A Girl Can Dream Who: Marla, Jack Where: Jack's room When: Midnight Rating: Marla
It hadn't taken much digging to find Jack's name and even less to get his room number. He was adorable, innocent. Men like that needed to be taken by the prick and conquered with as much force as was necessary...
And Marla did hope force was necessary.
Marla had had plans for Jack. Those plans had not involved New Years Eve...but, what the hell? A New Year was supposed to be about doing someone new, right?
With that in mind, Marla had dressed to kill. As midnight struck, she slid her key out of her pocket and slid it into the lock with no more than a whisper. Softly, the door opened to reveal her form silhouetted in the doorway, all curves and sex appeal. She lifted one arm to rest against the doorway above her head while she stuck out her hip.
She wore very little. Black fuck-me-pumps adorned her feet. Her legs went up and up and up, disappearing into the form-fitted skirt of her dress. A red leather belt adorned her waist, cinching the dress. The neck of the dress plunged downwards, ending where the belt began. The V-shape exposed the the gentle swell of each breast with no hint of a bra.