A golden ticket. An invitation to an evening of pleasure with the legendary yet unknown Golden Lady. Rumours heard among only a few men. Breathtakingly beautiful. Sensuously seductive. A night to be treasured for life. A night most men only dream...
Standing up, Marc looked behind him, following the gazes of the other men to the Golden double doors. Opening slowly, they reveal a spacious room holding one very large bed with gold and cream bedding. Marc's eyes bulged a little as he spotted a BDSM cross to one side of the room and a tantric chair near a set of large windows.
A movement of gold catches his eyes, reflecting in the mirrors of the room. Its her. She appears in front of the doorway, cream and gold material swirling softly around her body. A soft dress hugging her luscious yet athletic curves from her shoulders down to her gold heels. Form fitting, her cleavage is pressing up, showing golden tanned skin.
Wow, Marc thinks to himself as he flexes his hand a little in thought. She must be at least a natural D cup. Soft yet firm.
Looking up, his eyes are drawn to her golden blond locks of hair, long, swirling down the front of her shoulders in soft waves. And finally, her eyes. Piercing golden brown eyes.
Her.
....."Greetings Mr Quaid, I'm interested in purchasing something modest yet with classic beauty. What properties do you have that might interest me?"....
She had been in his offices no more than a month ago and he'd taken her to view a few larger houses. One near the beach was spacious, yet far too decadent for her tastes, and looking around himself now briefly, he understood why she had been attracted to the more modest, classic yet elegant mansion he'd shown her in the hills.
Just like her, it was simply beautiful. Classic, sexy yet understated, holding so much promise.
She had brushed up against him a few times during the tour of the mansion. Her hand lingering on his arm, a sweep of her body as she turned next to him to view the expansive landscape from the balcony. And the pool...
...."What a divine pool Mr Quaid and it is rather hot today, isn't it?" She had smiled at him, slipping her heels off slowly before teasing her toes in the water. " Would you mind?", she had purred. Damn she was hot, in more ways than one, he had mused. "Please do Miss", he had nodded before groaning quietly as she had let her dress slip from her shoulders to crumple at her feet, clothed in only her gold lacey lingerie. With a sensual soft smile she had dived perfectly into the pool, rising to break the surface like Aphrodite.
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Grace.
Mouthing her name silently, he stood with mouth slightly open just as her gaze rested on him. Smiling wider, she winked.
"Gentlemen, its my pleasure", oh god Marc thought listening to her voice, did she just purr the word pleasure, " to welcome you tonight to our evening of multiple pleasures." Yes, he nodded to himself, she definitely purred it.
"Please make yourselves comfortable in every manner while you are with us and let my boys know if there is anything you require. Drinks, nibbles," pausing to look back at the white doors behind her, "anything at all Gentlemen. I may be a bit, tied up, at times but your pleasure is of our utmost concern," and with this she stepped to the side of the Golden doors, pulling a white token from a small black chute.
Turning it towards us with a large smile on her lips, the symbol showed, a two horned Rhino.
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