Claire's Uptown Girls

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Claire’s Uptown Girls

by Don Julian Winslow

ISBN: 978-1-945648-79-3

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Copyright ©2018 Don Julian Winslow

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Prologue

Alain cleared everything else off his desk, so he might give his full attention to the brown paper package that had just arrived by FedEx. His impatient figures fumbled with the wrappings as he eagerly tore open the gift that the woman he knew only as Claire had sent to him: a handsome, leather-bound volume; the words Livre des Beautes, embossed in elegant gold leaf on the thickly-padded cover.

He lifted his prize gently, reverently, swept aside the wrappings, to place the book squarely on the desk. He thumbed through it before opening the cover and laying the big book out flat before him. Was it fate, that of all the pages in the book, he should open that limited edition portfolio to that very page where he found her: posed in that bold, almost defiant stance. Staring directly back at him was the most exquisite woman; proud, bare-breasted — a stunning, raven-haired beauty whose large eyes were shiny as black obsidian. Below the full-page black and white photo was a name, four bold letters: “Jade”.

The instant he laid eyes on that erotically-clad figure, a surge of lust powered up through the man. A deep lust, the ache of desire that rose up threatened to overwhelm him, left him with a mouth that was dry, and a p***s that stirred expectantly, pressing hard against his pants as it strained to unfold into a full-blown erection.

He studied that striking face; the enticing body of the small-breasted, bold girl, with the lean sleek lines of a greyhound. His eyes took in her provocative stance: gloved hands on her hips, brazenly-set heels wide apart, one long and narrow leg thrust boldly forward. From the hips down her lean body was encased in gleaming leather. Skin-tight pants that seemed painted on rode low on her hips, smoothening the delicious lengths of her tapering thighs; tight leather streamlining feminine contours from slim hips to trim ankles. Beneath that aristocratic uplifted chin, a high leather collar banded her neck; otherwise Jade was bare-chested. Leather gloves came halfway up akimbo arms, while wickedly high-heeled sandals, strapped on the model’s bare feet, elongated the lines of those splendid legs. She was ravishing!

Her silent admirer could do no more than sit there enthralled: mesmerized by those dark eyes gleaming with such hard intensity as they faced the camera’s lens squarely; unflinching eyes, daring all to look; welcoming their look with all her flaunting defiance.

Inevitably, his adoring gaze caressed the clean lines of the neck and shoulders, the slender chest, all left perfectly bare for the camera, to come to dwell upon the pair of comely beasts the girl let be displayed with such casual indifference. His eyes took in those taut-mounded handfuls; neat little breasts that sported n*****s that were surprisingly large, their tips protruding with a jaunty, expectant air.

A second, more powerful upsurge of lust powered through the man, leaving him shaken, the dryness in his mouth; an odd tingling in his wrists. He had to reach down ease his tangled p***s from his briefs. He had to have this woman! With his eyes staring back at hers, rubbed himself through his pants with one hand, while with the other he reached for his phone and thumbed in Claire’s number.