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May tenth

Sitting in the living room waiting for my mom to get out the shower so I can tell her I'm going out. Got ready in my dirty room where I shoved stuff around and reached into the birthday gift bag I discarded in the closet, to pull out two twenties to press them into the pocket of my wallet, next to three Tylenols. Three, because I took one, in addition to one I grabbed off my incense stand. My hair is pulled back, has been since I decided to get ready and jointly decided that it fits my looks. Wearing a top I bought from Neiman marcus, bloomingdales, and I swore as I billed the brown top it was the xs- I'd gotten two shirts. But one's black, and that ones the X-small. This one is small and I can tuck my black bra straps under its neck, though during the night they'll stand out with movement. I know this, but it's sloppier to not try in the first place. I spotted some heels on the bottom stand of my closet, from a birthday two summers ago, say 'nineteen.' They say hi to me now and I put them on my feet because I need to wear new shoes. I'll buy more shoes. I curl my lashes twice on each side, customarily, and as I apply mascara I admire the coating. I move my hand around my bag from last weekend and apply my eight dollar life changing lipstick. It feels more ordinary now but it looks good. I roll perfume oil onto my skin again for the second time. Have it sink in. I have gum in my mouth but the container is too large to fit in my bag. I notice quickly I also have another, smaller roll on and cough drops in the bag. I would've tried for jewelry but I need a new chain so I go without. I'm not really a fan for jewelry anyways, though I did wince as I stuck amber circles into my ears. Music has played through this. Still sitting in the living room. It's nine-twenty, and the time was to be at her house by nine, though not everyone will be there by nine, and she lives ten minutes away okay my mom came out. Got permission im in my car ttyl world

Nine twenty-four

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The reaction she had to his offer was somewhat amusing to Hunter. Obviously this is what not what she had expected. With this tux for the night on his boat he was able to walk around the venue in much more casual clothes making him appear as part of the staff in her eyes. When she dropped the cupcake on his hand he laughed as he noticed the frosting on this thumb he pulled away smirking at her with delight. “Oh you must certain can. I insist,” he emphasized that with firm eye contact with her. “You wouldn’t be imposing. Like I said I want you here no questions asked. You bring up a concern I’ll counter somehow,” he smirked maintaining that eye contact as he slowly sucked the frosting from his thumb. With his eyes closed he sighed with delight. “That tastes so sweet, maybe if I’m lucky enough I’ll see if you taste just as good.” With a wink he reached into his wallet pulling out a card he didn’t mind giving to a stranger. “Now, you’re going to take this card and head over to Neiman Marcus. You’ll ask for Yasmine she’ll be expecting you. She’ll get you a dress, handle the hair the makeup anything you need. Don’t worry about the card she’ll keep it for me. Then she’ll get you in a car to bring you right back here to me.” He stepped closer moving to cup her face in his hand brushing his thumb over her cheek accidentally leaving some frosting behind he missed. “The one thing I’m unsure of is the name of the special woman I am sending her way.” Hunter briefly looked away picking up the empty box the cake came in. “Sutton’s Sweets,” he whispered turning back to her. He leaned in whispering in her ear, “Sutton Donnelley sounds wonderful if you ask me.” He hummed before quickly kissing her cheek licking away the frosting he left behind. “Say yes Sutton, please don’t make me have to beg. It’s not at all attractive but you seem total worth it if I have to.” 

it  was becoming even more clear that he was guy  that hadn’t heard no much in his life, but with everything that was happening sutton had found herself under his spell. he was making everything sound so enticing and this was something she’d wanted -  no matter if her life would go back to normal tomorrow. her lips had parted to speak, going to tell him her name before he was getting it on his own, and his tongue was against her cheek causing a soft gasp to fall from her lips. ❝ okay, okay, fine! ❞ sutton spoke as she was taking the card from him, shaking her head with smile. ❝ i won’t make you beg, at least not yet. but you have to put the rest of these boxes away then. ❞ which really only consisted of one last box, but if he was sending her away, then she was tasking him with that. ❝ you’re lucky i’ve never been on a yacht before. ❞ sutton teased, giving him a wave before she was disappearing. everything in the next hours had happened so fast, from the shopping to the hair and makeup and finally the dress that was much too expensive for something like this. it wasn’t her first time attending a high class event, but it was the first time that she’d been this dressed up, getting out of the car she had caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. she’d looked great, the dress hugging her in all the right places, but now the nerves had set in. being escorted into the event, sutton had began to look around, realizing that she hadn’t known a single person there, and she wasn’t sure what to do. there had been a few people staring, to which she still wasnt sure if it was a good or bad thing.

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🙋‍♀️🤍💚 Masters of the Scene, Chapter 9 (Bitney Parent Trap AU) - Veronica 

A/N: Hey y’all! This chapter is brought to you by the AQ Pride Challenge! It uses joy, party, and “make it rain” during the shopping spree section. I could probably also make an argument for lust, but I don’t want to push it. 😜 As always, thank you so much to @tumble4rpdr for being an amazing and incredibly thoughtful beta reader. 

Click here for prequels and previous chapters, or here if you’d rather read on AO3. 

Chapter Summary: Adore helps Courtney prepare for their trip to the Hamptons, the twins are reunited, and Bianca gets a shock. 

***

“Well? What do you think?” Courtney asked. 

They were in the salon, Adore waiting for her at reception, flipping through magazines. Adore pulled out her ear buds and looked up, a huge smile spreading across her face. 

“You look so good!” she squealed, and then crossed her arms smugly. “And come on. I was right about the lashes, wasn’t I?” 

Courtney rolled her eyes. It wasn’t something she planned on making a habit of, but lash extensions did seem to make a huge difference on her face, especially since her own lashes were blonde. “You were right. I guess.” She stuck out her tongue playfully. 

Adore giggled, then reached out to grab her hand. “Time to shop!” 

“I have to pay first,” Courtney laughed, “But I wanted to make sure you approved.” 

She headed back to the reception counter, Adore practically skipping at her side. Courtney squeezed her hand, feeling incredibly grateful for this time together, and for the way their relationship had deepened so much over these past few days. It was what she’d always wanted—and what part of her dreaded that she’d never have when Bianca and Adore had moved to New York. 

“Okay,” Adore said, showing Courtney a map on her phone, “I think we should go to Beverly Hills. Saks and Neiman Marcus are on the same block, and then we can hit Rodeo Drive.” 

“Since when are you so label-conscious?” Courtney asked, pulling out her wallet. 

“Well…I’m not. But Mama has really high standards.” 

Courtney suppressed another eye roll, saying, “I know that, but I’m not trying to impress anyone.” 

“You’re not?” Adore raised an eyebrow. 

“Well…I don’t want to pretend like I’m something that I’m not,” Courtney explained. She supposed, if she really broke it down, that she did want to impress Bianca. Of course she did—but she didn’t want to appear as if she was trying too hard. It was a delicate balance that she wasn’t sure she could explain to an 11-year-old, no matter how precocious and seemingly sophisticated she was. 

“Okay…but what if you were yourself, only with really nice clothes?” 

“Believe it or not, I do have nice clothes. I just don’t wear them when I’m gardening.” Courtney finished signing the receipt with a flourish for dramatic emphasis. 

“I know, but won’t it be fun to splurge on some new things? You deserve it.” Adore looked up at her, that irresistible, mischievous smirk on her face. 

“I could use some shoes,” Courtney admitted, putting her wallet back into her bag.  

“There ya go! Mama likes Louboutins.” 

“Of course she does.” Courtney wrapped an arm around Adore’s shoulders and led her towards the door, shaking her head. 

Eight stores and six shopping bags later, Adore was finally satisfied. And the truth, that Courtney didn’t care to admit, was that once she started trying on clothes and shoes, the whole process was actually really fun. Especially letting Adore style her and give her advice; it was hard to tell based on how she dressed every day, but Adore had clearly absorbed buckets of fashion knowledge from Bianca over the years. Her favorite part was emerging from the dressing room, how she always knew when something looked good from the look of sheer delight on Adore’s face—and the opposite, how her complete lack of a poker face told Courtney right away when something wasn’t working. 

Either way, she would ham it up, spinning and twirling and serving model poses until Adore was either shrieking with excitement that she buy the outfit immediately or doubled over laughing, begging her to “take it off, for the love of god!” 

Really, the hardest part for Courtney, ever since Adore had revealed her identity, was to refrain from smothering her with heaps of affection, showering her with all the love she had. But by today, it seemed like Adore was willing to accept it. At least, she didn’t seem to mind when Courtney impulsively gave her big hugs or kissed the top of her head or cupped her cheeks to marvel at how lovely she was. Adore even initiated some of the affection herself, revealing the cuddly nature that Courtney remembered from when she was small, before all the shit hit the fan. 

Their last stop was at Gucci, pure indulgence in the form of new luggage to replace the beat-up set Courtney’d been dragging around the world for five years. 

“Alright,” Courtney said, shutting the bags in the trunk of her car, a bright blue hybrid Subaru Crosstrek that Adore had taken to calling ‘LG’ for ‘Lesbian Goals.’ “Wanna walk to Urth Caffe for a bite to eat? It’s only a few blocks away.” 

“Walk? In Los Angeles?” Adore asked, eyes round with surprise, tone dripping with very familiar sarcasm. “Are you even allowed to do that?” 

Courtney pulled her in for a hug, laughing. “I got special permission from Mayor Garcetti, since my child is a bona fide New Yorker.” 

Adore giggled, hugging her back tightly around the waist. “Well in that case, sure.” 

***

Danny waited anxiously by the bay window, drumming his fingers on the sill. Bianca had left with Fame for the venue a little while before. Frankly, he thought it was pretty rude that he wasn’t invited to the party. But as Bianca explained when she was giving him a hug and kiss goodbye, ‘it’s a grown-up party,’ and they’d have a chance to celebrate as a family when he visited over Christmas. 

He supposed it was good that he could be here when Adore and Mum arrived, too. Where were they? It was a Saturday, traffic from the airport shouldn’t be this bad. Maybe they’d gotten stuck behind an accident. Maybe they’d gotten stuck inan accident. He picked up his phone, panic filling his chest just as a text buzzed in. 

ARIEL: 5 MIN! SEE YOU SOON, ROACH!

The second he caught a glimpse of the town car pulling into the driveway, Danny leapt to his feet and shot out the door, running barefoot across the grass to fling himself right into his mother’s arms. She embraced him tightly, let him bury his face in her shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of her. It had been almost two months since she’d dropped him off at camp, and while he already knew that he was missing her, it didn’t hit him exactly how much until that moment. The warmth of her arms had always been the safest place in the world, and inhaling the subtle, familiar scent of her rose perfume and fair trade coconut oil made him burst into unexpected tears, wetting her soft cotton top. 

“I missed you so much, Mum,” he sobbed, sniffling and clinging to her. Adore would mock him mercilessly for this, but he didn’t care. “And I-I’m really sorry for lying.” 

“I know, precious, and I missed you too.” Courtney swayed slightly, almost like she was rocking him to sleep, letting him cry it out. She waited until his grip released a bit before pulling back, drying his cheeks with her thumbs and then holding his face affectionately. “Your hair got longer.” 

“Oh…yeah. Do you like it?” 

She nodded, pulling him in for another hug. “Of course I do, I love everything about you.” 

He sighed happily, a feeling of relief washing over him as the tension and anxiety that had been building up in his body seemed to melt away. 

“Uh…what am I, chopped liver?” asked Adore, standing in front of a pile of suitcases with a hand on her hips. 

Courtney pressed a messy kiss to his cheek and then opened her arms to release him. “Go say hi to your sister.” 

Danny turned to Adore, mirroring her pose when he saw what she was wearing, one hand on his hip, head tilted. “I can’t believe you’re wearing that shirt,” he said, gesturing to the Misfits t-shirt, the one that had landed her in the lake back at camp. 

“Why? It’s my favorite,” she said, a cheeky grin on her face. 

“Adore, if you think that I-” Danny was cut off when his sister leapt forward and tackled him into a big bear hug. 

“Missed you, Roach,” she murmured. 

Danny laughed, hugging her back, thrilled that they were finally going to be the team he always wanted. Suddenly, the shirt didn’t matter—if she wanted it, she could have it. 

“Aww, you guys!” Courtney clasped her hands together, clearly thrilled to see them so close, and wrapped her arms around the both of them. 

***

After a quick snack of the healthiest things Courtney could find in Bianca’s fridge (plus a Snickers bar that Adore swiped from the freezer when she wasn’t looking), they all went upstairs to get ready for the party. Danny had already put Courtney’s bags in the guest room, leading Adore to ask him where he planned to sleep. 

“Where I’ve been sleeping,” he informed her, pointing to her hastily-made bed. 

“This is my room!” she shrieked. 

“Yeah, well, I was pretending to be you, where did you think I was gonna sleep?” he laughed. 

“I guess I didn’t think about it.” She wrinkled her nose, slightly disgusted at the thought of a boy in her bed all this time. “I guess we can change the sheets.” 

“Excuse me, only one of us goes to sleep with dirty feet.” 

“You love my dirty feet!” Adore tossed one of her socks at him, giggling when he grimaced in disgust and batted it away like it was on fire. 

“Besides, why are you worried about sheets?” he asked. “We’ve been wearing each other’s underwear.” 

“Omigod, gross!” Adore moaned, slapping her forehead. She really hadn’t thought this through. 

“Hey so, I picked out an outfit for you to wear tonight,” he said, switching gears. He looked so proud that Adore almost hated to burst his bubble. Almost.  

“Aww, that’s so cute that you think I’d wear anything you chose, Roach.” Adore ruffled his hair. 

“Listen, I got pretty good at imitating your wannabe punk style, so…come on. Be honest. You would totally wear this.” 

He pulled a black dress out of the closet. It was short and off the shoulder, with a fluffy tiered shirt. He’d paired it with black fishnet tights covered in purple flowers, black leather fingerless gloves, and shiny purple docs. She folded her arms, trying to be annoyed at how well he’d done, but failing. 

“Well..fine, I’ll wear it,” she sniffed, “since I don’t want to hurt your feelings or anything.” 

“Right,” Danny laughed. 

“That bag is your stuff.” Adore pointed to the red suitcase they’d packed for Danny. “I’m sure you can find some boring button down or whatever. You should probably go change in Mama’s room.” 

“Fine, fine. See you in a few.” 

Adore took her time getting dressed, then sat down to fix her eye makeup and clip in her extensions for the first time since camp. It felt nice to be wearing them again, although she’d forgotten how heavy they were. She added a bunch of silver bangles and was just putting in the black sugar skull earrings Courtney had bought for her on Melrose when there was a knock at the door. 

“Come in.” 

Danny opened the door, striking a sassy pose. He was wearing a turquoise shirt, black pants, and way too much product in his hair. Plus a couple of bracelets that she was pretty sure he’d stolen from her, but she decided not to make a big deal about it. 

“Well? What do you think?” he asked. 

“It’s alright. You looked cuter the last time I saw you.” 

“You mean when I was dressed as you?” 

 “Exactly,” Adore smirked. 

He rolled his eyes and flopped down onto the bed, looking way too comfortable. “I did a good job with your outfit though, didn’t I?” 

“Not terrible,” Adore said, standing and giving him a twirl. 

“I guess you’re over that whole padded bra thing, huh?” 

“Don’t look at my tits!” Adore shrieked, covering her chest with both arms. 

“What tits?” 

Adore stuck her tongue out at him, laughing when he stuck his right back. She pushed him slightly, making room for herself on the bed, when she caught a glimpse of something new pinned to her bulletin board: sketches of some rather cute dresses signed with both ‘BDR’ and her own name. “What are those?” 

“Oh. Well, when I was pretending to be you, I went into work with Mama a bunch of times.”

“Willingly?” 

“Yeah, it was fun.” 

“And she still thought you were me?” Adore laughed. 

“Yeah. We, uh, kind of made them together. Do you like them? I was really trying to channel you.” 

Adore looked at them closer, nodding. “They’re cool. I guess it doesn’t suck that my name is on them.”

Danny smiled proudly, and Adore felt compelled to ruin the moment by slugging him on the shoulder. He grabbed it dramatically, clearly about to make a fuss, when a soft knock sounded on the open door. 

“You can come in, Mum!” 

“Okay, um…” A few moments later, Courtney pushed open the door, standing there with an uncertain expression. 

She looked amazing—Adore took at least half the credit, because the salon excursion was doing most of the work, her hair shiny and healthy and spilling over her shoulders in beachy waves, not to mention how the lash extensions made her green eyes pop. Adore also had to hand it to her; she’d done a decent job with her makeup, the smoky eyes and red lips giving her naturally pretty face a kind of dramatic glamor. 

And her dress was gorgeous, though not one of the ones they’d purchased together—short, red, covered in beads, tailored perfectly and showing a lot of leg. Plus, a pair of Loubs that Mama would definitely appreciate. Adore wouldn’t have changed a thing.  

“Wow!” Danny exclaimed, mouth opening slightly, clearly not used to seeing her like this. 

“But do you think it’s too…” Courtney tugged slightly at the hem, and Adore shook her head vigorously.  

“No. It’s perfect.” She jumped up from the bed, suddenly excited for this dumb party, and especially to see the look on Mama’s face when they walked in. 

***

Courtney hesitated. Just a few more steps and she’d be in the party, facing Bianca once again. Seeing her face up close, actually up close, for the first time in years. Her chest felt tight, stomach in knots. 

This was a terrible idea. What was she thinking, coming here like this? When the idea first occurred to her, she’d been positive that the party would create a kind of neutral safe-zone. That it would force them all to be on their very best behavior, to put the kids first and avoid an argument. 

It suddenly occurred to her that this was a very dangerous assumption. And even if it was true—even if they managed to be civil—she was still about to see her. Part of her knew that she’d have no control over her physical reaction to being in the same space as Bianca again, and that thought was terrifying. 

“Oh god,” she murmured, barely audible. Because as foolish as it was, it seemed far too late to back out now. She swallowed, steeling her nerves. Danny sensed her anxiety like the angel that he was, and took her hand. 

“You look really pretty, Mum,” he said softly. 

“Pretty?” Adore chimed in, taking her other hand. “She looks fuckin’ hot.” 

Courtney pressed grateful kisses to both of her kids’ foreheads, unable to put into words how much she loved them, and then took one last deep breath to calm her frantic heartbeat before stepping inside. 

“Here we go.” 

*

“Thank you,” Bianca smiled, accepting a hug from one of her work colleagues. “We’re so happy you could make it. Right, honey?” 

She was surprised to see the sour expression on her fiancée’s face. 

“Are you okay?” she whispered.  

“Is that your ex-wife?” Fame asked, face scrunched up into a pout. 

“What?!” Bianca turned in the direction she was looking, surprised. There was no way that Courtney would show up here, not tonight...right? 

But there she was. Flanked by both Adore and Danny, strolling towards them with a sunny smile as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Bianca’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest. 

“Omigod,” she exhaled, more air than voice, watching them in slow motion, a lump growing in her throat.   

“I thought you said that you didn’t speak!” Fame muttered through clenched teeth. 

Bianca tried to respond, but found her throat dry and tight. She felt like she was frozen in time, eyes glued to Courtney, unable to look away. Not that she really wanted to look away. 

Because this wasn’t the relatable, casual, wholesome-mum Courtney that she’d been projecting recently on social media. This was a next-level, glammed-up goddess. The smoky-eyed, long-legged vixen that she’d been years ago, back when Bianca hadn’t been able to keep her hands off her. 

And to top it off, she was wearing the hand-beaded red cocktail dress that Bianca had made for her, oh so many years ago. They’d written “summer chic” on the invite, and so the patio was a sea of pastels and neutrals, floaty sundresses and flowing linen. And here was Courtney, the scarlet of her dress as dark as Bianca’s cheeks must be. 

The dress still fit her like a glove, the subtle stretch in the fabric molding to her body perfectly. If possible, it looked even better now than when Bianca first made it. 

It was a dream—a fantasy that Bianca had had more times than she could count, over the years. 

“Bianca! Congratulations!” Courtney sang, lashes fluttering, the picture of good-natured support. 

Bianca’s eyes still didn’t know where to land—her heart was racing, cheeks flushed, knees wobbly—as Bianca became aware of the eyes on her, especially Fame’s, the dream turned into a waking nightmare. In spite of everything, she continued to gape at Courtney with her mouth hanging open. 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she managed to choke out the understatement of the year. “Wh-what are you doing here?” 

“Oh, well,” Courtney said, swinging the kids’ hands at her sides like they were five-year-olds. “I just came to fix our little mix-up with the children, and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to meet their new mother, could I?” 

Bianca’s heart was still pounding in her ears, brow furrowed in confusion, her grip on the wine glass so tight she thought it might shatter. She watched helplessly as Courtney reached out to Fame, pulling her in for a warm hug. 

“You must be Fame. Oh my gosh, you’re just stunning. Danny told me you were beautiful, but...I mean, you’re gorgeous!” 

“Thank you,” Fame said primly, clearly wishing she was anywhere else on the planet, and for that, Bianca couldn’t blame her one bit. The whole situation was horrendously awkward.   

“Courtney, maybe we should-” Bianca croaked out, but she didn’t get very far before Courtney clasped Fame’s hand in hers, continuing on as if she was invisible. 

“I can’t wait to get to know you! Now, is Fame your given name? It’s so unusual.” 

“It’s my brand,” Fame replied drily. 

“Ah! Wonderful!” Courtney flashed another dazzling smile. “Oh! You haven’t met Adore yet, have you?” 

“Uhh. No, I guess not.” 

Bianca hadn’t gone into too much detail about the twins’ switch, just enough to explain why there was suddenly a young boy in their house where there had previously been a girl. Which probably explained why Fame looked incredibly uncomfortable. 

“Adore, say hello to Fame,” Courtney coaxed, her arm around Adore’s slim shoulders, prodding her forward. 

“Hello, Fame, charmed,” Adore held her hand up as if she expected Fame to kiss it, hamming up the moment like only she could. 

“Alright, knock it off!” Bianca barked, downing her wine. It was much easier to snap at Adore in this scenario than Courtney, even though the whole awkward encounter was her fault. 

“What?” Adore asked, eyes wide, doing a perfect impression of Courtney’s whole innocent angel act. “Aren’t you happy to see me, Mama?” 

“Yes! Yes, of course. I’m…come here.” Bianca pulled Adore in to give her the proper greeting that she’d failed to before due to shock. She hugged her tight, kissing the top of her head, trying not to notice that her hair smelled like Courtney’s shampoo, the sense memory nearly knocking her over. “Nice to see you, you little shit.” 

Adore giggled, resting a head on her shoulder and squeezing her back just as tight. Over the top of her head, Bianca looked at Courtney, who was still smiling like a lunatic, holding Danny’s hand. 

“Mum!” Danny exclaimed. “Let’s go say hi to Shangela! You haven’t seen her in ages, right?” 

“No, I…sounds great,” Courtney said, letting him pull her away, but not before turning back to Fame and gushing, “So wonderful to meet you; I really hope we’ll become very good friends. And congratulations!” 

Bianca took in the dazzling smile, the wink, the general joyful air. Most people would have bought the whole thing, but Bianca could see right through her. Could see the manic gleam in her eye that gave away everything. 

What fucking game was she playing? 

“What in the hell was that all about?” Fame muttered under her breath, mirroring Bianca’s thoughts perfectly. 

“I…have no idea,” Bianca admitted. She shook her head, snatching two glasses of champagne from a passing tray. 

“I’ve already got a drink,” Fame told her, tapping the side of her martini glass with an acrylic nail. 

“I know,” Bianca said. She drained one glass and then the other in rapid succession. What a fucking night this was going to be. 

[iridescentdreams]

He has no idea… ummm Marcus; wake up!!

Im ready. I’m dressed I’m feeling like me a grown woman ready to drop all responsibilities, panties, and morals for the night. I’m ready. Yeah for sure let’s go; you got this woman. That’s my pep talk as i meet him downstairs at the bar. Marcus. Mhhhmm yeah he’s down there and has my drink already on order. I get to sit next to him and sip on my drink, not say a word. A white Riesling with an orange on the rim gets him to studying me like a novel every time. He loves how i suck on the orange after i finish cause the citrus sticks thru the kisses. Half way through my drink i like that he orders me another. Still. Silence. He orders him another. I look at him and turn away as he sits there and reciprocated the same energy. As i turn back he catches my eye puts his hand in the air to the bartender and orders me what he knows is not just another drink but the last one I’ll need. He knows the first one gets my energy right the second one turns me on horny and the third one after his drink makes me submissive to him. As i suck on the last orange. I see him pull out his wallet for his room card. Yeah charge it to the pentagon. That’s my que to get up and walk away but before i do i leave him a note that read “ you have no idea”. As i wait for the elevator, i let the people from before get off it’s a bunch ah guys who are drunk and began the cat calling “damn ma; what’s up & the “i will fuck her in every position” type mess. As i smirk it off and enter the hoist. He catches my smirk, forces the door open and gets on. The door closes he scans his floor card, corners me and bites my lip. Tasting the citrus orange mix with Henny from his tongue and the grip of his hand around my neck was powerful as i began to moan he pushes the stop button. Leaning to do so i feel his grip get tighter. He pulls back and takes his tongue and wipes it across my lips then slides his tongue into my mouth. At the moment i had no aim on just how wet i was getting but damn he was right on target. In my head he had no propositions on just how much I desired all of him to chase his fingers over the top of my lace panties; pull them over to the side and stick his fingers deep inside me. As he pushes back and fourth in me I want to be able to lean my head back and moan so deeply it would make him hard. Just as the thought went in my head. He pushes the alarm back in and gets the hoist moving. He lives to tease me ; specially when he knows how bad i want him. The doors open and a man gets in. If talk to me nice was a person. It was him. Dark Blue suit rocking Alessandro Galet Scritto Leather Oxford size 11.5 or 12 you can find those at Neiman Marcus of course. Yeah i Love a man who can dress his ass off and i peeped his watch a Tag Heuer connected golf edition. It wasn’t too bad for a smooth overall vibe. As he pushes the 17th floor i see he eyes me, then glances at Marcus. He leans back against the elevator corner wall stares at me looks down at my butt and contemplate . Yeah I’m naughty so i look over. He raises his eyebrow and smiles then fixes his suit around his manhood. Marcus stands there in silence as i slowly move closer to him i look at the other guy stick my tongue out lick my palm straight to the tips of my fingers. Push my titties against Marcus’ back, lift up his shirt to show a portion of his muscular toned body. I stick my hand down his pants to grab his cock. The other guys face wasn’t stunned more so turned on. I mean how could it not. You’d feel like the man if my fine ass was reaching my hand down for your cock too. You been even more stunned that I’d be that mannish in public for you. I was for my man and i wasnt ashamed. Marcus didn’t dress like the man he knew he could; he was more relaxed his showmanship with me was with me publicly and privately and for himself it was through club membership and his fancy cars. He loved being with his boys and their toys and i didn’t care long as he calmed my brat when i needed. As he exits the elevator he looked at me and Marcus and explain “damn boi, that’s a lucky hand you’ve been delt.

[mysterymirrors]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: NWOT MICHAEL MICHAEL KORS Bedford Pebbled Leather Crossbody Bag - Moss Green.

[in-a-cave-with]

616 tony: i am filled with existential angst -- ults tony: i am filled with existential angst, but also neiman marcus is having a sale on handbags, i can finally justify buying that YSL chain wallet

YOU DID IT YOU BROKE 616 TONY AND ULTS TONY DOWN TO THEIR BARE ESSENTIALS

[selinasteals]

Though Selina typically considered herself above the petty theft of items like wallets and watches, every now and again she saw a mark that was such a delicious combination of obnoxious and oblivious that she just couldn’t help herself. Her latest victim, fitted in a bespoke Neiman Marcus suit that likely came with a Wall Street salary, had a cuban cigar between his lips and his hand on the ass of a woman half his age. Robbing him felt more like a public service than a crime. 

Could anyone blame her? This was so much more fun than recycling.

Slinging one leg over the other, she pulled a crisp hundred from between the leather folds of Sir Douchebag’s wallet and slid it across the bar that she’d come to celebrate her victory in.

“Dirty Martini, Steve,” she said, mouth tipping in a crooked smile. Eyes flitting back and forth, she raised her voice a notch, pensively fiddling with the Cartier tennis bracelet looped around her wrist. “And a round for everyone at the bar.”

[omgthatdress]

Glad to see people backing me up on this.

I think fur is an easy target for groups like PETA because it’s considered a luxury item. And let’s face it, it largely is- just browse the prices at the Neiman Marcus Fur Salon if you don’t believe me. It’s very easy to condemn fur when you’re never going to wear it, anyway. 

One other way that people look at fur is as an investment. I mean, you can buy a faux-fur or polyester-blend coat cheap enough, but it wears out after a few years and then either gets donated somewhere or sent to a landfill. A good fur coat, properly taken care of, will literally last you an entire lifetime, and can then be passed down to your children. That’s *very* eco-friendly.

BTW, the same goes for leather. Vinyl and plastic “pleather” cracks, flakes, and tears after a few years. I have a leather purse, a leather wallet, and two pairs of leather Birkenstocks that I bought back in high school (circa 2004-2006) and they’re still in good shape despite constant use.

This is kind of how fashion goes, it’s cyclical, certain things get a bad rap, like fur. And, to be honest, back before people started protesting fur and organizing groups like PETA, there was a lot of abuse in the fur industry and it was in need of reform, which in return, has driven the prices of fur up and made it more of a niche item. However, with the changes having been made, and the fact that fur is actually a pretty environmentally friendly way to stay warm, I wouldn’t be surprised if you start to see things swing the other way.

[jacquelinescloset]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage Eel Skin Reading Glasses Case I Change Purse I Cigarette Holder.

[kweendestiny]

Donald Trump being mad about Nordstrom not selling Ivanka’s clothing brand anymore is funny to me because they sell her stuff at my job but no one buys it. So I understand Nordstrom saying that her sales were low (but we all know that’s not the only reason why.) Like I’ve been at my job for almost 2 years and didn’t know we sold her stuff until a couple of months ago when a customer was getting ready to purchase a shirt but noticed that it had Ivanka’s name on it and asked me to put it back. And not only that like her stuff just sits around and collects dust here or it’s here for so long that it just gets marked down to 50 cents and even then most people still don’t want it. 😂😂

[moonlitpielove-blog]

Neiman Marcus Glitter Bow-Embellished Snap Wallet ❤ liked on Polyvore (see more snap close wallets)

[fresherbrine]

3/13/2017 The New York Times: Ivanka Trump to End Fine Jewelry Line in Favor of Mass-Market One