And so after a brief moment of playtime, I realize that we are running late. But late for what? Oh, I know! Late for our dinner reservations. That's r...ight. We had dinner reservations at our favorite restaurant for six o'clock. That's why I was getting so prettied up. No time to lose now, I go into my closet once again looking through my shoes. Ah, the perfect pair. My pink strappy slingbacks with the three-inch heel. Very sexy, very feminine. But what was that? A bit of a chill comes over me. We would spend some time at the party, and then later we would meet at a hotel.I was really excited when the day came. I had bought a very sexy black lingerie, and I was dying to wear it. When I arrived at the party, he was already there. We greeted each other and socialized separately. The party as every year was very boring, so around 10 pm I texted him saying I was going to the hotel and left the party.Arriving at the hotel room, I was very nervous, which was strange because finally, we. Six hundred years of servants fawning over his six-foot, almost tan, 200 pounds of shapely muscled frame with romantic, shoulder length dark hair and dark, mysterious eyes had given him a massive superiority complex. This just meant that I had no problem tearing him down.Then again, since he was also a bounty hunter, an asshole and an ex-boyfriend, I had no qualms about being an insufferable bitch to begin with.So I just stared at him coldly, not bothering to answer his question at all. Staring. "Vicky immediately grabbed Mike and began removing his bouffantextension. She quickly removed the pins, combs, and spun him around."Nice job honey," said Vicky, unzipping the back of his dress beforehelping Beth. "Go start changing and come right back in your bathrobe."Mike hurried down the hall holding the costume so that it would not slipoff. He hurried into the changing room, where he was greeted by Claire."You're doing so well, Monique," said Claire. "I'm a little surprisedbut pleasantly.