It's two in the afternoon and if I hurry up I may have time to decide what to wear this evening for the sex party at Labyrinth. It's a great event and I don't just want to be cool – supercool!
Well, let's open the wardrobe and see... black suit? No way. Too elegant. Imagine wearing a suit for a sex party. I'd be ridiculous... Gucci jeans with tears in the groin area? Hmm, decidedly too modest... supertight elasticised leggings to show off my booty? Perhaps. Necessarily worn with black riding boots. With spurs, of course. And the Cavalli belt with the enormous silver buckle. Ahah, not bad. Wait a minute, I wore that last Saturday, it seems to me. People will think that I always go in the same outfit. Minus zero. I know! Red supermini dress with V neckline on the back and red high heels of the same shade. Brilliant. But it's a real punch in the eye. Do you want them laughing behind your back? That's out. What if I wear it with red fishnet tights? That's definitely out. Get serious, Jessica. Elasticised Playboy t-shirt? With push-up, of course. Nah! You can do better than that. See-through chiffon dress? Absolutely without bra this one. What do you think? Not right. Too ancient. Let's get real. A sex party must be over the top. Other wise I'll stay at home, no? Yes, but then what? Let's see what's over here.
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LAST CUBA LIBRE
Ficción GeneralIf you're looking for a gripping read, look no further than "Last Cuba Libre". Meet Jessica, who's a bit of a slag. Claudio, who rocks designer threads and snorts lots of cocaine. Then there's Tony, cruising in his Porsche, leaving a trail of broken...
