The Laws Of Lust

James awoke this morning with his head throbbing from the previous night. His feet had accompanied with this pain as well, as he was left relying on his own memory to piece together the fragments in which were left for him to solve... The knit tie that once wrapped around James’s neck had now cloaked his cobalt gaze from the scene that was unfolding before him. Those present around him had gained the pleasure in their sense of sight that was deprived of James as the music played in a sensual beat around him. Because of this layout and circumstance, the hints he gathered had been that a dancer dressed in precious little was making her way to him-a staple of the night that had been his bachelor party.  The feeling of her touch moved to his cheek, grazing his mid-September shadow, before crossing his lips and descending down his chest. Her fingerprints were then left upon his pastel shirt until she decided to sit upon his knee. James, being a gentleman, left his hands on the chair-but found her dedication to her craft to pull them from this position and onto her body. He was then able to visualize the woman in front of him as she had taken his hands to outline her entire frame, ceasing at her mouth. Placing a kiss upon his inner palm, she then removed the blindfold once and for all.  His eyes wincing to the sudden burst of light that attacked his darkened gaze had opened to see a beautiful woman standing directly in front of him. James was enamored by the woman standing in front of him. The nameless, blonde bombshell of fair skin and thin physique, had been wearing nothing more than the modern lingerie basic in the 1960s, and yet, his eyes could not leave that of her face. Despite the fact that he was due to wed in the morning, he could not bring himself to think of anyone beyond this point but the dancer in front of him.  As her hips began to sway back and forth, her hands lifting to the sky and turning away from him, James suddenly found an appreciation for his friends that had arranged for this night. With her body teasing him with what he would never have, the woman used the tie she removed from his eyes and placed it behind his neck to pull herself onto him. Repressing the bulge forming between his legs, James allowed his hands to drift upon her body where she had allowed before they landed to her cheeks. Their eyes locked for a moment as her expression flickered from confident to surprised as she had never been seen as anything more than an object until now.  “Come on, love, show some skin!” One of James’s mates called out as the woman quickly pushed herself upwards from James before standing between his legs and preparing to do what was requested. Any other man present in this situation would have allowed her to undress before him, but as the straps of her bra began to descend down her arms, James stood up to object.  “No!” His objection forced everyone who was a part of the party; the stripper included, to look at him in complete shock. The feelings of protection that he had for this woman in such a short amount of time had caused her to hold her bra in place as she was upon his dime and did not wish to have her reputation tainted from continuing against his wishes. Although a portion of him would later loathe the lack of skin he would see, his heart ached at the thought of the others around him being able to see her so exposed.  “Are you around the bend?!” A friend of the bachelor asked him as he looked back to the woman who now covered herself in shame as James had left the center of the room and now stood near the far corner.  “I don’t want this…” “I am sure Alice knows what you are doing tonight…” This friend, Freddie, tried to convince him to continue with the striptease, desperate to see the nude woman for himself. “I guarantee you that she is having ‘fun’ of her own…” He nudged James while looking back to the woman who was looking to both men in uncertainty.  “I don’t want to see her. I just want to drink.” With this request, Freddie moved back to the other men and shrugged before leaving the area and moving to the bar. His desire for her that was made in such a short amount of time had frightened him in remaining monogamous with his fiancee-a kind woman who was as fragile as they come. However, the unmatched beauty of the dancer had forced his mates to continue to push him to accept her as she remained for over an hour holding herself in place before finally dressing again.  “Enough!” James silenced the room once again, allowing everything but the music to continue. Stealing a bottle of whiskey from behind the bar, James then made his way from the establishment and onto the street. With each step forward, he fumbled into the nearby wall, his vision blurred, as well as his sense of right and wrong. Berating himself for making such a scene, he had drowned out the sound of the steps behind him. Unaware of having been followed, James continued down a side street that was incorrect on his path home- this sense having been altered due to the devil juice.  “James!” A female voice called out to him, matching the timbre of his voice as having been bred, birthed, and brought up in London as well. He turned to see the dancer having chased after him, a sense of worry upon her face. It wasn’t until he turned to face her that he had come to notice the two boys that were following him with switchblades shining beneath the street lamps. Before they could be apprehended by either the dancer or James, they had disappeared from sight.  Dressed in a heavy overcoat that kept her modest from anyone who would pass near her, the woman took James’s arm within her own and escorted him further down the street.  “We should get you home…” her melodious voice addressed him as his gaze fell to her temporarily. Despite the fact she was considered immoral for her chosen profession, he could not look at her as anything more than angelic.  "I'm engaged, you should not be escorting me!" He spoke with the blasted nature of the consumed liquor having now taken full effect. The dancer was humored by this as she tried to discover his address to return him to safety.  "Where can I take you?" "I don't think my fiance will appreciate someone like YOU waking me home…" he commented as she took his hand while he fumbled off the sidewalk and into the street. "You should not objectify yourself to such a degree you know? You are far too beautiful to be on display for everyone to see." The woman had heard comments in every degree from direct and lustful to-do lists to s****l innuendos and quips. And yet, she had never been spoken to in this way; romantically. Even if his words were spoken selfishly, his intentions had been altruistic; something she was not accustomed to in her line of work. This had made her look to James as he had looked to her-with romantic interest. But the fact he was incredibly unstable in the sense of sobriety, she would simply keep her thoughts to herself and continue to take him home.  “Do you know your address?” James nodded. “Yes!” He said with a glare before pausing in place, finding these unfamiliar streets to force him from the confidence of his knowledge, he looked back to her to continue. “It’s...where I live.” His tone had now become mumbled.  “Which is where?” She pushed him to give the address as his eyes then fell to his feet, finding the ground beneath him to be swaying back and forth-unable to perceive the fact that it was him making this motion instead of the world beneath him.  Resorting to her own wisdom, the dancer brought her hands to James’s pockets, trying to locate his license. While her hands traveled upon his body, he forced his arms up in surrender. “Please...I don’t want to get in trouble...no matter how worth it, it would be…” The effects of his drunken state had now made him impossibly tired as he fell onto her-the weight of his body forcing her to lose her balance momentarily. Luckily, just before he had relinquished his weight onto her, she was able to find his address upon his license, and walk him to the front door.  She took appreciation of the adorable house set on the edge of the street completely broken off from the usual side-by-side residences in town. Two large boxwood bushes embellished the quaint home that welcomed visitors by two bright blue doors that belonged to James and his wife-to-be. Pausing for a moment before making her presence known, the dancer lifted her finger to the doorbell and waited for the door to come open. The nerves derived from previous experiences she held against those who were romantically involved with others when summoning her company. But as the door came open in front of her, a frail woman-who appeared almost sick, had come to answer the door in a robe tied tightly around her thin waist.  “Can I help-” She began to ask before her eyes then fell to her fiance who was leaning against this woman. “What happened?!” Upon asking this question, Alice pulled her husband into her own possession before finally gaining an answer from the woman who brought him home.  “He got blitzed at his stag…” While getting her explanation, Alice wore her emotions on her sleeve-showing how she was intimidated by the beautiful woman who stood across from her. Alice was unaware that the dancer was also self conscious to the well kept woman before her. Alice's shoulder length chestnut hair and large brown eyes had rivaled against the dancer's long blonde locks and emerald eyes-having been the complete opposite of each other.  "Well then...thank you for making sure he was brought home...but...do not think for one moment that I will invite you inside…" Alice spoke while her gaze, having now lessened from issues with her self esteem, had become defensive of James-knowing his attractiveness was alluring to any who looked to him.  "I understand." She remained in place for one final moment as James lingered in the doorway of the home and stared upon the celestial woman in front of him. As the door came to a close and separated them for what would be believed to be indefinite, James flashed a sinful smile that lured her along with his kindness.  Standing before the mirror after awaking the next day, James collected water between his palms and splashed it upon his face to try and aid the symptoms of his handover. Visions of a blonde woman from the night before had continued to dance within his mind while he recalled today he was due to be married.  On the way to the bachelor party last night, he was able to picture every aspect of his life beside Alice. They had waited years for this day and held the support of both families as they waited through an engagement and a four year long relationship that led to this point. However, after having met what felt like his soulmate the previous night, he stood before his reflection,having committed a horrible sin; even if he hadn't seen her nude or taken her in the guise of the moonlight, his heart desired her-and that had been the ultimate form of betrayal to him.  Yet, knowing he had not acted upon these desires had allowed him to continue on with his day of matrimony. While his fiancee stood at the altar at his side and those they had known as friends and family watched forward with envy to this supposedly perfect couple, James could not help but feel guilty for his dishonest heart. It was not that he was in love with the dancer as he knew nothing more of her than her occupation. But it was the fact that he had questioned his relationship with Alice for the first time in their entire relationship.  The photographs that were taken the day of as well as the guests in attendance would only hold fond memories-for all but James. The events every wedding held as staples were meaningless to the groom as he grew nervous of his entire life having now been a mistake. The dutiful lawyer, James had followed in the footsteps of his father, which had been expected; as well as marrying his highschool sweetheart. And yet, just like his father, he now wore a woeful expression masked by a polite smile but honest eyes.  The night of his wedding, James disrobed before Alice, her frail frame greeting him with anxiety as she had been untouched before this night. Harboring a handful of s****l encounters kept secret from his bride before their relationship had transpired, James appeared nervous for reasons she was unaware of and ones she could not handle.  As her nude silhouette trembled beneath him, James held himself above her with care, looking at her with the amorous nature that had been born at the conception of their relationship. With each thrust of his member between her legs, his mind would conjure the image of the dancer beneath him. When this image entered his mind, he was able to relinquish the guilt into his bride, gifting her an o****m that her virginal soul had now welcomed with a shocked pleasure.  His eyes remained open as his clothes sat across the room from him and a ring now sat on a permanent promise upon his left hand. As the moonlight caught upon the band, he could feel analogous with the object-feeling as endlessly trapped as the circular invention; to remain in place without any hope of an end.  The clock beside him ringing with the intent of waking the dead, James reached over to turn it off before feeling Alice move beside him. Her hand rested on his chest as she moved her body sideways to now cuddle with her husband.  "Can you believe we are finally married?" She asked while looking at the ring suite on her left hand. Giving an uncomfortable smile to hide his regret for going through with the wedding, James nodded. Alice's nose nudged her husband's chin to try and strengthen this bond they shared, only to find him to pull from beneath her.  "What is it? Did I do something wrong?" She asked nervously, knowing her s****l inexperience came off as a turnoff to her husband's expectations.  "Of course not. I am already late for work…" he explained while traveling across the room to his dresser then his closet to dress for the day. When he brought his tie out for the final detail of his outfit, he paused in thinking of the last night.  "Not that one. I never liked that tie." She explained while handing him a red and blue striped tie to rival the one that held his only connection to the dancer. "I still cannot believe that they did not give you time off for our honeymoon…" Alice spoke with a pout, unaware that James had never even asked for it.  "I suppose it is because I am still not graduated." "You're close enough! I just wanted to spend the morning with you at least." She continued, bringing her hand to his chest to try and convince him to stay, only motivating him to leave that much more. "A few more months and then I will be working under my father. And a few years until I will have my own name on their doors. Just be patient, yeah?" She nodded as he gave a sweet peck to his bride and left her alone for the day.  While sorting through files and continuing to work with what was expected as a man low on the totem pole, James was easily distracted by every blonde who made their way in front of him. He held out hope he would see the woman from last night again-unsure what he would do if that moment would arise. However, it had become an obsession to him since she had left him. He couldn't understand why as she wasn't the most poised, and yet, every thought seemed to be about her.  Nightfall had arrived home before James had as the only source of light he had was that of the gracious lamps of his path before him. With his keys in his hand, he entered his home and spent yet another night with his wife. Only now, when he lied awake at her side, his eyes came to view a motion outside. Usually, his gaze would have ignored this as their house laid upon a rather busy section of the street that was used to foot traffic, but at this specific moment, something aside from his arms and feet had pulled him from his attempt of a slumber. Within seconds, he managed to make it to his front door, opening it to see a disheveled young woman that he recognized immediately.  “I need your help…” She spoke to him while trying to collect her composure enough to speak. His eyes fell to her physique-but not due to lust, but due to the fact blood had stained her otherwise canary yellow dress that hugged her figure loosely. His eyes grew wide as he also came to note the emotional state she had been in; the confidence she had a few nights before had shed entirely and all that remained was fear; a contagious emotion that he developed upon seeing her harbor it as well. He knew whatever she was roping him into was bound to be bad, but was unaware of just how it would affect his life indefinitely.