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Taylor Cummings had everything she wanted, but all good things must come to an end. Taylor had an amazing pent house apartment, and being the head of a huge couture fashion magazine. Everything she could possibly dream of all by the age of 25 years old. But now this. She was in the office earlier in the day when she recieved a phone call stating that her husband was filing for divorce. It came without warning, although she was sure that the asshole photographer was running away with one of his trampy models. A model she had personally discovered and put on her magazine cover. Business trip to Italy her ass. It was no surprise that when she got home she simply decided she was going out. She took off her usual work clothes, which was usually a dressy upscale kind of dress in designer business attire, and threw on her best night clothes.
By night clothes, I mean trampy ass "I'm-single-again-so-buy-me-drinks", clothes. Tonight, her attire of choice consisted of a very short and very tight little black dress. It tied around the back, with a plunging front neckline reaching nearly to her belly button, however showing of her perky 36C's well. She wasn't being modest tonight. In fact, she was sure the hem of the dress just barely skimmed below her ass. Tonight, she was in it for the fun. No attatchments. And it wouldn't be too hard for the wavy haired brunette. She had always been a looker, way before all this. She had only been married for two years, and still kept the body she had through high school and college - weighing a perfect one hundred and twenty on a five foot six frame. She was tan as all get out with legs that went forever. Had she had kids, she'd most definitely be a MILF, garaunteed. However, she hadn't gone that far, and her perfect little self was having a night on the town. With that, she slid on some 4 inch stilettos, and waltzed out to a taxi she had called earlier.
When it dropped her off at the bar, she had no problem getting in. The city knew her. She walked into the club, and directly to the bar. She pulled herself up onto a stool and smiled at the bartender, "3 shots of straight whiskey, please." Drinking as if she were in some low class bar.
By night clothes, I mean trampy ass "I'm-single-again-so-buy-me-drinks", clothes. Tonight, her attire of choice consisted of a very short and very tight little black dress. It tied around the back, with a plunging front neckline reaching nearly to her belly button, however showing of her perky 36C's well. She wasn't being modest tonight. In fact, she was sure the hem of the dress just barely skimmed below her ass. Tonight, she was in it for the fun. No attatchments. And it wouldn't be too hard for the wavy haired brunette. She had always been a looker, way before all this. She had only been married for two years, and still kept the body she had through high school and college - weighing a perfect one hundred and twenty on a five foot six frame. She was tan as all get out with legs that went forever. Had she had kids, she'd most definitely be a MILF, garaunteed. However, she hadn't gone that far, and her perfect little self was having a night on the town. With that, she slid on some 4 inch stilettos, and waltzed out to a taxi she had called earlier.
When it dropped her off at the bar, she had no problem getting in. The city knew her. She walked into the club, and directly to the bar. She pulled herself up onto a stool and smiled at the bartender, "3 shots of straight whiskey, please." Drinking as if she were in some low class bar.