Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend

"Men have played God for far too long, it's my turn to play"

The wind was cold against my naked legs. The only thing I have for protection was my white fur coat that reached just below the swell of my ass and some fishnet stockings. My apartment was only a block away. The man on my arm is walking faster than I can keep up, my red pumps click against the concrete sidewalk. He's excited about what was to come. I can't blame him, I am drop-dead gorgeous. The poor idiot does not know what he's getting into. I picked him up on the corner of Wells and Clark, my normal corner, my domain. It's right next to the speakeasy. Drunk men usually stumble out looking for a great way to end their night and I'm happy to be at the end of the rainbow.

We finally make it into my apartment building and I can feel my body start to defrost as we continue towards the elevator. I see my reflection in the gold doors as we wait. I take this moment to check myself out. My long platinum hair is disheveled due to the winds outside. My makeup is still in perfect condition; my eyeshadow has not creased, no mascara running down my cheeks, and my blood-red lipstick has not smudged. Diamonds lay across my neck giving an elegant tone. The elevator doors finally open with a soft ding. The man grabs me by my arm and drags me in. I roll my eyes at the roughness, the horny fool is excited, I can't blame the idiot. He lightly taps his foot as we work our way up. My apartment is at the very top. It's the most expensive one money could buy. With how much I and my roommate (and best friend) Pansy make together, its petty cash. Another soft ding of the elevator lets me know we finally reached my floor. I lead the poor sod to my room or better yet his doom. I give a wink over my shoulder as I unlock the door. I feel a hand run up my back, over my shoulder and down my arm. I suppress a shiver as I turn the key in the lock. The man's hands are cold and rough against my naked skin.

"You are the sexiest thing I've ever seen" The drunk man slurs his words as he slots his body against mine. I can feel his "excitement" press into my lower back. His wretched breath blows in my face. I can feel my gag reflex being triggered as my nose is filled with the smell of booze. I look down and take large gulping breaths to regain my sanity.

"Why thank you love." I open the door and flick on the lights. I walk in and shrug off my white fur coat and hang it on the coat hanger next to the door. Just because I'm seducing someone does not mean I'm going to make a mess. My red dress finally becomes visible; the red is a beautiful ruby color, complementing my pale skin. It shows off and hugs my cleavage just right, showing them off but keeping a little to the imagination. The dress just reaches my thighs, giving a perfect view of my black fishnet stocking-clad legs and if I bend over it gives a lovely view of my arse. I give a small giggle and curl my finger to entice the man to come closer. He stumbles over to me then wraps his meaty paw around my hip.

"I'm going to get us a drink, care for one darling" I look the man up and down then look into his eyes. His face lights up at the thought of more booze.

"Whatever you're having beautiful, lead the way" I lead the drunk to my freshly cleaned kitchen. The smokey grey marble floors were just polished, my light grey counters were wiped down along with all my silver kitchen appliances. I open a dark grey cabinet and get two tumblers. I slowly walk over to my liquor cabinet and bend over to "look" for some scotch. As I bend the drunk fool gives a low whistle at the scene before him.

"Damn baby, look at that ass." I gag at the comment. I finally pull out what I was "looking" for. I walk back over and pour ambler liquid into the crystal glasses.

"Here you are" I hand him the glass and watch him take a large gulp. I slowly nurse mine and observe him over my glass. Slicked back sandy blond hair that just touches his ears. His eyes are an intense blue like a sea fresh from a storm but have been glossed over due to his drunken state. I never got his name but I know he has money. The watch he's wearing is at least worth over a thousand. His choice of clothing is also a very high end, pinned striped black suit. I chug the rest of my drink in one go then set my glass in the sink.