Catalina, Queen of the Nightlings: Cleopatra's Pearls

By J. Lee Roberts

Adventures of a sexy seductress.

“I’m not your average monster. In the past, I have toppled, liberated, and even ruled kingdoms. Believe me, I’m over that lifestyle. My motto is, ‘Learn from the past; love in the present’.

“By day, I’m Catalina Purdy, proprietor of Purdy Antiques. By night, under cover of darkness, I expose my true nature.

“I enjoy; long walks on the beach, candlelit dinners, easy men, and feasting off the chemicals they produce when sexually aroused.

“I also love my job. I am eternally thirsty for the chance to hunt down rare, exotic pieces. However, I’m not hard to please, I’ll take any piece I can get, and I always get what I want.”

Reader Advisory: Be forewarned, the story within, contains X-rated tales of a Nightlings, naughty escapades.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: May 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781910397046

J. Lee Roberts

J. Lee Roberts spends her time between the majestic Hawaiian Islands and the soft, rolling foothills of central California. She loves dancing and experiencing live music. She spends her days tinkering in her garden, where she grows an abundance of fruit, vegetables, and fragrant flowers. She spends her nights snuggling with her hunky, blue-eyed partner. When not dancing, gardening, or snuggling, J. Lee enjoys spending time with the girls. Anything can happen at a girls night; naughty photo shoots, poker tournaments, and the occasional solstice celebration are just some of the crazy things they get up to on an all girls night. Catalina, Queen of the Nightlings, Volume 1: Cleopatra’s Pearls is the first of a long line of tales, involving a sexy seductress, who just can’t be satisfied. J. Lee Roberts is also in the process of finishing her first, full-length thriller.

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Catalina, Queen of the Nightlings

Volume 1: Cleopatra’s Pearls

J. Lee Roberts

Adventures of a sexy seductress.

"I’m not your average monster. In the past, I have toppled, liberated, and even ruled kingdoms. Believe me, I’m over that lifestyle. My motto is, ‘Learn from the past; love in the present’.

"By day, I’m Catalina Purdy, proprietor of Purdy Antiques. By night, under cover of darkness, I expose my true nature.

"I enjoy; long walks on the beach, candlelit dinners, easy men, and feasting off the chemicals they produce when sexually aroused.

I also love my job. I am eternally thirsty for the chance to hunt down rare, exotic pieces. However, I’m not hard to please, I’ll take any piece I can get, and I always get what I want.

Reader Advisory: Be forewarned, the story within contains X-rated tales of a Nightlings, naughty escapades.

The author acknowledges the trademark status and the following trademark owners mentioned in this work of fiction:

Armani

Speedo

Lazy Boy

CATALINA, QUEEN OF THE NIGHTLINGS

VOLUME 1: CLEOPATRA’S PEARLS

J. Lee Roberts

LUMINOSITYPUBLISHING.COM

LUMINOSITY PUBLISHING LLP

CATALINA, QUEEN OF THE NIGHTLINGS

VOLUME 1: CLEOPATRA’S PEARLS

Copyright © 2014 by J. Lee Roberts

E-book ISBN: 978-1-910397-04-6

First E-book Publication: June 2014

Cover design by Poppy Designs

All art and logo copyright © 2014 by Luminosity Publishing LLP

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

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Dedication

This is for all my friends that helped bring Catalina to life, and my blue-eyed muse who taught me the meaning of the word, insatiable.

Chapter One

Strobe lights flash and electronica pulses, their only escape a small crack at the base of a huge, black padded door.

The bodybuilder, who is posing as a doorman reeks of sweat, sex, and the sweet cocoa scented fog that saturates the interior of the club. His eyes widen and he curtly nods, quickly opening the door to the exclusive crowd within.

Not that anyone would ever deny me. Not dressed like this, or any other way for that matter. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m really not all that conceited, I’m just practical. I mean, who would turn me away? Especially tonight when I am in my best dominatrix finery.

Tight black, thigh-high boots and a blood red corset, my favorite. I like to wear it so tight that my nipples are constantly in fear of popping out, not that I would be concerned if they did. However, my nipples are always so hard from arousal, they could inadvertently put an eye out. A tiny black lace miniskirt is really just in place to hook my black fishnet stockings to, but it is such a necessary evil. I mean, pantyhose are such a cock blocker. Literally.

It may all seem like a bit much, but really, except for my wardrobe, all I really did before leaving home was to comb out my long, wavy, auburn hair, cake on some thick black mascara and my fav black liquid eyeliner. Just for fun, I painted my full red lips black—always a crowd pleaser.

When the gorilla watching the door opens it for me, I am assaulted by the obnoxiously loud, repetitive electronic music that seems to infect every Goth club on earth. The flashing lights have been released, and they pulse in rhythm with the doorman’s heartbeat. I hear it quicken, as if trying to keep up with the music, as my heaving breasts jiggle wildly crossing the threshold. Four-inch heels will do that.

Mmm. I breathe in one of my favorite perfumes, sex. It’s no wonder the scent is so pungent, half-naked, sweaty, slick bodies writhe in ecstasy against one another everywhere you look.

The theme tonight, just like every night at The Blood Moon is Goth chic. It looks like nobody bothered to call anyone else, because everybody is wearing the same damn thing. Or at least a variation there of—black leather, black fishnet, black boots. Like I said, not much originality, unless of course, you consider torturous looking facial piercings a unique style.

I can’t really talk too much shit though. My closets are lined with all the Goth finery a girl could want, or not, for that matter, but that’s not who I am, or even why I’m here. You see, the clothes are just a means to an end.

I work my way through the throng of leather-clad bodies, and head straight for a drink. I like how the bar in this club is located, directly in the center of the building. It gives me full access to enjoy one of my favorite hobbies, people watching. Well, kind of.

I seductively lean over the bar to order a glass of Merlot, and my mischievous tits come dangerously close to popping out of their deep red bondage. As I’m handed the glass, someone salaciously cups my ass. I turn slowly, seductively sipping my wine to see who has called.

He’s tall and broad. I wouldn’t go out on a limb and call him handsome, but his eyes are bright blue and his muscles are hard. He’s wearing loose, faded blue jeans. They’re ripped and worn, the button only a distant memory. They hang open, exposing his tuft of curly blond hair. His tired black boots, and a single dangling earring is all he wears. It’s more than enough.

I can tell he is mesmerized by my looks. It’s understandable. It’s not every day a woman like me responds so willingly to an ass grabbing. Then again, I’m not technically a real woman, but I’ll tell you more about that later, let’s get back to the hunk.

I already have my drink, I purr salaciously before he can even get his mouth opened. Let’s see if we can find something for you. It may sound like I move fast, but I have come out for fast food after all.

The stud takes my hand as I lead him to one of the private alcoves along the red velvet padded walls. We pass couples and triples in various stages of play and passion. The intoxicating fumes quicken my step, and the stud hurries along.

I pull the blue-eyed stud into a dark, empty corner, and back myself into its shadowy embrace. His thick, tanned arms are slick with sweat. God, it’s always so hot in