She stared in the reflection of the woman in the reflection, turning this way and that, and watching what sort of bedroom lights glinted off from her silver halter-style gown to her freshly manicured fingernails. The expensive clothing, the real jewelry points she had never owned her life time did nothing to create Sarah feel in the home in the part she was about to perform. She was about to be a wealthy woman over the prowl, and it just wasn’t her. She didn’t want it to be her. But she didn’t have a choice..Read More about Bad Youngster Erotica: Enticing the Bad Boy

Turning away from the mirror, she took a deep breath and grabbed the Prada clutch from the bed. She’d anticipated this second for weeks. This was it.

Glancing across the luxurious hotel suite on her behalf way to the door, she tried never to think about the amount of cash she was spending on the damn suite. It was beautiful, of course, all fourteen-hundred and thirty-two square feet of wealthy solid woods, sumptuous fabrics and costly artwork though an abstract painting of arbitrary color splotches wasn’t precisely her idea of good artistry. But what did she know? She’d only submersed herself within this ridiculous globe thirty-six hours ago; an environment of people with far too much money and nothing at all better to do than display it off, in her opinion…

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