One shots

Rich risks

"Just keep swimming." - Dory, Finding Nemo.

There really was no point in her wearing the scraps of cloth that constituted as her dress. It was all sequin, see through and definitely not worth thousands of dollars in her opinion. Did it cover anything? No. Was it complete see through minus the high waisted shaping nude under wear she wore? Yes. Would the slightest bit of wrong movement send her boob flying out because of the deep neck that ended inches above her belly button. Yes, and she was sure that a nipple covering was going to absolutely shit all for that. But she couldn't help but admire the way that it flattered her lack of a figure.

The shade of orange in her stood out against her tanned skin making it look like she was glowing. And every movement made all the sequins shine like the tea diamonds they were. They made her legs looks like they went on for miles. Or maybe that was her 5'9 height helping her with the extra boost of inches from gold strapped heels. Yeah she was a 6'1 giant.   But she was extremely happy with the way her small less than handful boobs looked good. You could see the curve of them, their natural perkiness covered only in swirls of flashy jewels. And probably her favourite part was the way the dress stretched across her ass. Like second skin it clung to the plentiful she was blessed with for a rear.  The small strap of orange than ran across her midriff around her back where it clipped together was the only thing really keeping it together. The dress had no material on the sides, backless stopping just at where her underwear started, and flimsy. The whole dress was a flimsy tulle mesh that was was worked. 

A real piece of art, where only two of them existed in the entire world.

Her makeup was done by professionals. The dark smoky black around her eyes made the icy blue pop, framed by naturally full and bushy brown eyebrows. Her nose was sharp and a healthy amount of blush was added to bring some pink hue into her complexion, and her full lips were painted in a nude pink shade. The only jewellery she had on were the big earrings she was ordered to wear. A mismatched set of real gold and white diamond. The left ear was a whole ear piece, no doubt an attempt to cover her ear tattoo and piercings. Whilst the right was a huge star burst with a white diamond in the centre that it almost brushed her shoulder.

And her short white hair did nothing to help cover them. Another attempt at rebelling it was short, side parted ending just at her chin, and in a blunt cut making all of it stop at the same point. It was for the most part a shade of pure white snow, that it made her feel like an ice queen but recently she had added in streaks of a fiery orange underneath, and they peaked out contrasting against the white. It definitely was a conversation starter. Because high society and socialites that looked like her were gossiped for being the one that were off the rails, a little crazy that stained so called reputable families.

When in fact she was the complete opposite. Few people had actually seen her in real life. She was the enigma of the Huxley family, the sudden child that was discovered at the age of eighteen, shipped off to the USA with her mother and father to live under the control of her paternal grandma. Yeah her dad had done a shit job of running away, and although she should have been more grateful for the money she had she truly wasn't. Growing up they had enough. And she was taught the true beauty of life, in being happy and grateful for the small things. For it all to be stripped away, the girl she knew stripped away before being thrusted into the glaring spotlight naked. Maybe it was why she was so giving now. All people knew about Elan Huxley was that she had her hand dipped in almost every charity. Because she hated dirty money more than anything.

"Looks are being served tonight." She heard the cackling laugh from behind her, breaking her way from the hotel mirror in front of her.

Nia stood resting against the door frame, a wolf whistle passing her lips and a playful glint in her eyes. She rolled her eyes at her best friend who looked just as hot in her own right. Nia Huxley was her best friend officially made family at the age of sixteen after the loss of her parents. And the one person who her grandmother had realised she could never get rid of from her side if she ever wanted Elan to show her face anywhere.