{Author-chan: Welcome to another chapter, my dear readers. I hope y'all like this chapter. And if y'all liked the previous chapter, don't forget to drop some shiny stones and comments.
The goal for the extra chapter is still 50 shiny stones. Let's see if we can reach that goal.
Today is the ninth day of the challenge. I am so fucking sleepy right now. I just completed four assignments. Four left, then exams… Fuck… I just hope I don't burn out. So, send those stones else Bang Bang 'Merica Baby.
Okay, Let's begin this chapter. You fuckers!
Toodaloo!!}
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In the party — 11 weeks after arriving — New Greenwich, February of the Year 2169
"Michelle Weis"
Philippe says,
I say, looking at Michelle longer than I should, "Nice to meet you, Michelle... You too, Clara." {Author-chan: Clara is Michelle's mother.}
You couldn't blame me. Michelle is dressed beautifully, in pure white, with a plunging neckline that delicately curves around her chest, though not scandalous, but close enough to leave some imagination. {Pic. in the comments}
The dress hugging her waist and hips falls into fringe, which sways with every subtle movement she makes when she unexpectedly moves to shake hands and say, "Nice to meet you as well, Miss Alexia. I hope you enjoy our little party."
Philippe, though surprised by his wife's behavior, did not think much of it, only that the mother might wish to know what kind of person her daughter had an interest in...
He says, "I'll come find you later... for our game."
Smiling I move inside to check out the place; it looks okay, though I could see Sylvia smiling from the side.
As I check the interior of the mansion, it seems average. After seeing and experiencing all the luxury anything could offer, you become used to it; things like this mansion, which might make others in this city drool, seem only...
As I hadn't eaten, I moved towards the food section, only to find it was oysters and caviar, lots of it. The only thought that was in my mind seeing this was, "The fuck….."
Where does someone have to go to get some good American cheeseburger? Heck, even beans on toast would work right now.
That's when Sylvia arrives dressed in a black cocktail dress, with a slightly puffed skirt that stops just above her knees, along with long black gloves, adding a vintage touch to her dress. Overall, a youthful but still elegant dress. {Pic. in the comments}
She asks, "Is something not to your liking, Miss Alexia?" noticing my expression.
"Yes, well. But, please call me Alexia." I say.
She says to her bodyguard, "It's okay, Constantin."
The bodyguard leaves on her insistence.
I ask, smiling at the thought of what the bodyguard could even do, "Do you always go around with your hired hands?"
She says, "Yes, well. I am thankful I only have one right now."
As the music is playing in the background, she asks what I do and where I am from.
Answering each question, satisfying her curiosity, my patience was thinning. As my eyes couldn't help but steal a glance here and there of Michelle.
Sylvia notices this, and perhaps due to jealousy or just resentment against her father, concocts a plan to annoy him more.
"Dance with me" she says.
I let her pull me to the center, and the music starts — I moved with her, our bodies pressed close together.
Dancing with her, looking straight into my eyes, she says, "They think I really don't know anything."
"And do you?" I ask, amused, as it was my first time seeing a bird thinking that it knew what lies outside of its cage.
"Oh, no? The clock is good for no one." She says.
Then continuing, "The poor die and the rich don't live. We can all live forever as long as we don't do anything foolish… Doesn't that scare you? Not doing anything foolish?"
I say, trying to shake off her curiosity with rudeness, "So, your problem is that dear daddy doesn't let you do anything risky? You are going to be 25, love. It might be time to grow up."
She says, assured of her nagging, "No…. That's not what you really think, is it? If it was, you wouldn't be looking at my mother — thinking of doing something foolish…"
After the dance finishes, to escape her never-ending questions, I say, "Excuse me for a second, love. I need to go look for the bathroom."
As Michelle watches me leave, she drinks her glass silently and then follows after telling Philippe she needed to go to the loo.
In the bathroom, as I am washing my hands, the gate opens and there she is.
Just a few meters away, she asks, straight to the point, "You like my daughter?"
Drying my hands, "She's a girl, isn't she? That's enough of a requirement for me to raw dog her."
She shook at the response, perhaps imagining the sight.
Looking at her, I move slowly towards her. "But no. I don't like her. She's boring. She's got everything she could need — looks, time, status… And she still acts like the world owes her something adventurous. Really? It's immature at the very least."
Now, standing close to her, I lean slightly.
I say, "But, you... you're different."
Curios as to what I meant, she stayed silent.
"Sylvia was born in this cage — in this family."
Continuing, I say, "But, you weren't. You chose it. Why?"
"For time" she answers quickly.
I stay silent, looking into her eyes. She realizes she is backed up against the door — which she locked.
Chuckling I say, "Horseshit. It's something else."
She didn't give any defense.
Staring at her, I noticed not fear, but arousal?
The only thought I had at that moment was, "This bitch."
I couldn't control myself from taking a bite of her. I push her hands against the door and go in for a kiss.
"Mmmhhh…." She lets out a moan as my left hand grabs a handful of her ass.
It is a primal, aggressive kiss. My lips can't stop from tasting her mouth, wanting to know them, to mark them.
I let out my tongue to go in for some inside taste. And that's when I discover that she melts in my arms. Body tense one moment and not the other.
To confirm something, my left hand goes to her ass again, giving her a small smack.
"AAhhh!!" She yelps, though her eyes start to fill with more lust.
So, Philippe doesn't touch her anymore. What a waste….
Having a break from the kissing, groggily.
She tries to make up her words, "I… I.… Go-"
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{Author-chan: That is all for this chapter, my dear readers. I hope y'all liked this chapter. If you did, don't forget to drop some of those stones of yours.
Michelle has been introduced as well; now we can move forward. Do tell me if y'all want an R-18 chapter next, or should we just skip forward?
And as usual, Don't forget to read today's weird author's thought.}