As Keeva Van Buren pulled into the gated driveway of her family's De Bosch estate mansion, she sighed with relief. Her parents were gone out to the beach house for their usual 'parents Halloween' getaway, the house staff had finished for the week and she would have the whole house to herself.
After easing the Maserati into the underground garage and taking the lift to the floor where her suite of rooms where, she removed her Christian Louboutin pumps and reveled in the feel of her feet on the deep plush pile carpet. She carefully stripped out of the designer pant suit and put every last trace of the working week away in its place in the huge custom walk in robe. Turning her phone to silent she put it on a shelf. Whatever went wrong with the world in the next 12 hours or so, she didn't want to know about it.
Buck naked, the almost six foot tall blonde made her way to the bathroom, and slipped into a steaming hot shower. She stood there for minutes, letting the scalding hot water fall from the huge rain head and wash away her week's troubles. Then, taking a razor, she tidied a few errant bits of body hair that had survived her booking at the salon a few day's earlier.
Soaping up, the 19 year old looked down at the suds as they washed off her toned body, her lean but long shape earned from endless hours after work training with the South African women's soccer squad. Her fine facial features and blonde hair came from her mothers amazing genes. Her mother came from a long line of beautiful Germanic women that could trace themselves back to medieval nobility and she had been a cover girl in the mid to late 90s. Her amazing athleticism came from her father, a one time international rugby player and now owner of Africa's largest chain of sporting good stores.
Running a hand across her taunt abs to her hairless mound, she smiled as her finger honed in on her pussy lips. There she let her digit play, savouring the feeling of her excitement slowly growing. She paused, drew her hands back up to her breasts, then let one hand drift back down again. Teasingly she inched her finger slowly down the length on her slit, deep enough to feel some pleasure but shallow enough to drag out the pleasure at that level.
Pinching her nipple, she moved the finger deeper within her folds, moaning at the change that reverberated through her. Pausing again, she slowly began to gyrate her hips slightly, letting her body move against her hand. She started picturing her self with Dan, her newest boyfriend. She imagined it was his penis head within her and she was writhing, urging him to plunge within her.
"Just fuck me, goddamit!" she said to thin air as her urges built. She let the gyrations continue for another 20 seconds, feeling the wetness building within her with each movement. Progressing on, she went to let the finger slide within her deepness, but quickly adjusted and sent two, gasping at the violation. Slumping against the wall of the shower, her upped body clear of the steamy rain, she watched as her hand jammed home again, again and again.
Feeling her nerves start to tingle, she increased her speed and reveled in the sight of her carved abdomen and fit thighs glistening through the curtain of scalding water and steam. She started to feel the roll of the orgasm, and one of her long legs begins to shake with a small tremor which then moves to a shaking quiver.
"Fuck!,' she cried as her legs gave way and she slipped down the wall, landing in a shaking mess amongst the pool of water and raising steam.
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Lying on the king sized bed, covered with a single sheet, she considered the day ahead and the night beyond that. Tonight she'd let her boyfriend fuck her. She'd held out on him for months and her peers, the four other girls of the so called 'Rich Bitch Club', had stirred, cajoled and bullied her about it. She'd decided enough was enough, she'd give herself to him. Its not that Keeva was a virgin. She'd lost that cherry some time ago. It's just that she'd regretted losing it, despite her bad girl reputation, and so she'd strung the last few men out, teasing them, finding their limits, as if it gave her some virginal power over them.
She wasn't entirely sure that Dan Egerton, son of the famous Cape Town land developer, was her 'Mr Right', but her friends had worn her down with their relentless banter about her not giving him what he wanted. Dan's seemingly good nature had also played a role in her deciding to give up her ultimate gift to him. The fact that he'd never pressured her to do anything had played in his favour. Sure he'd begged, pleaded and asked nicely, but he'd never shown an inclination of using force. She'd kept him happy with her amazing oral skills and by letting him fuck her in the ass, but he'd not been down that other entrance. So tonight, at an exclusive invite only, 'A list' Halloween party at one of Cape Town's hottest nightclubs, she was going to get down and dirty with him. She'd blown him off all week, trying to make him more desperate, but had promised him a great night.
They'd traded some texts and calls and all sounded good with him. He even sounded more needy than usual. 'Good' she thought. Still, despite her bitchy reputation, she found herself with butterflies in her stomach and needing to finger herself a little more than usual over the last few days.
The RBC girls that she hung with were Cape Town's hottest group of college age women. All five were roughly the same height, with roughly the same amazing body shape, including almost identical B cup breasts. They had the sort of figures that made men drool and women envious. There was maybe three quarters of an inch of height difference between them, and more than one person had asked the question whether there was some sort of genetic connection between them.
Truth be told, only Keeva's nubile physique and blonde beauty was entirely natural. Ushanti, the brunette with blue eyes, kept her figure through using copious amounts of drugs and diet coke. Natalie, the most vain of the five, was not actually a blue eyed blonde but spent a fortune on cosmetic enhancements and nips and tucks to match the looks of her peers. Tania, the dark haired raven with eyes as dark as coal, kept her looks only through torturous dieting and an entourage of personal trainers and dieticians. This was probably the reason she was the bitchiest of them all. Stacy, the firey redhead, had a naturally toned body but had used breast implants and facial fillers to match the other four. All came from wealthy families and splashed cash around like there was no tomorrow. All acted like world class bitches. To those who had experienced the worst of their behaviour, they were not called the RBC but called by the word created by using the first letter of each of their names.
They had spent months planning tonight. They had booked and paid for an exclusive set of suites just above the club, complete with expensive room service staff on hand. Five quarts of super gloss liquid latex had been ordered in five different colours, along with matching chunky ankle boots. Each set of boots was custom heeled so that all five girls would end up exactly six foot one in height. Five coloured storm trooper helmets had been delivered. Each one sported one of the voice modulator units to make the wearer sound like one of the extras found in the original star wars movie.
She was going to lay around all morning. After lunch she planned to do some laps of the pool and then some time tanning at the beach. Late afternoon the RBC had a champagne session. Then GavinT, Cape Town's best cosplay artist, had been booked to arrive at the suites to paint the girls in their assigned latex colour.
This would result in five different coloured, erotically dressed, storm troopers who not only looked identical but sounded the same. No one would be able to tell them apart unless they knew the colour of latex assigned to each, Keeva's was green, and that was a secret they all promised to keep.
They had even practiced a quick tik tok routine that they would use upon their entry to the party that would get every male's pulse racing and get every lesbian's attention focused on them. It was after all fitting that everyone should focus on them. They were all that mattered. The night would finish with an encore performance, where upon each girl would publicly grab their partner and head on up to the suites to engage in whatever hedonistic activities they could think of. For Keeva, that would just be having sex with Dan. The other girls were likely to get a little dirtier and depraved, but that was ok with her. She rolled over and went back to sleep.
Waking a couple of hours later, she flicked the sheet off her body and went to get out of bed. Looking down across her breasts, to her toned body, she smiled and thought of another way to hopefully excite Dan. Keeva, despite her public notoriety in the youngish circles of her city, had kept a fairly clean online presence. Hence she thought if she shot a photo down the same angle under the sheet, no one could identify her room in the background.
Leaving her bed to retrieve her phone, almost made it to the shelf but decided food might be a better idea so she threw on a bikini and headed for the downstairs kitchen and then out to the pool.
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Grabbing her phone on the way to the beach, Keeva was stunned at the number of notifications which awaited her and immediately regretted her decision to go offline from the world. There were a multiple missed calls, voicemails and messages.
Natalie voicemail 11.37pm yesterday: "Keeves, call me. Urgent."
Natalie text message 11.41pm: "Btch where is u?"
Ushanti voicemail 11.48pm: "Listen, you are going to miss out. Where the fuck are you? Call us."
Natalie messenger 11.51pm: "Call me!"
And so it went until 12.15am when Natalie left a voicemail: "Keeva, everyone is pissed you haven't made contact. We've had a change of plans. Stacy and Nat did some funky shit with some Greek rich boy and we're all heading off to Dubai for the next few nights. He's hosting some party at the Burj. You've got 30 minutes. If we haven't heard from you we are taking off without you."
Natalie 12.27am: "We are taxiing. We tried. Where the fuck are u?"
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