Post by Publicist on Mar 5, 2017 17:04:03 GMT -5
ALL THAT GLITTERS
Exclusive First Look
Caramel tried the door to Damien’s private office and found it unlocked, just as she had been told it would be. She slipped silently inside, closing and locking the door behind her. She made her way to the back, calling out for her former boyfriend, “Chaz? Are you here? I got your message. You said you wanted to see me.” She bit her lower lip seductively as she began unbuttoning her blouse, “Chaz…are you here, I…”
She froze in her tracks as she walked into the back room and found Ambrosia there, staring at her as she lay across Damien’s desk in just her underwear. She smiled, “I see you got my message…” She smiled, as she licked her lips, running her hands over her body. “…why don’t you come over here and give mama a taste of that sweet caramel...” she chuckled as she sarcastically added, “…Caramel?”
Caramel glared at her, then began to hastily button up her blouse, “YOU’RE SICK! YOU KNOW THAT, AM? YOU’RE SICK AND DISGUSTING!” Caramel turned to walk out of the room.
Ambrosia called after Caramel, “If you walk out of here tonight, you better just keep on walking right out of the building, dearie!” Caramel stopped and Ambrosia giggled, knowing that she had her attention. “Good girl!”
Caramel didn’t bother to turn around as she spoke, “If you think for one moment that Damien is going to let you get rid of me, you’re the craziest crackhead in this fucking crackhouse!”
Ambrosia shook her head, still giggling, “Is that what you think?” Ambrosia rolls her eyes in a very exaggerated way. “Damien kept you around because you were fucking the cop that kept this place off the police watch list. Now that Chaz is boning your new best friend…what use does he have for you?” She threw back her head and laughed, “Face it, dearie...you suck as a dancer and you suck at riding dick…but maybe...just maybe...you can give me a reason to convince Damien to keep you around…” Caramel turned around as Ambrosia slowly opened her legs, smirking as she mockingly beckoned her, “….here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty...”
Caramel stood there, crestfallen and defeated…tears filling her eyes, even as her feet carried her back into the room where her final humiliation would be complete…
“…and dearie...” Ambrosia says as Caramel makes her slow walk of shame, “...you had best make me believe it!”
