The Sweetest Thing (nikki sixx)

TEN

Brandi patted her hands against the short glitter dress. She turned around, looking at her behind over her shoulder in the long body mirror. It had a plunge top and barely went to her mid thigh. If she was going to the mansion, she'd do it in style. She had her hair blown out, leaving it to cascade over her shoulders.

"You sure you want to come?" Brandi asked as her friend slid around the house in heels that she was unfamiliar with. "Well, I'm gonna have to learn to use these at some point. Might as well make it today." Jess sported a faux leather skirt and a white tank top. Her auburn hair with a few blonde spools hidden throughout was pulled into a sloppy updo. It was a good look for Jess, though she hated to sport it.

The girls walked downstairs to the parking garage. They looked at both Jess's '83 T-Bird and Brandi's Camaro. The blonde pulled in her bottom lip holding back a smile as she dangled her keys. "I hate when you drive, B." Jess flung her head back in defeat and possibly in fear of the drive there. Brandi drove fast with little regards to the things around her.

Though the drive was far but smooth, they did make it to the mansion fashionably late. Cars and motorcycles filled the long yard. "Do we knock?" Jess asked, holding her clutch purse against her pelvis. "This isn't some high school party, Jess." Brandi opened the door and peaked her head inside. Tons of nearly naked women walked past her, not paying her any mind. "Go, go, go." Jess shoved her inside.

As if in a blink of an eye, Brandi was handed a drink by a bunny. She tried to thank them over the music but was unsuccessful. "I'm gonna go mingle." Jess winked, squeezing her friends shoulder. She watched her disappear into a sea of tall, skinny women. For how many people were in the quarters, at least double laid across the deck in the back yard. Brandi took a softened step onto the cement grounds.

"Ms. Wilson!" The older gentleman held his hands in the air with a smile from ear to ear. Her heels clacked against the terrain as she walked over to him. His shorter frame nuzzled into her in a way she was not the most comfortable with. "Mr. Hefner." She smiled politely, showing her 'America's Sweetheart' pearly whites. "Please, call me Heff. You're looking absolutely stunning tonight." He clasped his hand in hers. "You've got a really lovely place here, Heff." Brandi looked around at everyone sipping their cocktails an enjoying the views. People where very comfortable with the girls and they seemed to just let it happen.

"So, I don't want to bore your ears off with business. But I would love to have you cover our magazine occasionally."

"Nude?"

"Not necessarily, this isn't Hustler, honey." Heff grinned, turning his body to stand beside her and enjoying the view himself. "I would love for you to come by tomorrow. Just for some photos, we'll see what you think and go from there?" Brandi chewed on her lip for a second. This could alter her future forever, but at this rate, she was losing a future already.

"Okay," She smiled, shaking his hand. Slyly, the man slid a business card into her hand. "If you have any questions, don't be afraid to call me. Oh-" The man jumped as familiar hands gripped his shoulders. "Nikki! I hope you're treating my girls right tonight, yes?"

"Always," The bassist smirked, slinking an arm around him and facing Brandi. As much as she wanted to enjoy his face, she could only think about the repercussions she may encounter soon enough. "I'm sure you're familiar with Mr. Sixx's work?"

"Extremely." Brandi politely smiled. "If you'll excuse me-"

"Do you always have this effect on woman?" Heff laughed, hanging back with Nikki.

Brandi sauntered off, searching for the nearest unoccupied bathroom. She touched up her makeup in the mirror, fixing her hair that danced across her back. She cracked the door, peaking her head to check for the man.
"You look great."
"Did you follow me?"