Mystic Encounters

By Lisa Williams

The shyest people always seem to be the freakiest people that have that secret and mysterious side of life that no one would ever suspect, or imagine. Paul is that person, a thirty-five-year-old, bi-sexual, very successful and reserved, Software Quality Assurance Engineer for the last eleven years. Paul was recently put on a ninety-day work performance probation for his surprising drop in his quality of work, as well as a change in his work ethic.

Paul had been losing sleep lately due to him experiencing very disturbing, vivid dreams for the past few weeks that had contributed to his disappointing work performance. Not being the one to sleep around, Paul might shock himself in that area after attending a recent invitation by James, his protective childhood best friend who is a heterosexual playboy.

Paul never imagined that a night of wild spontaneous sex would change his life for a long time to come when it came to his own confidence.  What will become of Paul’s dreams and why did they start in the first place? Where will they lead? Will Paul become the wild child that no one ever expected as new people enter the picture?

When a successful blast from the past re-enters his life, Paul has no clue what lies ahead for him, but he is hoping for the best. The question is, is Paul ready for it? Will things be as they seem, or is there something more sinister in the making? Will James have to step in one more time on Paul’s behalf? This erotic thriller will keep you wanting more all the way until the last page.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Publishdrive
• Release date: Sep 12, 2017

Lisa Williams

Born in Birmingham, England, Lisa Williams makes her home in Los Angeles as well as in the small town of Redditch in picturesque Worcestershire. She lives with her husband, Kevin, and eight-year-old son, Charlie, who, according to his mom, has already shown an inherited gift for natural healing and talking with spirits.

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Chapter 1

The music was thumping in the mega, three level club as Paul shuffled through the crowd, trying to meet up with his friends that were already there partying it up.

Although he was the shyest of the group, this was just what Paul needed to clear his mind from the event filled week that had just ended for him. As he sipped his drink and surveyed the large crowd, Paul spotted his wild friend Ashley, who was in the middle of the dancefloor twerking to Beyoncé’s, 7/11.

Not too far behind her was the rest of his crew cheering her on as she looked back at her ass, making sure she was putting on the best show that she possibly could for the cheering crowd around her.

Paul! Shaun shouted over the music as he spotted his friend scoping from the sideline.

For the past few weeks, Paul had been experiencing extremely vivid and realistic dreams that he could not explain. Although they had involved some of his friends, he decided to keep the secret to himself, at least for now.

At first, he did not feel like it was affecting him, but as the days and weeks went by, and the dreams became more real, he realized that he had been losing hours of sleep, which was causing his performance at work to degrade.

Eventually, Paul was placed on a ninety-day probationary period for his poor performance. Being that he worked as a Software Quality Assurance Engineer, his attention to detail was essential.

For a while, Paul thought he had lost his mind. Why was he having these dreams? What was causing them? Nothing seemed to make sense and he wanted answers, he needed answers.

He thought about going to the doctor to have himself checked out, but quickly talked himself out of it, convinced that it would resolve itself, but the truth was, he was too embarrassed to tell anyone of what he was experiencing, even his doctor.

Paul was a thirty-five-year-old, bisexual, who was very comfortable with his sexuality. It was always a shock to anyone who learned of his sexuality because he did not fit societies stereotypes of a homosexual male. He was very detail oriented, a true professional, impressively intelligent, and an incredibly reserved guy, who, other than hanging out with the five, or six of his closest friends, preferred to stay to himself.

He resided in West Hollywood, which was known for its gay district, which he frequented often. The district was also well-known for having the largest Halloween celebration in the country.

He worked as a Software Quality Assurance Engineer for the last eleven years, so a drop in his performance was very shocking to his superiors as well as himself. Paul kept a lot inside, which allowed his mind to wonder, drifting most times into a world of his own. This may have been the reason why his dreams started, but he could not be for certain.

All his friends knew of his sexuality, but what they did not know was that two of his biggest crushes were among them, one being Ashley, who was giving all she had to the song playing through the huge speakers throughout the club. He knew she had a boyfriend, so all he had were his fantasies, and his fantasies were the root of his issues.

Even if she did not have a boyfriend, he knew they would never evolve into anything because they were so different. For now, Paul was going to enjoy his night with his friends and continue to admire the show that Ashley was putting on as she danced provocatively to the music; so much so that the world around him almost went completely silent as he watched.

"Aye Paul! Over here man!" His friend Shaun yelled out to him again as he waved his hands in the air, spilling some of his beer on an unsuspected bystander in the process.

This time, Paul, who was snapped from his trance made it through the thick crowd to his friends.

Hey guys! Paul shouted over the music.

Dude! You look terrible! What the hell happened to you!? Shaun asked, spitting out some of his beer in shock as he looked at Paul.

Long week! Paul replied loudly as he took a long swig of his iced cold Bud Ice.

Is your job still trippin’? Shaun asked as he and Paul took a seat in the nearby V.I.P. section they had all reserved.

"Yeah man, they got me on a three month don’t fuck up again or else period," Paul said as he gave a half smile, knowing the probation bothered him and was not anything to joke about.

Paul had not told his friends about his dreams, or his second life by night, he had only told them that he was losing a lot of sleep due to the immense pressure at work, which was mostly steaming from trying to meet deadlines for multiple projects that was in progress almost simultaneously.

It was not that Paul could not multitask; his issue was that he was not getting enough sleep to perform in his daily task.

You need to get your shit together man, you got a bomb ass career so don’t fuck it up! Plus, I need you to stay getting paid, so I can keep borrowing money from you! James said, yelling over the music, laughing as he joined the group in V.I.P.

You look like shit Paul, you good man? James quizzed as he slapped Paul playfully across the back before taking a seat.

"And where are the fuckin’ bottles at! It’s time to get this shit poppin’!" James added in excitement as he motioned for the cute woman to come over who oversaw bottle service for their table.

James was the clown of the crew, he loved to have a great time, and had no problem making a party no matter where he was at. He and Paul had a special relationship, James however was not gay, or bisexual, he was more of a brother to Paul, and he, just like the rest of the friends, accepted Paul for who he was.

James always looked out for Paul because he knew Paul was oblivious to a lot of things and was sometimes easily taken advantage of by people. The two grew up together, and on many occasions as young kids, James protected Paul from being bullied by the other kids.

James and Paul had been friends for the longest out of all the friends. James even tried to hook Paul up with a few of his co-workers that were also gay. Some made it to a few dates, others did not even make it past the initial phone call, Paul was picky like that.

James was also the second friend that Paul had a secret crush on, but he knew he could not have him either, ever! James loved pussy more than fish needed water, but there was no harm in having an imagination.

Paul always wished even as a child that he could be more like James, he longed for his outgoing personality and his ability to meet people so effortlessly. Paul may not have had those qualities, but he had James’ friendship and that could never be replaced.

We need three bottles of Cîroc, and one bottle of your best champagne! James yelled at the sexy waitress over the music, while at the same time doing what he did best with women which was trying to lock down some pussy for the night.

James was an extremely attractive six-foot three-inch, African American man. He had that swag that made women drop their panties at his feet at the drop of the dime, and this waitress was no exception. To no surprise of the group, she fell for his charm immediately.

Paul watched as James whispered something in her ear as his hands slowly slide under her skimpy skirt. Paul watched in amazement as her ass switch slowly, more than likely adjusting for James’ fingers to explore her pussy, the same pussy that he would more than likely be in later that night.

Paul did not realize that he was being turned on by what was happening in front of him, and he was not sure if it was by James’ sexy ass, or the waitress, who was now spreading her legs further and further apart for James to gain easier access.

After a few minutes had passed, the waitress walked away, adjusting her skirt as James looked on smiling as he grabbed and held onto his crotch.

Drinks will be here soon fellas! James yelled as he got up and exited V.I.P.

For the next couple minutes Shaun and Paul conversated over drinks before Ashley, Samantha and Ray joined them.

Oh man! This night, and this club is fuckin’ great! Ray said, sweating from dancing for the past hour and a half non-stop.

The six friends had all been friends for an exceptionally long time. It was a mixed group of both guys, girls, black, white, and Ashely, who was a beautiful mix of Samoan and black ethnicity.

Over time, different friendships merged to form one big group, who all looked out for each other and was there for each other at a drop of a dime. Paul was the only gay guy of the group, at least that’s what everyone thought.

The women loved life, and were down for whatever, attraction to them did not have a gender. Currently, Ashley was dating a guy by the name of Rick who loved her friends but could not make out this time around.

Samantha was single at the moment, and Shaun and Ray were both juggling different women and was not looking for anything serious. James was just James, there was no telling who he would be with from day to day, which was very concerning to Paul.

Hooking up with so many different women was something that he wished James would stop, but he knew not to hold his breath for it. Paul feared for his health, and he let James know that on several occasions. However, being the confident playboy that James was, he thought bad things would not happen to him, at least nothing that he could not cure.

Paul adored his array of friends and was happy that he had them all in his life. He was the only one without any real romance in his life. He was attracted to a lot of different people, but never really made a move on anyone.

Paul was cool, down to earth and a very attractive guy, but his shyness held him back from taking that very important step. He was not a virgin, but it had been a long time since he had a serious relationship. He did however have recent sexual encounters, but they would not be what you would call normal by any sense of the word.

Excuse me guys, I will be back I have to go and take a piss, Paul announced to the tipsy group before getting up and exiting the section.

As Paul stood at the urinal, he heard some commotion in the stall behind him. Focusing on making sure his warm yellow liquid made it in the correct area, and not the floor, he did not think anything of it, after all, it was a club. Paul figured it was just someone drunk and trying to find their way.

Fuck girl... take all that shit, Paul heard the deep voice say.

As Paul finished up, he saw from the nearby mirror, a reflection of female legs on the ground of the stall.

That’s it… suck that dick bitch. I’m your fuckin’ daddy tonight! The rough yet sexy voice moaned out.

As Paul listened to the rapid slurping and gagging of the female, he realized whose voice it was behind the stall door.

James! Paul thought, shocked and secretly wishing it was him that was in there pleasing his secret crush and best friend.

Paul was snatched out of his thoughts as he heard James hit the stall door as he came, which was obvious by the sounds he was making. The last thing Paul wanted, was to be caught in there as James came out the stall.

As he zipped his pants, he realized that he had gotten aroused, and had to painfully maneuver his hard manhood in his pants before quickly exiting the bathroom.

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The bottles should be arriving any minute, so get ready to turn up! James yelled to the group as he arrived back to V.I.P. with a shot glass in one hand, and his other hand grabbing his well sucked dick beneath his jeans, which was surely still feeling the effects of what just happened to it.

Paul noticed the waitress at the bar smiling while talking to another waitress as she looked in the groups direction before grabbing the tray of bottles before looking at herself in a nearby mirror, noticing that she needed to wipe her mouth and adjust her skirt before heading over.

"Three bottles Cîroc, and one bottle of our top champagne," the waitress said, smiling as she sat the tray full of bottles down, each bottle having bottle sparklers in them and lighting up the entire area.

As she passed James, she rubbed his leg from his knee to his crotch as he slapped her across her ass while talking loud enough for Paul to hear him say that he would give her a well-earned tip later.

You better, she said seductively as she walked away, fully aware that James was watching. To give him a little show she switched hard, her gait provocative to give James something to think about for later.

Well Damn! I know you hittin’ that tonight! Ray said as he caught their interaction, watching the sexy woman walk away.

Damn right, she coming to the crib afterwards, and I’m going to finish tearing that ass up. James laughed.

Finish? Ashley and Samantha asked in unison.

Well, you know me, I had to get a little sample first to make sure the goods were worth it, James said playfully as he started pouring drinks and laughing in the process.

As all the friends laughed, knowing exactly what their freaky ass friend must have done at some point of the night, they all held up their glasses and cheered to a great night with great friends.

Only in LA! James yelled out.

For the next three hours, the group enjoyed their night and partied like they did not have a care in the world, including Paul.

Chapter 2

That night, Paul had a very hard time falling asleep. His thoughts were on the club, and what he had seen and heard in the bathroom. All he could do was visualize his friend in the stall with the waitress, who had enjoyed his more than likely huge penis.

As his enjoyed, and was engulfed in his thoughts, he replaced the waitress with him being the one enjoying James’ huge manhood. Paul was not always sexually attracted to James; he thought the way he treated women was barbaric and degrading which made him less attractive in Paul’s eyes.

It was not until their late twenties before Paul found himself drawn to James. Although he was a playboy, his heart was good, and he had always been so protective over him. Overtime Paul started to expect that, and looked forward to, and loved knowing that James was always there for him in a way that no one had ever been. Still today James has continued to be there for his friend. In Pauls’ mind, it was the kind of protection that a man provided for a woman.

His 6-foot-three-inch stature, along with his beautiful, dark, chiseled face, accented with thick, manicured eyebrows, a beautiful, sexy smile, and seductive dark eyes was enough to send any woman overboard. His wittiness did not make it any easier to not fall for this handsome man either.

As Paul tried to fall asleep, all he could do was hear the deep moan coming from James’ throat as he came. Paul could feel his own nature rise as he fought to not visualize James’ cock inside her mouth, knowing that she swallowed