One word to describe Elodie Boutella: caramel! A soft candy made with sugar and cream heated until brown in color.
Elodie is five-foot-five and has never weighed more than 121 pounds since she was eighteen. She has an incredibly athletic, slender build that curves in all the right places. Her natural 34DDD tits, wide hips, and thick thighs give her an astonishing 34-26-37 figure.
Her eyes are bright green, like two perfectly polished emeralds. With a single glance, her dazzling eyes can hypnotize any man. Add to that her pouty, soft lips, and she becomes the most titillating temptress you've ever seen. Countless men admit to blowing their loads within seconds at the mere imagery of her lips wrapped around their cocks. Her brilliant oral skills have also been known to make women cum in minutes, but that's mostly due to her talented pierced tongue.
What catches most men's attention is her lengthy, black hair; it flows over her body like a silk curtain when she walks. Having such long hair can be more stressful than it's worth for most, but Elodie loves it when her lovers use her hair like a bull rope or handlebars. The strong, silky strands have been tested countless times, especially by women being licked by Elodie's talented tongue.
Even more tantalizing than her silken hair is her perfectly smooth caramel skin; rarely has even a pimple stained her skin. The only features decorating her succulent skin are her countless tattoos: black lace-pattern designs with ruby red roses and green butterflies that match her eyes. The lace pattern mimics lingerie, the way it swirls on her skin, accentuating her curves.
Her tattoos start on the back of her neck; they wrap around under her ears and stop at her throat. Like a high collar, each front side reaches down to her collarbone and follows the sensuous indentions to the edge of her shoulders. They trace over her trapezii and form two massive floral lace wings that tapper to soft points at the small of her back. The wings curve with her curves, highlighting her tiny waist.
Her left shoulder is completely covered in ink, the lace pattern has only a few flowers and even fewer butterflies. Her left hand matches her shoulder, but her fingers have more of a mehndi-inspired lace pattern. Her right shoulder matches her left, but her entire right arm is tattooed down to her fingertips, a complete tattoo sleeve of lace with a bouquet of roses and plenty of green butterflies.
On her chest, the words "Never Fear Haters" follow the up-down-up curves of her breasts. On either side of her message, a single rose and butterfly. Beneath the message, a convex lace pattern barely touches the tops of her tits.
Beneath her glorious 34DDDs, another lace pattern, this one concaved, follows the beautiful curvature of the lower roundness of her tits. The entire design takes the shape of a wide diamond, one butterfly on both sides, adding color to the black ink.
Inches below the diamond-shaped lace, her cute belly button sports a silver belly ring. Connected to that ring is a diamond chain that wraps around her curvy abdomen.
Below her belly button, positioned a few inches away from her pubic area, is a single rose with a single butterfly resting on a petal. The bottom of the tattoo just lightly connects to Elodie's thick, black bush.
All down her right side, another massive work of lace, roses, and butterflies accentuates her curvature. This tattoo slithers down her body like a serpent, ending on her thigh. The lace reaches onto the front and back of her thigh, just under her bubbly booty.
The inside of her right thigh is ink-free, but her entire left leg is inked up. From the top of her left hip down to her toes, again, lace, roses, and butterflies. Her right foot up to her knee, calve and shin, are also covered in ink.
To people who love tattoos, Elodie has the perfect ratio of bare skin to inked flesh, and the dark colors of her tattoos contrast remarkably with her caramel skin tone.
If you're still wondering exactly what Elodie Boutella looks like: imagine Salma Hayek's unparalleled curvy yet slender figure, Karley Sciortino's stunning tits and lips, Deepika Padukone's incredible exotic look, Olivia Wilde's glimmering green eyes, and Halle Berry's chocolaty caramel skin. Then, add her black, wavy waist-length hair and cover in her lacey tattoos.
It's not hard to imagine why Elodie became so popular. At only 24 years old, she's accomplished more than most women twice her age, though most women disagree with her tactics. Elodie sees nothing wrong with using her body and sexuality to get what she wants. It's because of that mindset that she wanted to leave home when she turned eighteen.
Despite everyone warning her that life in the big city wouldn't be easy, Elodie escaped her small-minded hometown as soon as she could. Like all teenagers, she didn't have a plan and didn't want a plan. On her first day in the big city, a producer saw her and offered her a job. By the end of the day, Elodie had signed with one of the industry's biggest agencies.
That was six years and a whole lot of tattoos ago. Now, Elodie sat alone in a waiting room, nervously playing with her hair. She hadn't been nervous about an audition in years, so why now?
Was it because this was the first time Elodie had been the last girl to audition? She was used to walking into a room and getting the job almost immediately, not sitting around waiting. Or maybe it was because this was not the usual audition Elodie went for. This audition wouldn't involve nudity or sexual favors, and she couldn't rely on her reputation proceeding her because no one in this world knew who she was.
Maybe it was the way she dressed. The other girls all wore elegant dresses and professional blouses with skirts. Outfits that were just the right amount of conservative and sexy. A word like conservative had no meaning to Elodie, yet she couldn't help but doubt her choice of attire. Alone, she frantically questioned herself.
"Should I have worn this white sleeveless mesh top with a deep V-neck that goes down to my belly button? Should I have worn the matching skin-tight mini skirt that barely covers my ass? Should I have worn this thin, white and green zig-zag teeny bikini top that barely covers my chocolaty areolas and nipples? Or should I have worn something a little more revealing?"
Fortunately, the assistant interrupted her insecure train of thought. "Elodie Boutella?"
The assistant waited in front of the tinted, pattern glass double doors with a familiar look on her face. It was an expression Elodie knew all too well. Ever since moving to the big city, Elodie had to put up with the bitchy facial expressions and snickering whispers of jealous women. They called her everything: slut, skank, tramp, slag, whore, hoe, puta, veshya, eahira, shlyukha, yariman, jinu.
All these words, especially slut, only empowered Elodie Boutella. She had come to love hearing those words being spewed from the mouths of envious bitches who could never compete with her. As she stood to follow the sneering assistant, she hiked up her already too short skirt another inch, throwing her fabulous ass in the face of that stuck-up bitch.
The assistant rolled her eyes and added, "O-DUB will see you now."
Elodie smiled as the assistant angrily turned and began leading her to a private room. The assistant tried her best to confuse Elodie by turning corners quickly and racing down halls; yet, her best efforts failed, as Elodie sashayed into the auditioning room just a second later, her six-inch stilettos proudly clicking as loudly as they could.
Rolling her eyes, the assistant informed the artist, O-DUB, that the last girl had arrived. As she turned to leave, she flashed an evil, fake smile at Elodie, who flashed one back.
The room, although large, was spartan, little in the way of décor and comfort. There were a plain-looking desk and chair to her right and a small, cozy love seat to her left. There was a potted plant in one corner, a tall vase in another corner, some artwork hanging on the walls, and a small table in front of the love seat. A few feet from the desk was a closed door, light coming from underneath.
"Be with you in a minute," a voice yelled out from behind the door.
"It's quite all right, take your time."
"Just have a seat. I think there's some water or soda on the table if you're thirsty."
Elodie took a seat on the tiny sofa and straightened her outfit, making sure that her perky tits were nonchalantly on full display and that her skirt was hiked up just enough that he could see her green lacey G-string if he sat back far enough. When he came out from behind the closed door, Elodie was surprised to see such a young man.
He walked over to his chair, yawning from a long day's work, and took his seat. Elodie imagined he'd been interviewing girls all day and decided to make this interview one he'd never forget.
"And you are?" he asked while lazily reaching for his tablet.
