The bride wore white. Cloistered in a room where the covered windows were decked with creamy roses, Marcia could barely believe that she was finally here, in a church, about to be married to a real, honest-to-goodness prince. Her very own Prince Charming. Prince Joseph Stewart Carrington III, anyway. But would she have all of these ladies in waiting if she weren't about to become a princess? Would she have this opulent dress, hand-stitched with pearls by palace seamstresses? Someone teased her hair as someone else put the finishing touches on her fingernails. All around her, women cooed and glowed over her. She tried to enjoy the privacy. Outside, and for the rest of her life, a media circus waited.
The stage was empty and so were the seats. Not for long, though. Wendy thumped the pin-sized clip-on mic in her hand and listened with satisfaction to the response of the theater's state-of-the-art sound system.
There was no time like the present. Kylie fluffed her generous breasts so that they hung nicely in her red halter top ball gown. A glance at her cleavage told her that she was ready to catch herself a rich old man. Her breasts were as succulent as two ripe melons. A quick check of her makeup in a compact, a quick shimmy of the shaper keeping her panty line hidden, and she was ready. She pasted a sensual smile on her face. It was the one she'd practiced in a mirror night after night, preparing for this moment.
“I just want to feel like a different person for a while.”
The spiral turned. Endlessly it spun, pulling her eyes deep, pulling her mind down, down, down. Once, she had been conscious of words, but now they simply flowed into her. Deeper. Sexier. Her breath was quick and her mind was blank. Deeper. Obedient. Her pussy throbbed with need as her bare thighs became wet. They were rubbing together independent of her will, independent of her control.
The club was packed. Sadie couldn't remember being in a place that was so exhilarating. But wasn't that just perfect? She was 21, and having her first nightclub experience! She hoped she'd dressed right. She'd ripped her tightest T-shirt across the boobs to show off both her impressive cleavage, and her taste in music. Maybe the Daisy Dukes were a little much, but the boys didn't seem to mind. Sadie batted her eyes at one, and received her first free drink. She smiled as she lifted her margarita to him, but the sip made her grimace. She hadn't known what else to order, but anything had to taste better than this!