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Post by JETTA ZOE BENEDICT on May 9, 2011 6:05:24 GMT 2
The soft clacking of heels on a marble floor filled the room. Honey blonde hair, worn down, flowed in the manmade breeze. Jetta bloom, this exquisite beauty, found her seat on the far side of the lounge.Making herself comfortable on the lush couch, she placed her clutch bag next to her, and crossed her legs at the ankle. This is where she had chosen tonight to find new clients. The Empire lounge had a hefty VIP cover charge, so it was all up to Jetta to figure out who was heading toward VIP before they got there. Crossing her legs at the knee now, poked her finger up to call the attention of a server.
"One Bay Breeze," she said, giving the girl a smile her cherry stained lips made her teeth look whiter, brighting. She could sense that she was going to get some attention tonight. She was dressed to the nines and above, wearing a small black mini dress that showed off her thin, toned legs that seemed to go on for miles. Darting her ice blue eyes around the room, Jetta took her usual mental notes. It was only around nine pm, on a Saturday night. just early enough that she’d be here when some guys got there, and just late enough to make an entrance. It wasn’t packed, in fact, it was filled with a nice buzz, just enough to let you know, ‘this place is good, but expensive’ Jetta smiled, So far, everything seemed to be in order. The cards were in her favor, that there would be a man between her satin sheets that night, preferably rich with an unhappy wife.
Its not that Jetta enjoyed wrecking homes, and ruining marriages, its just that she didn’t understand. How could wives not want to have sex with their husbands? If sex made it all better, what was the big deal? Sipping her freshly delivered bay breeze, she sighed, Life would be better if wives slept with their husbands, people did love the one their with, and there was no war. But only wishful thinking about what could be done, nay, what should be done, to keep the world at bay would get you to fall safely asleep in your bed alone at night.
Recrossing her legs, Jetta placed her drink down on the coffee table in front of her. The blond was keeping her eyes on the prize, and her heart locked away for no one to touch. She had learned from her mother how to keep a reasonable distance from what you liked, and what you loved. Liking a man could crush you for a little bit. Sadly, love is much more painful.
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