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Franco gawked at Mimi,eyes blazing with desire. There was something about her voluptuous body that created a stir inside of him. She sashayed across the room in her spandex leggings and six inch heels , she spun around and their eyes made contact. The air became still and in those few seconds of glance, his hearted melted.
She kept his gaze, looked down on her shoe and strutted across to the darker side of the room. Franco could still make her out in the shadows due to her olive complexion. She was of Indian descent and her long, flowing tresses caressed her strapless back as she snaked her body to the latest dancehall tune.
Franco was transfixed,felt himself being teased to the edge of sexual frenzy with each rotation of her waist and the bubbly movements of her bodacious buttocks. She would glance at him, play with her tendrils and press her palm above her pubis.
Mimi took the cup to her lips, sipped and stared up at Franco like he was the only man in the room. She planned tonight perfectly. She heard about the BMW X5 that he bought recently and she was convinced that she had found her new main man of attraction.
She eyed him from behind the shadows of the disco lights. He was handsome in a unique way. He had an innocence about him that betrayed the stories she heard people tell of him. He looked like a lost little boy. She was five years his senior but in this game of life, age is nothing but a number.
Mimi was a woman of the streets. She was not looking to marry a man. She was looking for an investor, a man deserving of the pleasures she could emit from his body and the indecent acts she was willing to do if his price was right. She had decided from she was twelve years old and guys kept grabbing her rotund buttocks that she would use her body to get what she wanted and this new Don Franco was no exception.
She knew a young man like Franco wanted a woman that solidified his reign as the wealthiest man in Red Lane. She was the Creme de la Creme. No bitch could rival her when it came to looks or class.
Mitchell squirmed away from the encircling arms of Franco,She was not going to play easy to get. After all Franco might consider himself a catch but she believed she was the one to complement his life. In Mimi 's mind, he only step up in life but had not truly "step up" his life. He needed a woman like her to mold him.
She bent forward and gyrated her buttocks on his pubic area. He stood still, almost trance like, peering at her, eyes dark fiery lust. She knew then that she had found her pot of Gold.
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