[Gomorrah] Gonna Party Like It's 1999

While Chloe was lost in the aftermath of her orgasm, Eliana tenderly stroked the young girl's hair and eyed the waitress. She released Chloe's tail from her teeth and removed the hand from her back to hold it out for the bill.

"It's impolite to stare," she teased, and it was obviously a tease if the laughter in her eyes were any indication. "I'll just take that. 'Kay thanks."

Eliana seemed perfectly content just to cuddle Chloe as long as she was allowed. Lust for emotional connection didn't sate Eliana in the way other lusts did, it wasn't as potent and didn't inherently possess sin, but Eliana liked it all the same.

She liked knowing her effect on people, liked feeling needed, and, oddly enough, liked to care for other people.

Eliana's answer was a wink. "I'm the best kind of influence."

Eliana glanced at the bill before rummaging in her pocket. She pulled out a small wad of cash and threw it on the table. It included a sizeable tip.

"Ready to beat this joint? I think you're really gonna like it at my place."

Eliana followed Chloe's gaze to the streak on her pants. She wasn't concerned about it. Not even a little.

She remained staring at the stain, though, as Chloe went on. That distant, thoughtful look remained. That is, until Chloe's last statement.

Eliana's mind was all on Chloe now. For a small thing, she could certainly be forceful when she wished to.

"We're leaving now," she said. Not a question this time.

Eliana would attempt to push Chloe to the side, not so much roughly as it was forceful. She didn't want to hurt or scare the girl; she just wanted to go. Like, now.

Shit or get off the pot. Shit of bust. Which one was it? Whatever. That. That expression.

Eliana's home was a penthouse overlooking the sea. As they took the elevator up to the sixth floor, Eliana had said, "just don't ask how I got it."

Her apartment was modern and clean, with an open floor plan. Her living room and kitchen were separated by an island counter bar. Right beyond the bar was an oak wood dining table that seats six.

Beyond the kitchen was the living room, visible from the door. It had floor to ceiling windows to provide natural light and a gas fireplace. All of her floors are done in dark, hardwood. Hung above the fireplace is a flat screen t.v. She has two leather couches with cup holders, each diagonal to the t.v. There is a small glass coffee table situated in the center of the t.v. and two couches.

From the living room, there is a relatively large terrace with a small, four-person glass table overlooking the ocean. Besides the four person table is an outdoor grill. On the opposite side of the table from the grill is an umbrella, two loungers, and a jacuzzi.

Leading off from the living room is a hallway, presumably leading to the bedroom(s) of her house.

The home has the lingering scent of pine and lemon cleaner.

Eliana's smile was much gentler now at hearing Chloe's nervousness. Her voice didn't show any of that tenderness; rather it kept the same light authority it had in the bar.

Assuming most of Chloe's was due to the whole "don't ask" thing, Eliana said, "I was kidding. It was a joke. I just have someone paying for it all."

Eliana motioned to the couch. "Go ahead and sit," she said before stepping over to an IPod dock to choose a song. She lowered the volume, so it was mere background music. Afterward, she flicked on the fireplace and dimmed the lights in the living room.

If Chloe had followed her instruction to sit, Eliana would go to stand in front of her, that smug, confident grin had replaced the genuine smile of earlier.

"We'll take it slow," she said airily. "Seeing as this is all new to you, we're going to help you find all the best places on your body. Maybe if we have more time I'll show you where a few of mine are," she added with a wink.

Eliana, while enjoying sex a great deal, also knew how to lure someone in. If she kept something for another visit, she might just be able to make Chloe a full on lover. She liked that idea. She liked Chloe.