The Arrangement (unenhanced Edition) by AnnaRCase (good novels to read TXT) 📕

Amberleigh found it a crying shame that Ivanna and Peach couldn’t stay for the party, as they had several other bookings on this Halloween night. They were gracious enough to help her get into her dress before they left though, as the second piece made it more of a two person job. They both seemed jealous when they found out the gown was an original of Angelique Grimalidi. Then Peach launched into a story about fucking Angelique’s assistant. It seemed Peach always had a story about fucking famous people, or at least someone in their inner circle anyway.

 Leo had tipped his cousin off the theme of the masquerade was dark fairytale, so Ivanna had planned her makeup according. When Amberleigh glanced at herself in the full length mirror in her room, she legit barely recognized herself. The Spider Queen was alive and well bitches! Her eyes were in smoky shades of and grey and black, her cheeks perfectly contoured to give her more definition that God had given her. Ivanna hadn’t bothered with fake lashes, as they would only interfere with her mask, but thankfully God hadn’t been stingy in that department to begin with. She already had long, thick lashes to start with. It didn’t take much product to make them look fantabulos. The only pop of dramatic color came from her blood red lipstick.

Peach had no doubt conjured some dark magic to get Amberleigh’s hair to actually fuckin curl! And not those fake ass barrel curls that were held together by eight million hair pins, no sir these curls were the real thing. My god that actually even had some spring and bounce to them! Pulled into an elegant up do that allowed them to spill out, not all that unlike spider legs actually.

For, the final touch Ivanna painstakingly applied the lace spider mask careful to avoid smearing her makeup. Peach assured her, her hair would hold all night long, but refused to share her secrets. The overall transformation was fuckin amazing indeed. Even though the dress was bit more snug than Amberleigh recalled, it highlighted every dip and curve fantastically. And when the light caught the silver weaved in the design, it gleamed like fuckin magic.

Peach said it best, “You’re going to fucking knock them dead tonight. And you’re getting fucked for sure.”

“Tell my cousin if he rips this dress, he’s a dead man,” added Ivanna.

“I’ll pass that along. Thank you both so much. You made me look amazing.”

“Well at least we had something to work with. Our next client, let’s just be glad it’ll be soft lighting tonight,” said Peach.

Ivanna threw an elbow towards Peach, and for a moment Amberleigh was reminded of herself and Ebony, “Hey, I can make anyone look beautiful okay. We need to pack it up here. We’re late already. But they wait for the best.”

The women continued to banter back and forth as they packed up their arsenal of hair and makeup products. They were not very nice people, very judgmental, but it wasn’t anything Amberleigh wasn’t used too after working five years in an elite sex club. No doubt they would talk about her as soon as they hit the elevator. Not that she gave a fuck though.

By the time she left her room, glorious smells were wafting throughout the penthouse which got her stomach to bitching. The dress had a bit of stretch to it, but not enough to stuff her face, or rumors about her being pregnant with Leo’s baby would no doubt spread like wildfire through the party tonight. She wondered if it was too late to go back and slip on her tummy control underwear. Right now she wasn’t wearing any as she feared the lines would show through. She had a tampon she was confident in inside her at that moment, as she really wasn’t feeling a menstrual cup at the moment.

Two handsome as hell men stood near the gnarled trees conversing in the hall, both holding flutes of blood red champagne. Their conversations stopped as she strode toward them all graceful and queen like. She was an expert in her mile high, black stilettos after all. She even put on a haughty look to boot, kept her posture on point. Both set of eyes, one blue pair, and one warm brown set, watched her whole approach.

 Leo was dressed in an old school long, tailed tux which fit him beautifully. His vest was blood red, and he was feeling a Phantom of the Opera vibe with a white mask covering the left side of his face. He looked so debonair with a black top hat and cane. From the half of his scrumptious face she could see, he was smiling at her.

Grayson looked pretty fuckin dashing himself. His black suit was more modern, but the vest was etched with silver details which also caught the light quite nicely. His suit fit him pretty fuckin well also, snug in all the fun places. His hair was shiny and slicked, and he wore a silver wolf mask that left his succulent lips and square chin unobscured. It shouldn’t have surprised her, his choice of face wear, but she would let that big bad wolf eat her up anytime. She knew this was image of the friends she would no doubt masturbate to for years to come. Grayson of course, wasn’t smiling, but he was definitely checking her out.

Leo began to whistle and clap dramatically, “Now that’s what I’m talking about! You look breathtaking, Miss Dubois.”

She blushed like a girl on prom night, “Thank you. You’re too kind Mr. Clemonte. You both clean up nicely yourselves.”

Grayson took a sip of his wine, “Who do you plan on capturing in your web tonight Miss Dubois?”

“A lady never tells.”

Grayson snorted and took another sip of his drink. But he said nothing to dispute her claims of being a lady.  Leo chuckled and handed her the flute of champagne. It appeared untouched, not that she would have minded anyway. She still hadn’t forgot the way his lips felt or tasted.

“Something to kick off tonight’s festivities. Trust me, you’re going to need it,” Leo warned.

“Then you probably want to break out something harder than this girly bubbly Mr. Clemonte,” she grinned.