Darling Darlene.
At least to Dame her father, and her one friend that is.
But most knew her for what she really was...an egotistical bitch with underlying (pretty obvious) daddy issues and a kink for crushing spirits.
Not that she wasn't proud of t...
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I TOOK a deep breath as we cleared the stairs on the second floor, the bass of the music fading steadily. The fresh air of a floor not filled by the humidity of sweaty teenagers and the smell of weed was almost too refreshing to my lungs. With the taste of cognac still on my tongue and the excitement of new territory, I turn to Carter with a grin.
"Where to first?"
"Let's walk, sweets." He beckons me down the severely dimmed hallway, and as my heeled boots clinked along the marble floor I couldn't help but be a little spooked. There seemed to be several doors leading to who knows where, and as Carter tugged on my hand he uttered few syllable explanations for each one. "Bedroom, study, closet, another bedroom, bathroom...."
Ok, this was officially the worst tour ever. Carter's sweaty palm gripping my hand as he yanked me down the hallway, with no sort of pause in his steps or voice did little to satisfy my nosiness. Obviously the only thorough tour he planned to take me on was the one of his bedroom as he fantasized about fucking me against any surface he could. Hah, in his dreams. I racked my brains for ways to get him to leave me be so I could actually get a look around. His voice filled my ears as I realized we came to a stop outside one of the various doors. "Where's your mind at, sweets?" he asked.
Instead of answering his question, I pull him towards me by the collar of his stupidly obnoxious polo shirt and plant us against the door, my back to it as I let him loom over me. With my hands still at his collar and and the whispers of his breath against my face, I ask in a sultry tone, "Bedroom?"
"Not yet sweets...this is actually one of our bathrooms, the only one in fact with an indoor hot tub...So, I was thinking we could definitely make use of that."
A few minutes later, I find myself attempting to stall an already very naked Carter who was waiting for me in the hot tub. Not that he was a bad sight, I just had more urgent business I needed to get to. What to do, what to do?
I flipped around to raid the drawers of the modern granite cupboards, and find a rubberband to tame my hair. With a smirk, I turned back towards the body of water, "What about a show?"
With those words lingering in the air I reach around the back of my sultry leather number and began to unzip it. When the dress finally gave way to a glimpse of my panties, I shred it quickly and turned my back towards Carter, to look into the mirror. With a wolf-whistle of encouragement from him , I began to gather my hair in one hand and began to collect it into a messy bun, in only black lace panties and bra. I threw my head forward and began twisting my hair into a makeshift donut, making sure to give Carter a nice view of my backside. While doing so, I still can't think of anyway to worm my way out of this bathroom without ending up back downstairs or worse kicked out, but I'd be damned to make it this far without getting what I came for. Maybe I could sleep with him, and go exploring when he knocked out, if he was the type to let a girl stay, but he definitely didn't seem like it.
