You wore surprised at what you found in Malik’s bathroom cabinet, quite a lot of makeup and accessories. You drop the towel and look for your underwear, after placing your bra and panties on you pull on the incredibly tight mini-dress on, after some adjustment you discover your bra and pantie lines quite visible through the dress. So with a sigh, you unbutton and remove your bra, then with a twist and wiggle of your hips you slide your panties off and let them drop to the floor.
You look at yourself in the mirror and admire your fine form, no less than 2 hours ago you wore being fucked raw by many burly black men and now here you wore in a cocktail mini-dress on your way to possibly quite a high profile party...
You step out of the bathroom and discover Malik tapping his foot impatiently. His dark face matching his black suit. But his foot tapping stopped when he saw you standing there.
“Daimn!!” he says admiring your form.
“Fuck if Tyrone found a gold mine” says Malik. You blush at the comment.
You walk up to Malik and let him slide his arm behind you, guiding you back to the car.
You arrive at the Ambassador hotel. You have never been so such a high roller hotel. Malik pulls up in front and a valet opens the door for him and yourself. The valet looks quite young as he almost trips as he opens your car door, allowing you to step out. You adjust your clothes, waiting for Malik to walk around
Malik slides his arm behind your back again, guiding you into the hotel. You feel his hand lower to your rear and squeeze the flesh. Malik leans over and whispers to you “That’s for the valet who’s staring at you can” he says.
You smile and glance over your shoulder and notice the young valet is almost open mouth.
As Malik guided you through the lobby to the lift, you felt so old … well not old old but more mature, dressed in this fancy dress, at a 5 star hotel, hell it made you forget that you signed up for a black man’s website as a white internet porn slut.
Malik guides you into the lift and press button ‘45’.
“So where are we going?” you ask.
“This is a donor party. Where I mix and mingle and get investors for my ‘businesses. Some of which also includes Tyrone’s business” says Tyrone, adjusting his suite.
“Normally I get a simple escort from Bella’s agency but Tyrone said I should take you instead.”
You smile as you thick about Tyrone, doing who knows what right now.
The Lift stops with a ding and you step out, walking beside Malik.
You finally stop at a large double door. Malik reaches up and knocks.
A butler opened the door. “Good evening sir”.
Malik just ignored him and walk into the room; you felt you had to say something. “Hi” you say. The Butler returns your greeting with a ‘fake smile’ before closing the door behind you.
“Now listen, your just eye candy. Laugh at my jokes, don’t open your mouth unless I speak to you directly, and I hope you have strong knees” he said, reaching for 2 glasses of wine.
You wore not sure what Malik mean by the ‘knees’ comment but you followed his instructions.
“Oh if I tap your hand 3 tips like this” Malik tapped your wrist slightly. “I want you to such up to the person I’m talking to, you know flirt, charm whatever will make him want you, the more they want the woman on my arm the more they will donate, you know, your ‘natural’ charm” says Malik. Making quotations in the air.
You follow Malik to the main dining room, the room was quite crowded, so many people.
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