Lustful Paradise

When Lucifer looked up, his eyes fell on the sexy blonde woman wearing a full-sleeved black cropped top that exposed her toned midriff and a short, white skirt that left little to the imagination.

It was his aunt, Sasha Reynolds. She looked even hotter and sexier than he remembered. She had a perfect hourglass figure, with curves in all the right places. Her full breasts were on display, barely contained by the fabric of her top, and her hips were wide, leading down to long, toned legs.

Lucifer found himself staring at her, unable to look away. She had a confident, powerful aura, and he could see how her mere presence could intimidate even the most powerful of men.

No wonder she had achieved so much success in her career. Being the executive director in the Reynolds enterprise, she was a force to be reckoned with. Lucifer knew she wouldn't have reached that position without being sharp, intelligent, and a shrewd businesswoman.

But right now, all he could think about was her sexy body. He felt a stirring in his pants as he took in the sight of her, feeling an intense desire to have her. Just like how he had taken all the other women he desired.

Yet he found it strange. He knew that his aunt, being the successful businesswoman that she was, would not come to the bar so early in the morning.

"Cheh... I don't even feel drunk, despite drinking almost two bottles of rum," Lucifer said, taking a swig from his glass, not caring that he had company. "And despite that, I am seeing my sexy and hot aunt in front of me. What are the odds that she would be in this place right now, huh? Maybe I should order a bottle of vodka now.

I wonder how many more I would need to drink to get the real drunk feeling."

Meanwhile, Sasha stared at him with narrowed eyes. Seeing the two empty bottles of rum and her nephew acting out of character, she asked, "Boy, what's wrong with you? Are you alright? And what's with all that nonsense about seeing your aunt? I am right in front of you. Don't you have eyes?"

As she spoke, Lucifer took another swig of rum and put his glass down before leaning back on his seat and staring at Sasha. "I know my eyes are fine, Aunt Sasha. But my question is, what is the hot and sexy aunt of mine doing here in a bar? At this hour of the morning?"

"Hot... Sexy... Heh... It seems like my nephew has grown into a man who likes to flirt with older women," Sasha chuckled. She then sat down opposite him. "I can't blame you, boy.

I was also like that in the past."

"Cheh... Flirting? Haha... Do I sound like I am flirting with you, Aunt Sasha? Well, sorry, I am not flirting with you. It's just...

I have some stuff in my mind. That's why I am here, drinking." Lucifer said, looking straight into Sasha's eyes.

He then took another swig and continued. "But I am curious about why you're here. Are you also here to get drunk like me? Hahaha..."

"Boy, you are being disrespectful. You should know better than that." Sasha's eyes flashed with annoyance. But then she sighed and shook her head. "Anyway, I happened to work all night, and as I was driving back to my home, I decided to stop by the bar for a quick drink. I was feeling stressed out, so I figured a drink could help me relax and calm my mind before heading back home and sleeping.

And that's how I ended up here and saw you sitting in this booth. And you, boy... Why the hell are you drinking in the morning? Why don't you share what's bothering you with your aunt? Maybe I can help you."

Sasha's voice was stern and commanding. She was not one to beat around the bush.

She wanted to get to the root of Lucifer's troubles, and she wouldn't settle for half-hearted answers.

"Alright, alright. I will tell you. But I doubt you can help me with my problem. Haha..." Lucifer said, taking another gulp of his drink before setting it aside.

"Let me guess, you had a fight with your father, and that's why you are drinking in a bar instead of attending college, right?" Sasha guessed, but Lucifer just laughed.

"Fuck no. It's not about my dad. And I am not some weak-minded guy to drown myself in liquor because of my father. I can handle him and whatever bullshit he spouts about me."

"You do know that you are talking about my brother, right?" Sasha said in a stern tone.

"So? He might be your brother, but to me, he's just my old man who thinks the world revolves around him and that everyone should bow down to his will." Lucifer replied, taking a sip of his rum.

"That's true, but you should respect him. He is still your father." Sasha's voice held a note of authority. She didn't raise her voice, but there was no mistaking the firmness of her tone. "So what's the real problem, boy? Tell me."

"Hmm... Okay." Lucifer began, taking another swig of rum. "I have been having weird encounters since the early morning. First, it started with my buddy, Shawn. He and his new girlfriend, Roxy, were having sex in a park, and he was okay with her lying there naked, in the grass, with her legs spread apart in front of me. She even asked me if I wanted to fuck her in front of my buddy.

What kind of weird relationship is that, Aunt Sasha? Not to mention that both of them seemed to enjoy the situation."

"Hmmm... Continue." Sasha nodded, urging Lucifer to keep talking.

"Then there's this new play that is being practiced at my university's theater. I decided to check it out. The play starts off innocent enough, with the main characters falling in love. But then things take a turn for the worse. One of the characters, a villain, makes the woman drink something that arouses her and makes her wet.

Then he takes advantage of her, groping and playing with her tits in front of the audience, including her boyfriend, who was hiding behind a curtain and watching. And what was even more shocking was that the boyfriend was enjoying watching his girlfriend being played with by another guy. I mean, how can people make a play like this, not to mention people who like that kind of play?"

"I see. But what does this have to do with you? Why would you care about these people and their lives? What they do and what they enjoy should be of no concern to you, Lucifer." Sasha stated matter-of-factly. Her voice was devoid of any hint of surprise, judgment, or emotion.

Her expression remained neutral as she continued, "Besides, what's the big deal with women sleeping with multiple guys or women showing their bodies to others? Why does it bother you? Do you have a superiority complex or a problem with women's sexuality, or is it just the jealousy of a young boy who is not getting enough pussy?"

"Fuck, no! Why the hell are you twisting the words, Aunt Sasha?" Lucifer said, his voice raised.