New Pearl Necklace
I sipped my martini slowly, peering over the glass’s rim at the short balding man who was admiring my nipples, which were peaked by the wispy soft caress of my silk gown. My mahogany body was draped in designer black, backless of course, Italian stilettos, a diamond necklace and nothing else. Shorty’s eyes turned away when they move up to meet mine. Oh yes, the wolves were out tonight flashing white fangs as they plied me with slick pick up lines and come hither looks. One director’s wife...