Episode 6: The Orgy Story

Episode 6 Orgy Story: Adam, Part 1


-By Adam


-The Orgy-


We had been invited back to Club Russia by the host to attend their second party.  The theme of the night was “Short Skirts and High Heels.”  Belle decided to put on an incredibly sexy multi-colored skirt, and some of her most deadly high heels that make her legs look oh so hot.  As we pulled up to the party, late, as usual, there were considerably more cars in the driveway versus the first party we had attended.  I dropped off Belle at the door and drove down the street a little way to park the car in a safe location.  As I walked down the street and down the long host driveway, my nerves were bouncing all over the place.  We were not here with anyone this time, flying solo, so I really did not know what was going to go down tonight or even if we would find anyone to play with.  Admittedly, I am kind of shy that way, and closing the deal is not my strong suit.
Stepping through the front door, I took a deep breath, exhaling with an “ok, this is it” in my head.  I walked in and smiled as I weaved through the crowd until I reached the counter where the alcohol was.  I put down our bottle of Don Q Spiced Rum and 6 pack of Diet Ginger Ale.  As promised, I poured Belle and myself a drink and went to deliver her liquid courage.  As I handed it to her, a woman looked at  me and very bluntly said: “We are doing body shots, and I want to do one-off of you!”  Now, It’s essential to note right now that I have never had a body shot done off of me…hell, I don’t even know how that would work.  Having been ambushed literally 90 seconds after walking into the place, the only thing I could think of to say is “Umm, ok?”.


WRONG ANSWER!!!  


Seriously.  Wrong answer.  I was neither ready for what was about to happen or drunk enough.  No, drunk enough isn’t the right term.  I was stone-cold sober AND didn’t have time to even relax before being drug into the living room where a bunch of drunk folks were giddy with the thought of what was about to happen.  The woman unbuttoned my shirt and took it off of me, tossing it aside…fine.  She then ripped off my undershirt aggressively…cool, you like them abs lady?  This is where it all went sideways!  Now to me and my novice naive, inexperienced party boy self, she was going to pour a shot on my finely manscaped body and let the shot run down my abs, undoubtedly creating rapids as it followed the contours of my midsection.  She was then going to capture the shot below my navel in a very sexy way.  
Wait…..what the fuck is a bottle of whipped cream doing here?

Episode 6 Orgy Story, Belle Part 2 
​-By Belle

I walked in alone.

All eyes turn towards me as I came through the doorway and I fought the urge to pull my mouth into a tight thin line and raise my eyebrows in my awkward, “Hello I’m awkward.”, expression. Luckily, there were some faces I recognized from our last party along with the few I didn’t. I made a path through the small crowd, kissing cheeks and answering the obvious question, “Yes. Adam is here; he’s just parking the car.” I found my way to the dining room, where I sat my bag down and quickly shot off a text to Adam. I had forgotten our drinks in the car so he’d need to bring them in, I could only hope it got to him before he made his way up the long drive. With the new faces, I would surely need a drink to calm my nerves and invite ‘Slutty Belle’ to come out and play. New people are the hardest thing for me for whatever reason. I have to put myself out there most of the time as a lot of people will not approach me on their own. It’s sometimes effortless and other times ridiculously hard. This time my guard was up. I didn’t want to be there, the last time decimated my confidence and left me feeling insecure and worse still, I sensed something new and new is bad.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 







She looked me up and down and then bending from the waist to look past me to the guests in the kitchen. “Who’s doing body shots with me?!”, she demanded in a slurred flirty tone. I could tell she was drunk, but considering everyone was still dressed, I was surprised she was already swaying from atop her impressively tall stilettos. I never did catch her name, but we took to calling her “The Real House Wife of ______”(various cities), for multiple reasons.

I glanced toward the sound of Adam coming in the door with drinks in hand when I turned my attention to her and realized she was eyeing him as he set our drinks down and began preparing cups with ice and rum. “Ohhhh, who’s that?”, she said, still looking past me with her eyes fixed on Adam as popped, poured and mixed.

“Adam hasn’t ever done a body shot.”, I offered with a nod in his direction. Hearing his name, he looked up and furrowed a single brow, clearly, he had heard his name on my lips, and a shy smile broke across his face. Without missing a beat, he gracefully scooped up two red solo cups from the counter and turned towards me. His body looked amazing under the well-fitted button-down shirt and muscle hugging slacks, I couldn’t help but stare. His eyes caught mine and held me there as he closed the short distance between us and placed a cup in my waiting hand.
“He hasn’t?!”, her voice interrupted the trance we shared. “Nope, never.”, I smiled, the corners of my mouth turning up in evil delight, my eyes giving a sly knowing wink. He hardly had time to protest or agree before she took a handful of his shirt at his chest and began towing him into the living room.

Following, I made my way around into the room, noticing familiar couples and one single male standing with a drink in hand eyes already interested in what the cat had dragged in. I quickly made my way around the room, greeting those we had met previously with a brief hug and kiss and coming to a stop at the new guy. Making eye contact with the unknown man, I smiled politely in acknowledgment and extended a hand, “Belle.”, I said, then turned my attention to the center of the room where Adam had been lead and directed to stand still. I didn’t give him the opportunity to return the greeting. I simply nodded towards the center of the room, “That’s Adam.”.

As his eyes drew in that direction, mine followed. Wasting no time, his wife I assumed, was working at the buttons holding Adam’s well-fitted shirt closed across his broad chest. Fumbling under alcohol’s influence, she required Adam’s guidance as each button presented a fresh challenge for her uncoordinated fingers. Laughing at herself but having successfully loosed his shirt, she pulled it from his shoulders and down his muscular arms, lacing her fingers between shirt and flesh as he pulled his arms through the sleeves. Unexpectedly, she mashed the cloth between her hands and catapulted it through the room before jumping right back in to remove his tight-fitted undershirt. She ran her hand down his abs in an appraising manner before grasping it at the waist and using two hands to tug it abruptly up his torso. Adam helped her effort, raising his arms and crossing them behind his head, pulling his undershirt off at the neck in one swift motion. The sudden appearance of his strong arms and defined torso made her pause, appreciating what she had discovered, her gaze circling in careful observation. As she had done with his shirt, she crumped and launched Adam’s undershirt through the crowd of guests who’s eyes were all now focused on her dramatic display. Encouraged she grabbed for his belt in a rush to unwrap the rest of him. Clumsy still, she had trouble navigating the frame and prong of Adam’s thick leather belt, the buckle being stiff and heavy, it’s a difficult task even sober. Adam again assisted with the buckle and continued with the button as her impatient hands darted to his zipper, yanking it downwards.

Watching from the side of the room, I was enjoying the sheepish grin Adam had growing slowing across his face. His eyes met mine, and his shoulders gave a small rise, indicating he had no idea what her end goal was, but he was seemly still game to continue. I returned his smile with my own, tossing my hands up, letting him know he was on his own.

With a swift motion, Adam’s pants were roughly brought to the floor, stopping at his ankles as his feet were still tied securely into his shoes. I choked back a short laugh as she crouched over her towering heels to peel the pants from his legs. Unable to process what was stopping her rather aggressive disrobing, she pulled at his pants as if she’d never taken a pair off before. She lifted and tugged and pushed at his pants as I fought back more laughter from the corner. I thought this is where she would give up once she realized he wasn’t wearing shoes that he could easily be relieved of. Adam had chosen to wear his soft-blue, leather Timberland boots that laced well past his ankles, no easy way in or out of a pair of Timberlands. She was undeterred and determined, but as with the buttons, her fingers roamed the knots keeping his shoes tied as if she were looking for a lever that reveals a secret chamber. I could barely contain myself as she worked around the legs of his pants, clueless and incapable, poking and touching and seeming to expect them to suddenly disappear from Adam’s feet.

While I was holding back the laughter building inside me, our gracious host, beautiful ‘Elle,’ swooped in to save the day. Unlike ‘The Real House Wife,’ she worked quickly, releasing one boot and then helped with the other. Adam, with pants around his ankles, maneuvered one boot behind the other to step on the heel and pulled, briefly losing balance before pulling his foot from boot and jeans. Elle held the second boot to the ground as he stepped to free himself from the other. Unsatisfied, The Real House Wife, still crouched at his feet, began removing the socks from his feet then balling and rocketing them to opposing locations. Nearly falling, she lowered her knees to the ground as she reached for each article of clothing, and again, unceremoniously tossed them aside. Each boot flung like an ax to different corners of the room followed by the heavy denim thud and clank of his thick belt as his pants landed in a pile. She then began gingerly finding each foot, reaching upward for an assist from Adam, who took her hand and effortlessly hoisted her to her feet.

As she recovered, adjusting the hem of her dress and pulling her hair to one side, she kept her focus on Adam who was now standing in his underwear, confidently holding his hands on both hips. She was looking at him with a steady sexy intent that instead came off rather corny. I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth to hold back the grin and compressed my diaphragm to suppress the laughter. Crossing my left arm in front of me holding my side, I clasped my right hand over my mouth, hoping I could parlay the giggling as tremors in my stomach threaten to erupt from deep within. A belly laugh was imminent if things proceeded.

She clearly liked Adam’s body and appraised it with her eyes briefly before jutting a hand to the waist of his underwear. Pulling the elastic band with one hand and then the other, she unceremoniously forced his underwear to the floor. Adam’s hands moved from his hips down over his now exposed penis, and he shot me a small uncomfortable half-smile that is easily confused with his silly, “whoops, did I do that?”, smile. My laughter subsided quickly, but it seemed Adam was still game to continue as he didn’t make any move to stop his disrobing. It didn’t occur to me that Adam was now the only naked person in the room.

The Real House Wife took a bottle from the mantel and handed the warm whipped cream to Adam. He once shot me a quick glance as she instructed him to put some on his penis. As he pointed it at his dick to apply the cream, giving the bottle a small shake, it suddenly erupted like a penis prematurely losing its load. In amused shock, I choked back a single laugh as I watched the warm cream spurt from the nossil directly on her eye, cheek, mouth, and neck. I swallowed the bemused, pitiful chuckles as my humor turned to unease. “It’s not the same for the guys as it is for the girls.”, a man said from my left. Her husband, I assumed. “Oh?” I asked now somewhat nervously as I looked on. It was about now that, I came to realize something wasn’t up and by up, I mean, nothing was up, Adam was completely, and painfully, soft. Adam is not into this, and he is not having fun. Shit. I don’t know what to do. I do nothing. I watch.

I started to realize this comedy was actually a horror flick, bringing back the anxiety of the first time I watched ‘The Blob’, as a ten-year-old child. The uncomfortable feeling of panic rising through me as the pink sludge slowly grew, seeping through cracks and air vents and consuming everything in its path — the sensation of wanting to take action combined with the paralyzing agony of not knowing what to do. I was useless. I did nothing but stand there blankly still holding my hand over my mouth.

He was standing there bare, with the bottle of cream in one hand as he awkwardly tried to apply and catch the whipped cream as it flopped limply from the can to his soft phallus. She had retouched her face enough to attempt continuing but teetered precariously atop her heels she was indeed inebriated well ahead of everyone else. She then realizes that Adam isn’t hard, the shocked disbelief on her face as she turned to her husband said it all which must have prompted his swift movement around me and across the room. He grabbed her by the elbow, drug her up to her feet and then out the door, not stopping to say a thing or meet anyone’s gaze. Just like that they vanished, leaving Adam standing naked and alone holding the cream in one hand and searching for something to clean himself with the other.

Fortunately for Adam, there where other ladies there that gladly jumped in to help. ‘Elle,’ a party host and ‘Angie,’ the whole reason I had agreed to attend a second party. They guided him over to the ottoman at the center of the room and began to lick and suck the milky remnants of cream from his waist and thighs. Still, Adam did not get hard as the situation had gone beyond sexy or funny, now he was just embarrassed and looking for an exit, eyes darting, pleading for help. “I actually just need a shower.”, he shrugged and began his exit.

I finally broke from my stupor and began searching the room with my eyes before locating and handing Adam his undershirt, pants, and underwear. The host directed him to use his upstairs shower which Adam made a swift retreat for with his crumbled pile of clothing, the only thing that hid his nakedness. I then began picking up his boots and searching, in vain, for his socks and shirt that had been rocketed across the room.

Being pretty confident Adam would be done with the evening, I collected my drink and began gathering the rest of our belongings from the dining room. I stood in the kitchen with my coat on and bag over my shoulder, waiting for sometime before he emerged downstairs with a smile on.

I have to give it to Adam; he recovered from his humiliation like it didn’t phase him more than say, spilling water on the counter. He was cool, calm, collected and fucking hot with the heat of the shower still illuminating his sharp cheekbones and chiseled jaw. The redness in his skin the only indication anything was amiss, his gaze was steel and steady with his deep green eyes finding mine, giving a flirty smile and a wink.

“You want to go?” I mouthed.

Episode 6 Orgy Story, Part 3
​-By Belle

Adam and his dazzling wide smile shook me off with a shrug while mouthing, "No...", as if nothing had happened at all. He seemed completely unphased. I was impressed actually, had our roles been reversed we would have been done. He appeared not only okay but ready to get the party going as his usual instigating self. 
Of course, I knew why he was sticking it out. He was here with a goal in mind, and that goal's name was, "Angie." She was absolutely beautiful with her light olive skin and dark chocolate eyes that matched her long silky hair. Loose curls hung down her back, stopping just below her shoulders blades that were sharp and well defined. Her full lips were painted a candy apple red and framed perfect white teeth. She wore a black dress that was tightly fitted about the waist and hips. The neckline plunged low, showing off the curve of firm breasts that were loosely draped with delicate sheer fabric, hinting at bare nipples underneath. The back was completely open her toned muscles and sexy shoulder blades on full display. The material began again just below the small of her back and hugged tightly to her ass, the hem ending just below the crest of her buttocks, and short enough to see a bit curve. Naturally sexy, the way she moved, the way she laughed, the flirty side glances through thick dark lashes and sexy sly smile, everything about Angie said fuck me. 
Adam would want her; I wanted him to have her. 
Still standing in the kitchen, ready to go, I found myself turning back to her now. Adam's appearance had briefly interrupted our conversation. She was worried we might leave, she wanted him too. It was there between the lines, even if she wasn't direct. As I turned back to her, I shrugged my shoulders, "Guess we're not leaving after all?", I mused. She seemed pleased. Yes, she was definitely interested in him.  
Taking the bag from my shoulder, I slung it over the arm of the closest chair and tucked my cell phone in the pocket of my coat before slipping it off my shoulders and resting it over my purse. Pausing to adjust my hair to the side and shift and uncomfortable sequin at my armpit. 
"​Love,​ your dress.", Angie said with a little more admiration than she probably intended. Nerves, I thought. I didn't blame her, we're all nervous here. "Thanks." I responded, "It's miserable to wear. Looking forward to taking it off. "I smiled. Glancing at her husband, I added, "Plus Adam likes what I have on underneath, it's ​much​ more fun to touch.", hinting at my hidden garment. It was almost an invitation, Elle and Angie both reached to stroke the sides of my dress, "Is it okay if we touch?" they asked. "You have something underneath?" Angie replied with a puzzled tone. "Can we see?", her husband, Brad, jumped in, seemingly interested for the first time. "Sure, but my dress is kind of a pain to take off.". 
Without missing a beat, Angie, and our hostess, Elle, simultaneously offered to relieve me of the job, "Can we help you?". The men in the room had stopped their personal conversations, and now all eyes had turned our way, anticipation filling the room. "It'd be rude not to." I winked. 
With Angie on my left and Elle on my right, they began slowly removing two thin spaghetti straps from my shoulders, pulling them down, gently folding sequined material, and slowly revealing the black lace covered cups that held my breasts. Eyes were intent on my body as they worked in tandem, rolling and scooting my gown careful over my body to the floor, stopping to help me step each silver heeled foot free. 
"Holy shit. That's fucking hot." 
"Wow, that is incredible." 
The lacy black bodysuit had long cutouts revealing plenty of naked skin in front and baring nearly all in the back with just a thong that caressed my hips and tucked between my round ass cheeks. Long blond curls hid the rest, giving an illusion that I was topless. 
"Should we move this to the other room?" Adam offered. 
I lead the way, dramatically swinging my hips from side to side as I drew a finger behind me, beckoning all to follow. 
Couples crowded their way into the living room, as I called for attention, and asked for a volunteer. Not skipping a beat Brad offered himself up. Instructing him to lay down on the ottoman at the center of the room, I knelt down next to him on the ottoman and began lighting touching and stroking his body. He had been standing in the kitchen in nothing but his underwear, which made it easy for me to lightly brush the pads of my fingertips across his skin, occasionally stopping to drag my nails softly down his legs. I took my time working up and down his body, coming closer to his waist and inner thighs as I passed, grazing the space between his leg and his penis, teasing with my touch and my breath as I brought my lips lower and closer to his body. Slowly, I took my time, 
teasing, breathing closer to his body, grazing the ends of his hair with my lips, and softly brushing against the front of his briefs. 
Aware of the couples around us, and more onlookers gathered at the doorway, the thrill of having an audience began to excite me. Straddling his legs, I flipped my hair to the side, dramatically raising my hands to my face, sliding them around the back of my head, lacing fingers through my hair into a ponytail. Holding tightly with one hand, slowly pulling, pushing to the end of my gathered ponytail, tracing the other down my face, neck, and breast. Passing over the lacy fabric that covered my torso, over my navel, pressing my hand to my mound, spreading and touching a middle finger to my lace-covered lips. 
Locking eyes, my lip tucked up between my teeth. A smile spread wide across Brad's face, and he shot his hands to my hips, pulling me close, grinding his penis between my legs as he ran his hand up my sides and around my waist. I could feel his shaft growing and stiffening through the thin fabric holding it in, and I pressed harder against him, 
provoking and desiring his erection. Lowering his head to my breasts, he kissed the tops of each one, kissing up my chest and neck while pulling me closer into his lap. The twitching of arousal stirred in my groin, each rock of his hips I could feel myself moisten. 
Holding me tightly, kissing my body and continuing to grind eager hips into my swelling clit, he pulled me onto his now fully hard dick, the material separating his penis from my slit seemed to disappear as we rubbed and pushed and pulled at each other's hips. Hands eagerly explored each other's bodies as we kissed, sucked, and gently bit around each other's neck and ears. 
I teased at the corner of Brad's mouth before turning my face, giving his lips access, he gladly pressed his lips to the recess between my jaw and earlobe. The motion of his body and the touch of his lips to my skin stirred a lustfulness within me; my eyes closed and my head rolled back as I took in a deep breath and released it. I opened my eyes to 
find him intently watching, a broad smile, turned into a small, quiet laugh. He mused back at me, looking deeply into my eyes he put his hand to the back of my head and brought me in close, parting his lips as they met mine for the first time. 
The kiss released a mutual sexual tension that had been building, erupting into a sudden frenzy of kissing, licking, and sucking. Tongues danced, flicking and searched the other, lips kissed softly and firmly and softly again, eagerly, pressing into each other's mouths. 
Playfully pulling away, I leaned backward, stretching away from him, bringing my hands to rest behind me on his knees. "You are incredible.", he said breathlessly. Stroking his hands down my body, squeezing them at my waist, pressing me back and away from him, he looked slowly from my wet crotch to my breast. "Can we take this off?", he smiled slyly, 
touching a finger to the top of my lingerie. "I mean, it's amazing, but I want what's underneath.". 
Standing, I shrugged the straps from my shoulders one at a time and then watched his eyes follow my hands, sliding everything to the floor. Not taking his eyes away, he bounced quickly in his seat, removing his underwear in one quick motion. "Better.", he purred, reaching a hand to my breast and cupping it, squeezing and kneading it into his hand. 
I lowered my lips to meet his as he pulled me into his lap and kissing me deeply once again. A flurry of licks and sucks were re-ignited, peppered with small laughs, and smiles as we teased and thrust together, making as much contact as we could with our naked parts. 
Then, there was a tap on my shoulder. 
"Your husband says we should switch every 5 minutes." 

Episode 6: Orgy Story, Part 4-By Belle


"Oh, did he?" I mused, half worried that he wasn't having any fun and half annoyed that Adam had just thrown a wet towel at the moment. My mind raced for a moment, thinking Elle was feeling rejected and standing alone with no one to play with.  
I had not noticed anything happening around us for some time now. Adam had gotten caught up in watching the display at the center of the room while Carl was quick to grab Angie and start playing. That left Elle, with her beautiful satiny skin and big brown eyes.  
Brad continue grinding, "What'd she say?" he breathed.  
"That we should switch." 
"Uh-uh.", he shook his head side to side, smiling as he pulled me again and pulled my face into his.  
"Nope, I'm having fun." I teased, smiling through our kiss, "Do you have a condom?".  
"I do." He said, lifting me as he stood, "I'll be right back, DON'T, go anywhere." 
Winking to let him know I would be right where he left me, I rolled over on the ottoman to have a look around at the couples in various stages of sex around me. 
Adam was on his knees, face buried. Angie's legs stretched wide, her head back, hair draped over the couch, arms clutching pillows to each side, in ecstasy. "Mmmm, I know how good that feels.", I thought. Adam's warm tongue licking, lips gently sucking and pulling as his hands lifted her ass to his face. As if holding a large slice of watermelon, he indulged in Angie's slit, slurping and swallowing her juices, enjoying his favorite treat. 
Glancing briefly to the side, I noticed Elle & Carl had been joined by another party-goer, and things appeared to be going rather well. Confident Elle wasn't being left out, I turned my attention back to Adam.  
Being lured in by the sights and sounds of Angie's pleasure, I moved to her side, watching her body rise and fall with each moan. "He's so good at that, isn't he?" I purred in her ear. Her mouth opened in arousal as she made eye contact with me, took in a sharp breath, and slowly nodded her approval. "Do you like women?" I murmured, drawing my finger up her body from Adam's head to the crest of her breast, stopping to wait for her response.  
"I do." 
Taking her soft breast in my hand, I softly squeezed to gauge her reaction. Gently pinching her nipple between my thumb and side of my first finger, I pulled, carefully watching her eyes to see if it registered as pleasure. A leaned into me, placing her hand on my body and stroking, asking and telling me she wanted more, raising her lips towards mine.  
"Sorry." 
Brad sheepishly returned with dick in one hand and an unwrapped condom in the other. 
"I couldn't find the right one.", his smile was endearing and sexy. 
"Get over here and fuck me.", I winked back. Crossing arms with Angie, we took each other's soft breasts in hand, meeting our lips, softly kissing and caressing as Adam ate her. 
"Ffffffuck.", he hissed, stroking himself, hurrying to roll the condom on. With tragic clumsiness, he struggled. Watching him, him taking in a sudden deep breath and urgently stroking his cock. Watching Brad out the corner of my eye, his urgency making me smile, as I continued to kiss and lick and touch and tease him as I played with his wife.  
Kneeling, taking my hips, pulling me to him, he placed his hard cock to my wet pussy and pressed. Feeling him at my entrance, I rocked my hips into him, asking him to break through my tight slit. Again he pulled me, harder this time, as I pushed down on him, flexing and looking into his eyes, challenging him to take me. Excited, he repositioned himself over me on the couch, spreading my legs wide, bringing his cock to me again and firmly making entrance with his tip. His whole face smiled as he looked into mine, "Fuck.", he exhaled. Eyes, closing, mouth wide with pleasure, he pushed passed my opening. He stopped, shutting his eyes tightly, slowly exhaling again, then taking his time, penetrating deep, pausing, pressing deeper, slowly withdrawing the full length of his shaft. Alternating fucking slow and deep with faster more shallow thrusts, his stamina increasing as my pussy relaxed around his cock to fit his girth.
Angie and I maintained our grasp on each others breasts as we were fucked and eaten. The touch and feel of her tits in my hand aroused me as her husband eagerly fucked my pussy. I rocked and flexed against his dick, hips begging for him to make me explode on his cock. Feeling his pace slow and then quicken again, I sensed he was close to coming. I wanted so badly to fuck him bareback, feeling his hot cum spurt inside me, enjoying the sensation of his dick pulsing each burst deep into my body.
Brad leaned down, kissing me deeply, then suddenly lifting his head with a moan he came, hard, thrusting aggressively into my slit, taking me by the ass and pulling me firmly onto his erupting cock. Excitement surged through me at the sight of his muscles, ridged and straining as his orgasm jerked through his body. Squeezing and thrusting hard against his cock as he came, the rush of want and need coursing through my eager pussy, I continued rocking and grasping his dick with my muscles. Sensing I was close, he fucked desperately into my slit, working hard against his own tremors and spasms to keep the blistering pace.
With a groan, he slumped against me, my body on the edge, but left there to dangle.

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I was standing in the door of the dining room when a very petite woman in a tight beige dress with a plunging neckline that barely held in her bulging round breasts came stumbling out of the doorway to my left. Her perfectly quaffed blonde hair appeared held frozen in place, teased high with an Aquanet finish. Her eyes were edged in smoky tones of grey and black with lips that looked freshly plumped into a permanent pucker. At the tips of her fingers, her nails jutted off a half of an inch, perfectly manicured in a trendy French style. Long dangling earrings stretched for her shoulders, at her wrists tinkling bangles caught the light at every angle, and her feet were perched atop the highest heels an arch could possibly handle. She was pulling off the look in the most classy way she could, and one could easily take her for the arm candy trophy wife of a wealthy man.