess’s hand. With a warm embrace, Sophie draws Vixen close, her hand resting firmly on Vixen’s back while the other slowly traces a path toward Vixen’s perfectly rounded hips. “You and Charlie are making it really hard for me to keep my composure in public,” Sophie murmurs seductively as they both glance back at the hostess.

“Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t gotten her into bed yet,” Vixen says with a teasing smile.

“I’m still feeling things out,” Sophie replies. “Maybe I just need a bit of backup,” she adds playfully.

“I’m certainly open to a team effort,” Vixen responds, and they both share a laugh followed by a tender kiss before settling into the couch together. When the waiter arrives, Vixen orders a Tequini, a modern take on the classic martini with tequila instead of vodka, while Sophie opts for another kamikaze, a drink she’d loved since her college days.

“Thanks for coming,” says Sophie. “I’m sorry it was so last minute. A colleague got sick, so I had to take their meeting rather than risk losing the client.”

“It’s never an inconvenience when I see you. I’m sure Edward is seething with jealousy that you get me all to yourself”, Vixen teases.

Sophie hesitates before pasting an awkward smile on her face. “To be honest, he doesn’t know. I wasn’t about to come to L.A. and not see you. He does him, so I should be able to do me, right?.” Sophie pauses, takes a breath, and continues, “So, between closing this deal, me feeling my drink, and you looking so fine in that dress, Edward is the last thing I want to discuss right now.”

Vixen is somewhat taken aback by Sophie’s confession, but decides against probing her to discuss it further.

“Well, then lucky me”, Vixen responds as she takes another sip of her drink. Vixen moves her free hand toward Sophie, sliding it over her exposed thigh as Sophie bites her lip and giggles. “Is someone feeling their drink already?” Sophie asks. “Such a lightweight and a tease”.

Vixen leans her head closer to Sophie’s neck, kissing it gently as Sophie’s bottom lip begins to quiver. Vixen runs her hand up Sophie’s body, tracing her fingers over Sophie’s breasts and up her neck before using her hand to turn Sophie’s head toward her.

“Someone wants to be a bad girl tonight doesn’t she?”, Vixen purrs as she gently licks Sophie’s lips.

“Yes, please”. Sophie responds, her breathing becoming heavier and she begins pressing her thighs together.

Just as Vixen’s tongue is about to meet Sophie’s, Vixen notices Sophie’s eye shift right and then back to her.

“Mmmm… Should I be feeling jealous?” Vixen asks.

“Not at all,” Sophie responds. “I just happened to notice we have an audience.

Vixen casually shifts to align herself with Sophie’s gaze, momentarily locking eyes with Charlie. Acknowledging she’s been noticed, Charlie quickly turns her attention back to the front door, nervously twirling her fingers through her curly hair.

After a few rounds of drinks and a couple dozen oysters, their waitress approaches with a lemon drop martini. Slightly puzzled, Sophie opens her mouth to point out the mistake, but the waitress explains that a gentleman at another table sent the drink over and prefers to remain anonymous. She sets the drink in front of Vixen, who suddenly remembers it’s been at least three years since she last had one. Vixen wonders how to thank someone for a drink when they want to stay unknown. She scans the room for a familiar face but comes up empty. Not wanting to dwell on it, she politely declines the drink, already feeling the effects of the first few.

“Someone looks like they’re feeling pretty good”, Sophie says. “However, I am officially ready to get you out of that dress, and into a bath.”

With that, Sophie takes Vixen’s hand and they make their way across the restaurant, aware of multiple eyes on them as they pass by, Charlie included. Vixen can feel her gaze lingering, watching them disappear from her view down the glass elevator.

They exit on the first floor and walk hand-in-hand across the lobby to another set of elevators that lead to the penthouse. Sophie grabs a handful of Vixen’s ass before whispering into her ear, “There’s something I’ve always wanted to try”.

“Ooooh… my kitten is purring from curiosity”, Vixen responds.

The elevator dings and the two enter, Sophie’s hand giving Vixen’s ass a swift slap as they enter. They collapse into each other’s arms before Sophie reaches her hand through Vixen’s arms and pulls the emergency stop lever.

“Naughty girl”, Vixen says. “You know security can probably see us on the camera.”

“Let them watch”, Sophie responds as she looks upward toward a dome mirror cover that is certainly hiding a recording camera.

Sophie uses her body to push Vixen up against the elevator walls as their tongues meet once more. Sophie reaches down and lifts Vixen’s dress, exposing her extremely sheer panties with a slit in the crotch. She continues to kiss Vixen’s neck and makes her way down to her knees, pulling down the top of Vixen’s dress. Her breasts now exposed, Vixen begins instinctively caressing them as Sophie teases Vixen’s clit with her tongue.

“Mmmm…”, Sophie hums as she pushes Vixen’s legs open and sticks her tongue between the slit in Vixen’s panties. Vixen complies as she pulls Sophie’s face closer, “Just like that baby”.

Vixen begins to thrust her hips in a forward motion as she braces herself and uses her back to support herself on the wall. “Fuck baby!”, Vixen exclaims, the volume of her moaning increasing with every thrust. Vixen gives a quick glance to the dome cover above, certain someone was watching. She bites her lip as Sophie eases her fingers into Vixen and vigorously massages her walls. “RIght there!”, Vixen yells. Her thrusts become faster and Sophie’s fingers are moving in and out of Vixen at a faster pace. All of Vixen begins dripping down Sophie’s fingers as she catches it in her mouth.

“Give me all of it baby”, Sophie begins to repeat over and over. “I want all of it.”

Vixen clutches her breasts as streams of her begin trailing down her leg. “Don’t stop baby! Don’t stop!”, she yells. Sophie grips Vixen’s thigh as her pussy begins to pulse around Sophie’s finger. Streams begin to spray out of Vixen and onto Sophie’s white dress, soaking the front of it, the moisture revealing her nipples.

“Good girl”, Sophie says. Sophie licks Vixen’s juices off of her thigh before briefly resting her head on them.

“You’re welcome”, Sophie exclaims.

Vixen smiles, torn between getting dressed or sinking to the floor with Sophie. She lightly runs her right hand over Sophie’s hair, their breaths harmonizing.

Brixton elevator service. This is Lance. Is everyone…um, okay?

A seemingly flustered male voice in e comes over the speaker. They both rush to get themselves together as Sophie responds, “Yes, we’re fine. False alarm.”

Sounds good. I’m just gonna get the elevator back… um… going. If you could just release the emergency button as soon as you're done… I mean when you can, I can get you both back…moving.

Vixen and Sophie fix their attire and share a giggle as Sophie releases the emergency stop lever and pulls Vixen into her arms. To their surprise, the elevator starts descending, catching them off-guard. They had assumed they were safely on their way to the penthouse. As the elevator reaches the lobby floor, Sophie quickly lunges for the door-close button, but before she can, Vixen eyes lock with a familiar face standing in the lobby. She recognizes the face as James, the former love of her life, before the doors slide shut.