In the morning, Vannah rolled a groggy head off her pillow, but her body felt well rested and relaxed. She stretched and yawned, but when her bare feet felt the berber carpet, she noticed her missing panties and suddenly the previous night came rushing back to her. So did the dread of seeing Logan again, his eyes on her as she rubbed herself to ecstasy was suddenly a humiliating memory in her mind.
Vannah's mind tried to reason, but nothing she thought of made sense. In the absence of reason, she pleaded temporary insanity. The combination of wine and sleep deprivation must have made her detached from reality for a moment. Her machinations were broken by a gentle knocking at the bedroom door. When the doorknob turned, she flung herself back into bed and partially under the covers so only her grey sweatshirt top showed. When Chloe's blonde hair and smiling face came into view, Vannah's embarrassment doubled for both herself and Logan's girlfriend.
"Hey," she held up some garment bags as she slowly became visible, "I brought you some dresses."
The blonde was already camera ready. Her hair was in a neat bun and her makeup was light and looked professionally done. A royal blue high-waisted spring dress flowed around her like something out of a movie. Vannah could feel a crust forming between her legs.
"Logan's gone to pick us up a little something to eat along the way and there's fresh towels in the bathroom for you. Why don't you go ahead and shower and we'll get you ready."
"Ok." Vannah offered, but her eyes wandered the room waiting out the awkward pause as Chloe finally realized she wanted some privacy. She stepped toward the door and then returned as if she'd forgotten something.
"Oh, by the way," she sat on the bed next to Vannah and the younger girl prayed she couldn't smell the shameful sent of her ejaculate coating her sex.
"About last night," Vannah's heart jumped into her throat, "I hope we weren't too...loud."
Chloe was sitting on the bed, legs crossed at the ankles, hands elegantly placed in her lap. Nothing of the shameless slut that had been rutting like an animal and screaming her pleasure as her lover recited vivid fantasies of fucking his stepsister. Vannah could only manage an awkward chuckle and a head shake. "Sometimes, I can be...unlady-like. I'm sorry if you heard any of it."
"No, I didn't!" Vannah shook her head again more profusely to make the lie more convincing. The two shared nervous laughs as Chloe smoothed her skirt and both women blushed and averted the others gaze momentarily.
"Well, we're all adults after all. I'll be waiting for you when you finish. I'll lay out a few things to help you get ready." Chloe glided out of the room gracefully. Vannah remembered to breathe with an audible exhale. The young dark-haired girl scrambled around the room until she found the soggy evidence of her voyeurism and hid her soiled cotton panties in one of the smaller compartments in her luggage before retrieving grey shorts and walking quickly to the bathroom.
As soon as she was standing under the massive waterfall shower head, she could feel the awkwardness of the day drifting down the drain with the water and soap. A smile even began to stretch her plump lips wide as she kicked on the body spray jets. She turned and let them knead the supple flesh of her back with hot jets of water.
When she re-emerged in her room clean and refreshed, she jumped and clutched the bath towel she was wrapped in.
The dresses were splayed on the bed and Chloe was busy with two other women who were unpacking things from bags and setting up a large mirror and high stool. A tall gangly man was standing next to the bed staring in the direction of the door as if he had been waiting for Vannah all along.
His eyes were set deep in his head and locked into a predatory stare looking at the young girl from head to toe and back up again. Dressed in all black, he slowly stepped toward her, dark eyes still roaming over her body in heated examination.
"Oh, Vannah. This is Genesio. He'll be dressing you. Genesio, this is Vannah." Chloe said matter-of-factly over her shoulder while staring into her phone. Vannah struggled to get her breathing under control as her massive chest and ample curves complicated her attempt at modesty. She pinned the towel to her body with her left arm and extended her right in greeting.
"Nice to m-"
"She will do." Genesio lifted his chin and spat his words back toward Chloe and the women working. His eyes never left the frightened twenty year old. The awkwardness between them growing unbearable, Vannah looked around nervously wishing she could put something on other than a towel that barely covered the top of her thighs.
"So you're going to dress me."
"No!" Genesio shot as he lurched forward. His face was thin with a small beauty mark on his left cheek. His buzz cut was so short she could see his scalp. Genesio's lips stretched into a devious grin in the fashionable five o'clock shadow he sported. "I am going to transform you!" he emphasized breathily waving a hand in front of his face dramatically. Vannah leaned back away from the intensity in his eyes and swallowed hard.
♦
Vannah sat in the back seat of the luxury suv as it slowly rolled past mansions in a part of town she'd both never been in and never knew existed. Here in the cool air-conditioned cabin, cradled by the plush cognac leather was the most comfortable she'd been in the last two hours.
The spot over the bridge of her nose hurt from where they'd tweezed, her scalp felt tender and stingy from all the styling, and her legs and trim were on fire from all the waxing.
The quiet ride would have been soothing if it wasn't for the fact she felt like she was heading to the bank, mask on and gun in hand. She sat legs together in an almost debutant-worthy pose with her right leg shaking out her nervous energy.
Logan looked back with his brown eyes glowing from over the dark shades semi rimmed in gold he had slid down onto the tip of his nose.
"Don't be nervous," he said with a smile, "You look hot."
Vannah's leg didn't stop shaking,but her cheeks flushed. She looked out the window and tried hard to beat back the self-satisfied smile that came. Chloe peaked her head around from the passenger side grinning wide, eyes echoing the lusty sentiment with a flash of her eyebrows.
"You really do." she agreed and although uncomfortable, Vannah couldn't help feel a rush of confidence from all the flattery. Logan fingered his sunglasses back into place and watched the road as they shuttled towards their destination.
"Besides, all you've gotta do is flirt a little and have a good time."
"While you play James Bond?" Vannah sarcastically stated with a giggle. Logan laughed as well.
"I do have a certain set of skills." this time Chloe laughed.
"Wrong movie." she corrected.
Suddenly, Vannah was gazing out the window at a house that looked more like a castle as the car pulled to a stop. It boasted modern turrets topped with pointed roofs, large windows and smooth bluish-gray walls, and a large arch top door decorated with wrought iron.
The heist crew exited the vehicle as Logan gave the keys to a short gentleman in a red vest. He opened both passenger doors and extended a hand to each one after another. Chloe elegantly strode forward in her flowy royal blue midi dress, still regal as ever. Vannah emerged with more timidity. She smoothed over the light rose-colored skirt. It was probably supposed to stop just above her knees, but thanks to Vannah's generous posterior it was more mid-thigh length. The ruched straps were flowing out and over her luscious breasts meeting in a plunging V that exposed a bit of her upper abdomen.
She straightened and feigned confidence. Logan led them both arm in arm up the sandstone paved driveway. He was offering them confident smiles in his light pants and blue sportcoat. In a handful of steps, Vannah could feel confidence flowing from him and resonating with the image of how good she knew they all looked. She could see it confirmed as men and women were regarding her with envious looks. Some stares even oozed with lusty intentions.
She was desperate to take a few pictures of herself with her professionally done makeup and chic updo but she knew she should stay focused. She remembered as the earbud neatly concealed by the hairdo sparked to life with Chloe's voice.
"Ok, here we go."
The trio moved about an expansive backyard with a water fountain, decorated tastefully with stylish paper lanterns and elegantly clothed tables and chairs. They were immediately presented with drinks from a tray held by a man who promptly bent to make sure they were all able to grab them. Chloe and Logan introduced her as his sister visiting from college.
They described her as an ambitious business major who was courting several internship offers and wasn't interested in interning with Beltz & Myers, her fathers firm.
"They will want you more if they think you don't want them." Chloe whispered through her earbud. There was a band of musicians who seemed extremely talented. They wove a sound of complex classical guitar paired with violins, a cello and a rhythm section that comprised mostly of maracas and bongos.
Every few moments a tray passed that put the smell of perfectly cooked meats and seafood in the air and Vannah was only able to clandestinely eat enough to stave off starvation. Chloe and Logan left her eventually to slink off together to complete the rest of the plan. When they were gone for what seemed like a long while, Chloe came back over the earbud with directions.
"He's at the bar." The bar was near the end of the patio area with several large bushes behind it. There weren't many people, but enough for her to need more details.
"White jacket, black shirt, black glasses, grey hair."
Vannah zeroed in. The man was standing with his back to the bar as he sipped a simple dark liquor drink in expensive loafers. His eyes were beady and scanning the room with an expression somewhere between annoyed and bored.
"Listen, carefully. Forget that you know who he is. You're not there to talk to him. You just want a drink. Order a sex on the beach." Vannah's pale cream heels slowed as her face scrunched with confusion.
"What? Why?"
"Trust me. He won't be able to help himself."
Vannah strode more quickly. She pretended not to notice as stare at her cleavage with their proximity so close he was able to see right down her dress.
"I'd like a sex on the beach."
"I'll see what I can do.'' The response came from Chloe's dad instead of the bartender. His clean shaven face twisted into a pompous grin glared down at the fresh-faced young woman.
"Told ya." Chloe whispered triumphantly. "Act confused." she instructed.
