Chapter 71: Getting Gala Ready
“Holy cow, Famke. My brother is going to pop his trousers when he sees you.” Jubi burst into the bedroom where she was getting ready for the gala.
“This is nothing,” she waved down at the ivory-colored ball gown she had on. “Wait until you see Nyx.”
Her best friend took this moment to come out of the bathroom and Jubi staggered backwards her eyes wide with disbelief. “What happened to all your tattoos? Your piercings? Your black make-up? You look, look,” Jubi tried to find a word and floundered.
“Normal?” Nyx commented with a snicker. “I do know how to clean up.”
“You look so different.” Jubi circled her while Famke watched in the mirror. “It’s kind of eerie. I don’t know if I like it. I mean you’re gorgeous, Nyx. A stunner for sure but it’s,” she made a face, “it’s weird.”
“She doesn’t look at all like herself.” Famke grumbled as she swept a bright red lipstick over her lips.
“Royal is raising money for the sick kid’s hospital. I need to be appropriate.”
“You need to be yourself,” Famke wasn’t backing down. They’d been arguing for over two hours over Nyx’s makeover.
“Did you do this for Koda?” Jubi asked as she gingerly reached out and stroked Nyx’s forearm. She examined her fingers. “What kind of concealer is this it won’t come off on my hands?”
“The extremely expensive kind and no, I did this for Famke, whether she appreciates it or not. Koda isn’t my concern.”
“Right.” Famke growled, “has nothing to do with the fact he said his mom and sister were going to be there or how pissed off he was when you refused to go with him and said Jubi was your date tonight.”
“Famke, I don’t want to embarrass you and Royal in front of his friends. You’re already going to make a fool of yourself using the salad fork to pick your teeth. You don’t need everyone thinking he lowered himself.”
Famke swung on her heel and put her hands on her hips, furious with Nyx. “I don’t give a flying rat’s ass what any of those people think of me or you. If anyone there is going to judge me on the spoon I eat with, they aren’t anyone I need to be friends with anyway, so I don’t care. Royal is fine with me as I am and I’m convinced he won’t be embarrassed by me. I want you to be you, not this toned-down, covered-up watery version of the spunky princess you are. This,” she waved at Nyx in the elegant floor length black shimmery evening gown, “is not you. You took out your septum ring, Nyx. Can you at least put a nose ring back in?”
“No, because it would clash with the diamond earrings and necklace and ruin the elegant aesthetic I’m going for.” She looked at Famke, “you clean up good too, you know. Your ass is killer.” She tried to change the topic.
“What about my ass?” Jubi turned sideways to look in the mirror. She was wearing a floor length fitted gown which hugged every inch of her frame.
“Your ass is perfection, and you know it.” Nyx grinned watching Famke pick up her phone and look at it one more time. “Bram isn’t going to text back. He’s busy.”
“Bram has a date?” Jubi made a face. “I really wanted to set him up with Nora’s sister.”
“A girl from school invited him to a house party tonight and he said he’s going. The thing is, she’s wealthy and the house party is going to be unsupervised.” Famke sighed, “he’s suddenly turned into this horn dog.”
“We went to a lot of those parties in high school, Famke and we were fine.” Nyx reminded her. “Or at least we did until your folks passed.” She wrinkled her nose. “He’s eighteen. Let him live.”
“He wants to bone Cesar.” She blurted out as she looked around the room for her clutch.
“Puff pastry Cesar?” Nyx made wide eyes.
“Bram’s gay?” Jubi made a face. “I thought he liked girls.”
“He likes everything.” Nyx laughed. “Gay, straight, bi, androgynous. Bram’s type is anything with a hole.”
“Hey,” Famke slapped at her, “gross. He’s just a kid.”
“He’s eighteen,” Jubi laughed. “There is more to your brother than I thought though if he’s going for older men.”
“He’s a slut and I’m so proud,” Nyx was enjoying Famke’s discomfort. “Your dad would be too.”
“Ladies,” Royal pushed into the room interrupting the conversation, “are you ready,” his voice trailed off as he looked at Famke. “Holy fuck.”
Jubi chortled at his reaction. She leaned closer to Famke, “I think I just saw my brother’s orgasm face. Told you, you are hot.”
“Out!” Royal’s eyes never left Famke as he pointed at the door ushering Nyx and Jubi out of the room. He was predatory, walking towards her with a glint in his eyes as the two other women warned him not to mess up Famke’s outfit closing the door behind them. “Baby girl, what are you doing to me?” He stood right in front of her and looked her over.
“Do you like my dress?”
“I really want to fuck you in it.”
“Royal.” She giggled at his growly words. His tongue was swiping along his lower lip as he boldly looked down the deep cleavage her dress cut.
Taking his finger from her collar bone down to where the dress fit together with a sheer netting between her breasts, “I want to slide my cock right here. How do you have them sitting up so high?”
“Tape,” she laughed. “Lots of tape.”
“I’m not sure if I like it better like this or loose and bouncy but damn, I want to try all the versions of your ti- “
She covered his mouth with her hands, her eyes laughing at his naughty behavior, “not another word or so help me Royal.” He mumbled against her palm, and she pulled it away. “Be nice.”
“I am nice. It’s my cock. It has a mind of its own and right now it’s thinking how much he would like to have those red lips wrapped around it and being squeezed by your –” His eyes were laughing and teasing as she covered his mouth again. He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her close to him. He took her hand away, “you look incredible Famke. I’m going to be the envy of every man and woman at the party tonight.”
“You look pretty damn good yourself,” she let her eyes rove the way his tuxedo hugged his frame. “You are very handsome in your penguin suit.”
“Want to touch?” he wiggled his eyebrows. He grabbed her hand and tried to put it at the front of his trousers.
“No because then I’ll be on the bathroom counter and my dress hiked up to my hips, panties gone and you will end up with a wet spot, right there.” She pointed to his crotch and giggled when he frantically turned away from her and went rifling through the nightstand. “What are you doing?”
“The gala is being held at a very fancy hotel in the ballroom, but I have private rooms.” He waved a condom. “I am definitely going to do you in the room while a thousand people will be on the other side of the door. We’ll have to see if you can be extra quiet while I pound into you.”
“Awful. You are awful.”
“I’m horny for you. Have you seen how gorgeous you are?” He spun her around and made her look in the mirror. “Can you imagine how hot it’s going to be with you and me sneaking off to make out?”
“You are weird. We can’t have sex with people listening on.”
“Do you know what’s better than a midnight kiss on New Years Eve?”
“No, but I feel you’re about to tell me.”
“A midnight orgasm. I bet I could time it right.”
“Dear heavens,” she was sweating now, and she was certain her panties had melted to the floor. She felt goosebumps rise all over her skin as he kissed the nape of her neck. His eyes in the mirror were dark and hungry and she was shivering with the need she could see there.
“For the rest of the night,” he looked at his watch, “five hours until midnight, I want you to think of how good it’s going to feel when I hoist your skirt up, slide into you and rail you hard while the countdown is on.” He gave her a cocky grin as he put the condom in an inside pocket of his coat. “Then we’ll come back here and do it again until dawn. You,” he kissed her nose, “can sleep on the plane tomorrow but don’t plan on sleeping even an ounce tonight.”
“You’re the devil.”
“I know. My coat jacket is barely covering my erection. I hope to heavens all the old ladies at this gala don’t think it’s for them. Last year one of them cornered me in the coat closet to tell me she was a cougar, and I was her prey.” He gave a shudder. “She told me she’d triple her donation if I let her blow me.”
“Did you?”
“Nope because I was dating Voldemort’s evil twin and I’m Loyal Royal, remember?”
“You could have made a mint. You could set up a kissing booth at the venue.”
“She wanted to suck my cock not kiss me.”
“Blow job booth?” She hooked her arm through his and grinned up at him as they exited the bedroom, “I’d empty my bank account for a try at such a booth. All two hundred, six dollars and thirty-eight cents would be well spent.”
He threw his head back and laughed at her words. “Famke, you are perfect.” He kissed the top of her head. “Come on gorgeous. Let’s go.”
“About time,” Nyx complained from the bottom of the stairs. “Though, if that’s how short a quickie is for you two, I feel sorry for you Famke.”
She giggled as Royal flipped her off.
“Nyx, you keep up the smack talk and I’ll arrange for your limo ride to the venue to make a pit stop to the Braith mansion which is literally in my mother’s back yard. They share a property line. Koda is always grateful for a lift.”
“Screw you, Royal.” Nyx folded her arms over her chest. “Can we go now?”
Famke laughed as they made their way out of the house. Let the New Year begin.