Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up.
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Miami, Florida
The sky offered dimmed lights as the sun was soon to fade out during the evening hours. What was once a blue picture hanging above had shifted into the colors of yellow and orange apart from a few dark clouds in the distance. Palm trees rustled from the slight wind as a cool night was beginning to approach through the evening hours. Behind the closed doors of a large mansion sitting on Star Island, no cold air could be felt among the steaming heat that was soon to be felt inside. The lights were on, as anyone could see from the distance at what appeared to be a busy house. From upstairs, every window appeared to be lit up from the outside view, but from below there wasn't a single window that shined from within. For anyone that may have been curious of the private life of a wealthy socialite or local celebrity would find themselves guessing and coming up with theories from an outsider's view.
Beyond the black metal gates of a driveway sat two vehicles near a garage. Large bushes surrounded the pathway leading to the front door. From the backyard, a large rectangular swimming pool sat The mansion itself had been sitting in the rich neighborhood for several decades, always changing owners with deep pockets. For the past four years, a special woman of a famed name had occupied the property. She wasn't seen out in public much anymore. Even when the opportunity was there, the paparazzi seemed to have moved on from her. Carmen Electra's time in the spotlight had faded in the past several years as age began to catch up with her. The forty-five year old sex symbol of the nineties decade had been living a quiet life in Miami since time was beginning to pass her up.
Her name was still of recognition among social circles. Carmen had various high profile relationships, something that she had never grown out of. Occasionally she had danced in Las Vegas, making special appearances with her friends in the Pussycat Dolls while recording songs from time to time. For the past decade, her niche had been creating work out videos and selling her very own licensed stripper pole while teaching the art of pole dancing. To her, strippers had the best bodies and it was an amazing way to stay into top form with an athletic body. Such a success had come from this new side career. Carmen had even spent time in Las Vegas, earning great profits with a dance studio that specialized in training strippers and high class escorts. Pole dancing was something she seen as a fine art and what a joy it was to teach other women how to twirl around it. She believed that almost every girl had a stripper fantasy deep down in their hearts and it was never something to be ashamed with embracing that dirty desire.
Carmen had spent most of the past several months laying low, relaxing with her new boyfriend whom she had been dating off and on for the past few years. Adrian Rockwell wasn't the type of man she was known for dating. She usually made headlines with high profile men, from athletes to rock stars. Adrian was a producer working in the music industry, right around the same age as herself since he was forty-six years old. Carmen had met him a few years ago when she was working on some new songs for an album. Adrian had produced and played keyboards for her back in 2013 for her two singles I Like It Loud and Bigger Dick. It didn't matter that her music flopped and didn't make a dent in the modern music scene, Carmen had at least found a new friend back then. Adrian was short with blonde hair, brown eyes and wore glasses over his clean shaved face. From the distance, he didn't seem very attractive as his body wasn't as desirable as men she had in the past but that didn't matter. It was about the heart and what kind of man he was inside.
Their relationship had slowly manifested through out the past four years, beginning with small dates. Carmen found Adrian to be an interesting man, as he was soft spoken and humble but knew just how to flirt like any other man who had dreamed of living in her presence. Adrian wasn't a man to ask for much. To be dating Carmen Electra was just enough to make him feel he had earned something in life. She tried to stay out of the spotlight when she had Adrian with her, hoping this relationship could lead to a more normal life outside of fame. Earlier during the year they had been photographed by paparazzi on Miami Beach and again back in Los Angeles at a dance studio. Rumors swirled on the internet with celebrity gossip websites trying to figure out just who the mystery man was whom Carmen Electra had been witnessed holding hands with and kissing. Adrian did not attend any promotional events for the new Baywatch film, keeping a low profile entirely. Carmen had done photo shoots and helped promote the reboot film, the most she had been in the media for all of the year.
Since Adrian had now taken the step to living with Carmen in her large home, she was prepared to begin pushing boundaries of smoldering hot desire. They had already shared a few nights between the sheets, but at her place it would be an adventure instead of casual love making or dirty fucking. Carmen's mansion had a special studio devoted solely to her dancing talents where she could waste all the time of day stripping and twirling around poles to various genres of music. She had skills to match multiple forms of music, knowing when to pick up a beat and drop her moves with the rhythm of the bass. Tonight was going to be just the evening for Adrian to learn just how dirty and sensual his new lover could be. Carmen had waited so long to unleash her wild side on him and soon, she would begin. Dinner was coming to a close while the sun was dipping down into the waters visible beyond the tall glass windows. With empty plates, full stomachers and goblets of wine that had been consumed, Carmen smiled towards Adrian and spoke.
"Well, this was quite lovely..."
"Yes it was, baby."
Adrian replied while lifting the glass to his lips and drinking up the last bit of strawberry flavored wine. Carmen's big blue eyes studied every passing second of his actions. She sat wearing a red dress, the straps hanging over her shoulders as her appearance teased him with ample view of her busty cleavage. It was no mistake with her specific outfit for dinner at home, as Adrian's eyes often wandered down below at her breasts. Her signature color of hair remained brunette with golden locks of blonde streaks running through it. Adrian always loved Carmen's hair, as she never went without looking fantastic in style. When he finished off the glass of wine, he placed it back down over the table softly.
"Damn, that's some of the best wine I've ever had."
"Red wine's the best! As you know, it's also my favorite color."
He laughed at her words for a moment before responding back.
"Yes, I'm gonna have to remember to buy you things in red."
"Don't worry about that right now, sweetie. We have all the time in the world."
Glancing towards the windows, Carmen smiled as the sky was fading from it's light yellow color. Rays of sunlight were nearly blinding her as the sun was quietly going down. The night was beginning to awaken giving the perfect time to go about with her plan she had thought up for her new lover man. Adrian got up from his chair, looking over the dishes as he spoke again.
