Using a small brush to apply the last of her deep maroon lipstick, Mai checked her work one last time before leaving the bathroom and preparing to head out for the evening. She went over in her head everything she thought she would need, re-verifying for the third time that she had the keys to her apartment and her emergency money safely tucked away in a hidden pocket of her small party purse. She and her two closest friends were making it a girls' night out and going to a club they had never been to before.nnIn her living room she stood far back from the large oval mirror which hung at eye level on the wall next to the front door to see how she looked. She didn't have a full-length mirror and so had to improvise as best she could. Her metallic cobalt blue sequined dress with its black accents hugged every curve of her body. Tight enough to show off her petite figure, she was only 5' 4", yet loose enough to move around in comfortably. It complemented her blunt cut, raven black hair falling down her partially exposed back.nnThe only offspring of a white father and Vietnamese mother, she had inherited the best of both genetic pools. Her hair, skin tone and elegant curves being the Asian portion while her green, rounded eyes and more angular face being the European portion. Where the two met, such as her high cheekbones and small chin, they combined to produce an exotic beauty. nnRaised in what most people would have considered a conservative household, her parents had instilled in her the value of modesty which she had carried with her until she moved to New York a few years after graduating from college. Soon after starting her first real job after school she was befriended by Christine, or Chrissy as she preferred, and Tina who very quickly absolved her of the notion that she had to hide herself under non-descript, plain jane clothes. They took her on whirlwind shopping sprees stopping at the big stores such as Macy's, Bloomingdales and Bergdorf Goodman. They dove into the small, nook-and-cranny stores hidden away in SoHo, Chelsea and the lower east side where deals on designer clothes abounded. They showed her the luxury that awaited at spas and surprised her by treating her to having her hair done by one of the most prestigious hairstylists in the city.nnThe result was a woman coming into her own. She had grown more confident as the months passed, more poised, more citified yet still retained some of the habits and sensibilities she had grown up with. Now, as she examined herself in the mirror, she contemplated changing outfits. While the color and fit were perfect for her, the reflection of the sequins almost made it look like she had on a skin of small fish scales.
"The girls are named Cheyenne, Shappa, Izusa, Kiona, and Peta. I have two others coming shortly. They are Tiponya and Tala. Cheyenne is a Meda. A prophet of her people.a priestess," a voice intoned dryly.nnThen another took over. "The boys are named Bavol, Boyce, Chase, Coyone, Dominique, Durril, Elsu.and Durril is the Drakkar of his people.a fortuneteller."nnAt the end of these lists the men speaking were escorted out. Someone else began to speak softly but firmly. "I have been told Shappa, Izusa, Kiona, and Peta are sisters. Cheyenne and Elsu. Tiponya and Tala. Bavol and Durril, also. The four Frenchmen are all brothers, too, I believe. Your scouts found every one of them living upon the planet unaware of the special blood that runs through their veins, my lord. And the other one.He knows.
After a long day at the office I was driving home and my mind wandered back to that day, about two weeks ago, that I had my first experience with paid sex with the beautiful Emily. My cock jumped when my thoughts went back to her blue eyes and how she had looked at me while I blew my load in her mouth. I was pulled back to reality when another car sounded his horn; I had come to a complete stop on the road thinking about Emily. nnAfter a quick dinner I went onto the web to see if I could find anything else about APH 35. After a few minutes of searching I was stunned by how big this world was, there were ads for lots of houses but also for escorts and even girls who would meet you at their own home. I was completely blown away by the possibilities. After a while I decided to see what the possibilities could be in my own town and went through the ads that came up.nnGoing through the ads I noticed I was getting hornier by the minute and I decided at that moment to go to one of the houses the next day. I came across an ad of APH 35 but I wanted to see if the other houses were any different of APH 35. One ad caught my attention; it wasn't that far away from my house but still in a neighborhood where I didn't know anybody. nnThe next morning I called the house which I had chosen and asked if they were open and a sweet voice on the other end of the line told me that that was the case. She also told me that the front door would be open so I could walk straight in.nnOn my way over I was quite nervous, although I had done this before, you never know what to expect. I parked my car a block away and started on the short walk to the house. When I entered the door I was greeted by the hostess and she led me into a cozy waiting room and said that the girls would be along shortly and asked if I would like something to drink. Not long after I got my soda the first girl entered the room. She was a short brunette with nice tits and introduced herself as Wanda, after her came an array of women from short to tall, from skinny to right out fat. nnAfter about six women I was wondering if this was such a good idea but then a gorgeous red head entered the room. She introduced herself as Jennifer and the thing that caught me again where the eyes, she had beautiful green eyes and had a smile that matched her face perfectly. She was wearing a long white silk dress and had on a pair of matching heals which gave her the stance of a lady.
6PM and the phone rings."Hello?"nn"Lyss! Wanna go have some fun?" cries my best friend Tristen.nn"Fun is my middle name. Where and when?"nn"8o'clock. That new club on 26th."nn"Ok. See you there!" I just got home from work when the phone rang. I drop my jacket onto the back of the couch as I kick off my sensible shoes. I work in a relatively liberal office and I often take advantage of that attitude and dress to suit myself. Today was no exception. I'm wearing a loose, swingy black skirt that stops about mid-thigh, and a cream-colored silk blouse with buttons running down the front.nnI sit down, turning on the news thinking I'll get ready when it is over. I scan my brain for THE outfit for tonight. I know I'm no supermodel but I'm very comfortable with myself and my body and I know how just how to play up the good points. I don't know my exact measurements but let's just say that I'm voluptuous, with big breasts and wide hips.
