MadameNyx
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Pleasure in Business (Closed for Bdt147)
Nailini Laurel reapplied the last brush of lipstick over her full lips before looking at herself in the mirror of the classy bathroom inside the Ritz. Her brown eyes seemed bigger than normal without the usual glasses that framed her face. Her dark curls were pulled away from her face in a half bun, the long tresses brushing along her exposed lower back when she moved. Her short frame was wrapped in a burgundy lace dress that felt like a dream against her dark skin. Running her fingertips along the peculiar charm around her neck, she straightened and walked back towards the ballroom, her heel making almost no sound on the marble floor.
The advertising company she worked for certainly had much to celebrate this year. They had landed several big accounts and, as the lead graphic artist, Nailini had been involved in all of them. Feeling eyes on her, she felt herself blush while she made her way to the drinks table. It was no surprise since she was rarely seen in anything other than dress pants and a decent shirt when at work.
Picking up a glass of merlot for herself, Nailini allowed her eyes to wander around the room. The chandeliers seemed to cast just enough light to allow her to pick out some faces from the crowd that was dancing in the middle of the room. Just enough light to make others that were conversing in tables seem like they were in the middle of an intimate conversation. Between the co-workers, CEO's, contractors and others that had been invited tonight, she was sure there would be stories of wild abandon and more than a few sensual moans heard in the hallways that led to the rooms on the other floors.
Finding a deserted stop by one of the floor to ceiling bay windows, the young woman took a sip of her wine, content to just people watch. For now.
Nailini Laurel reapplied the last brush of lipstick over her full lips before looking at herself in the mirror of the classy bathroom inside the Ritz. Her brown eyes seemed bigger than normal without the usual glasses that framed her face. Her dark curls were pulled away from her face in a half bun, the long tresses brushing along her exposed lower back when she moved. Her short frame was wrapped in a burgundy lace dress that felt like a dream against her dark skin. Running her fingertips along the peculiar charm around her neck, she straightened and walked back towards the ballroom, her heel making almost no sound on the marble floor.
The advertising company she worked for certainly had much to celebrate this year. They had landed several big accounts and, as the lead graphic artist, Nailini had been involved in all of them. Feeling eyes on her, she felt herself blush while she made her way to the drinks table. It was no surprise since she was rarely seen in anything other than dress pants and a decent shirt when at work.
Picking up a glass of merlot for herself, Nailini allowed her eyes to wander around the room. The chandeliers seemed to cast just enough light to allow her to pick out some faces from the crowd that was dancing in the middle of the room. Just enough light to make others that were conversing in tables seem like they were in the middle of an intimate conversation. Between the co-workers, CEO's, contractors and others that had been invited tonight, she was sure there would be stories of wild abandon and more than a few sensual moans heard in the hallways that led to the rooms on the other floors.
Finding a deserted stop by one of the floor to ceiling bay windows, the young woman took a sip of her wine, content to just people watch. For now.
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