Taste Me

Layla

    *ring ring ring*

    "Hello beautiful!" Layla said smiling as she answered a call from her friend Rose.  "Hey babe! Please tell me you're free tonight?"  Rose asked excitedly.  "I think I'm free love, what's going on?"  "Oh thank goodness, listen, I've got just the thing you need to get over your breakup!  There's a banquet at my hotel tonight and I have a seat that's opened up at the corporate table with your name on it!"  

    Rose worked as an event planner in a hotel very near to where Layla lived and on occasion she would invite Layla to be a table filler for events to make the room look full for pictures.  It's been a nice perk to their friendship!  Free lavish dinners and drinks, who wouldn't love that?  And most of all a reason to dress up and get out of the house for Layla.  She needed this more then ever now since she had just broken up with her boyfriend of 4 years two week ago.  "That sounds amazing actually Rose, what should I wear?"  "A dress, a bomb ass dress to show off your bomb ass body!  And heels!  Sexy heels!"  It wasn't like Rose to demand heels, she was more a flats or wedges kind of girl.  Somethings up, Layla thought, but she would oblige her friend anyways.  "And what is the event for this time?" Layla questioned.  "Umm, I'm gonna let you find that out when you get here but trust me, it's a good one!  You'll thank me later."  Interesting, Layla thought.  This will surely be a good night then.  Her friend had many connections from her years in the service industry.  She'd introduced Layla to many different people over the years, but her excitement for this event definitely made Layla excited.  "Ok I'll pull out all the stops then!"  Maybe she would meet someone special, or maybe she'd just have a delicious meal and get to spent some time with her bestie.  "Excellent!  Cocktails at 5:30, dinner at 6:30.  Oh my gosh I can't wait this is going to be so much fun eeeek!" Rose squealed and hung up the phone prematurely.  Classic Rose.

    After hanging up, Layla set to her beauty regime.  She was a beautiful woman but sometimes couldn't appreciate her beauty.  She had naturally dirty blonde hair with platinum and gold highlights that went down to her waist, blue eyes and pouty pink lips.  Soft freckles covered her body.  She stood 5'7" with a curvy figure.  "Thunder thighs." she muttered under her breath.  It was true she carried her curves from her hips to her upper thighs, but she had a beautiful hourglass figure.  Self consciousness was a flaw of hers but who can blame her, after all her ex Mike was a d**k and in the end put her down so often that she began to believe it.

    She looked at herself in her standing mirror.  She was wearing a black spaghetti strap body suit with no bra and grey lace up shorts in a sweat pant material.  She was a blank canvas ready to be painted.  Like she told Rose, she would pull out all the stops tonight.  Since it was already 2pm she needed to start now.  First a long, hot shower.  She shaved everything on her body and used a sweet vanilla smelling body scrub to buff away any dry skin.  She washed her hair and then stood under the hot stream until she felt relaxed.

    After her shower she sat in a white fluffy towel on the side of the tub and painted her toenails a light ballet pink shade and then did a clear coat on her fingers.  She moved to her bedroom which was just down the hall, and sat on her queen sized bed.  It'd be a few minutes for the polish to dry so she decided to relax a moment and put on some music.  

    A photo caught her eye.  Mike.  Layla found out from a friend that Mike had been cheating on her 3 weeks ago.  She didn't confront him for a week because she needed to get all the facts straight and decide if she was willing to push through and save the relationship.  But in that week, everything he did pissed her off and she realized that he'd been a d**k head this whole time.  Layla was quiet but she wasn't a pushover so finally she told him he was caught.  He didn't even try to deny it.  The other woman was younger and skinnier.  She couldn't deny the girl was hot.  So right then and there Layla told Mike it was over and he had to leave.  4 years down the drain.

    "Whatever." Layla said as she took the photo and stuffed it in her night stand drawer.  "Time to get ready."  Layla walked into her closet to pick an outfit.  She picked out a beautiful form fitting little black dress that came to rest a couple inches above her knee with a v neck and slit up the right thigh.  Classically beautiful but with a hint of sexy.  It accentuated her small waist and perky C cup breasts, but it also clung to her thick thighs which made her second guess the dress.  "I'll be sitting down most of the time anyways, no one will see."  She said aloud to herself.  She picked up some strappy black heels and laid the outfit onto her bed, then headed back to the bathroom to do her hair and makeup.

    She'd never been good with doing her own hair so a blow dry for some volume and a quick straighten with her iron and she was done her hair.  Makeup however, she could do.  So she set out to do a nude inspired look.  When she was done she went back to her room and changed into her outfit.  Even she had to admit this was a good look for her!  She looked at the clock and saw it was already 5:15!  s**t!  She quickly pulled together the essentials that fit in her little sparkly black clutch and headed out the door to the mystery banquet.