"Fine, Fly Boy."She barks.There is clear animosity in her tone.She brushes him aside, knocking his bags out of the way, and enters the elevator.
He starts to say something else but closes his mouth, stunned.The look on his face is priceless.I can't help but giggle.He winks at me, then heads down to his place.I stare after him, watching as he walks to his apartment.
Lucy holds the doors open for me."You.Come."She commands me.
But what I hear is, 'you cum.'I whisper to myself."I intend to."I rub my twitching palms down the fronts of my thighs, bending over slightly.Pushing my tits together, I smile at the motion of his perfect physique moving with perfect posture.
His tank top shows off his teres major and deltoid muscles, but it is his ass that holds my eye.His gluteus is maximus!The whole package walking away makes me whisper."The man truly walks like a fucking God!"
Lucy asks, "What you say?"
When he reaches his door, he shifts the bags to one hand, pulls out his key, and looks back at me as he unlocks it.
Busted.
He grins and waits.
I grin and turn to Lucy."Oh, I said, 'I've left my car keys, Oh my God.'You go on down without me."
"Mmmhmm."She shakes her head as the elevator doors close."Fly Boys, day no good."
When I turn back to Moore, he has gone inside.I sigh as I start walking backward to my apartment.What if I walked down there, knocked, and said, 'How about that bottle of wine now?'
If I did that, I wouldn't be going to the cocktail party.Poor TD would cry for sure!
Be patient.You didn't get Moore's first name, but you got a killer wink.
One last obligation, then you can devote yourself totally to him.Finding out his name will pale compared to finding out what delights we will explore until May 1st.
Back in my bedroom, I hang my diva dress, my Black & Blue Baby, on the closet door.I stare at it in silence.There are so many great memories tied up in this dress.I've entertained so many people.
I have an awesome support team that makes everything run smoothly.When I return, I need to do something special for them to let them know how much I truly appreciate all they do.Maybe I will fly everyone to Colorado for a few days.
I should update my Facebook fan pages.I've been neglecting them.I open my Mac Book Pro and sit with my legs in a yoga stretch on the bed.I go to Facebook.I'm impressed every time I check my pages.The number of fans I have for Surreal is around 750k, but Seary has a very respectable 300k.
When I finish, I check the time.It's 8 o'clock—time to get ready.
After my shower, I apply a light brush of silver with a tad of smoky navy at the corners of my eyes.That will be enough to make my green eyes pop.I will turn heads, harden cocks, and wet pussies.
It will feel good to be a Diva again.Cat was right.I lovingly step into my Black & Blue Baby, then lean over so my boobs fall forward, pull the specially designed bodice in place, and close the miniature quick snap on the collar.When I straighten up, everything settles into place perfectly.
The diamond-shaped bodice has a tight choker-style collar of super soft black leather.There are no sleeves and no back.It is made of a unique blend of spandex and microfiber in indigo blue and contains a sizeable heart-shaped hole cut in the bosom.The top point of the heart lays at the top of my cleavage, flat against my breast bone.It then goes up and out, rounds inward, barely missing my nipples, and ends at a point at the bottom of my cleavage.
Hidden in the lining are push-up pads, which keep my breasts plump in the heart hole and on full display.A heavy black braid forms a bigger heart around the rest of the bodice.It starts at the top of the open heart, but the sides of this heart go down the outside of my tits, hugging them and also serving to keep everything in place while I maneuver on the pole.The sides move inward above my waist, traveling down below my navel and finishing at a point at my hidden heart.
I hear Cat's training voice.No one is immune to the sexual arousal tits stir within.No one!
The dress was designed so my DD's jiggle with a grace all their own when I strut.Like an ocean wave, the eyes are spellbound.
The super short, soft, black leather skirt also forms the shape of a heart both in the front and in the back.The heart point in the front starts where the heavy black braid ends.It arches up over my hips, then around to the back, where it hugs my full, firm ass like a glove.Laying on the tops of my butt cheeks, the top point of the heart in the rear sits at the crack of my ass.
In the front and back, the hemline is cut at an angle so that only half of a bottom point is made, but the impression is of another heart shape.From the back, the only fabric you see is what is covering my ass.The cut, the lay, and the design allow the material to move when I strut in my stilettos with each cheek rolling, like a heart beating.
The whole dress is a fucking work of art!
Instantly, I feel like the million-dollar baby I am.The final touch is my black leather stilettos.I slip into them, then roll up in a classic stripper move, complete with a hair toss.
I'm feeling good!
