Dressed in Lace
five.
At the Royale Palace, the music is so loud I can barely hear Mikey say, "Holy shit."
The whole place, I mean literally the whole place, is decorated with black and gold. There's a buffet table longer than a semi-truck trailer, and it's loaded with all kinds of foods. On another table just as longs, there's hundreds of different drinks. Michael offers to go get us both a drink while I go check in for my presentation.
After looking around for the table, I finally find it on the second level. I walk up to the desk. They ask for my name, then collect my phone number so the can text me when it's my turn.
"I predict you'll go around 6:30." The lovely woman working the table says. "Good luck!"
"Thank you!" I reply, more excited than I actually am.
When that whole affair is over, I find Michael again on the lower level. He hands me a glass on some sparkling juice and we start to drink and talk.
"What time are you presenting at?" He asks me.
"I'm not completely sure. The woman at the desk said around 6:30." I reply, taking another sip of the juice.
"Well, at least you have some time to relax before you go." Michael responds.
"Yeah," I breath, taking another sip.
We talk and walk around for awhile before stopping to grab a plate of food each. We sit down next our parents and some of their friends to eat. I eat delicious baked chicken, mashed potatoes and a large serving of lasagna. In the middle of dessert, my phone buzzes. I pull it out of my black clutch and read the text message.
Time to present! Stop by the desk, please!
I take a deep breath. "Hey, Mike, I'm going now."
"Oh, okay." He says. "Good luck, Kathryn."
"Thanks,Mike." I reply, standing. "I'll be back here after."
"Okay, I'll see you then." Michael says. "See ya later."
"Bye, Mikey."
The walk to the desk seems inconveniently short. I only get about 3 minutes to think about what I'm going to do before I reach the desk.
"Hello again!" The woman says as I approach.
"Hi," I say quietly.
"So, you can leave your clutch here, if you'd like." The woman explains. "Then, go through this door right here-" she points at the door next to the table. "-and King Luke will be waiting!"
"Okay, thank you." I say, handing her my clutch. "Thanks for watching the clutch."
"No problem! Good luck!"
"Thanks!" I say, heading towards the door.
Okay. Don't fuck up. Wait, no, do a horrible job.
I take a deep breath, then walk through the door. Behind the door if another door, separated by a
tiny hallway. A note on the second door reads,
"Welcome! For your presentation, please act as seductively as you can. Good luck, you only get one shot!"
Seductive? Yeah, not me. But I'll try.
I open the second door and walk in.
There he is.
Luke sits in a chair in the center of the room, facing away from me. He says nothing as my heels clack and I walk into the room. As I approach his chair, I think of what I can do for this presentation.
Got it.
I walk up behind Luke and put one hand over his eyes. With the other hand, I trace shapes on his upper body. I whisper the lyrics to Rihanna's "Birthday Cake" seductively in his ear.
"If you're sexy and you know it, and you ain't afraid to show it. Put a candle on my back, baby, blow it. Love the way you do it, when you do it like that. Show up with the stats, bring the racks on my rack.
"Wrap it up, wrap it up, boy, while I take this bow off. Talk that talk, yeah, I know I'm such a show off. Daddy, make a wish, put this cake in your face."
I let out a light, breathy giggle. "Happy birthday, Daddy."
I hear him take a sharp breath as I run my middle finger up the middle of his torso, starting at about the waist of his skinny jeans. I place a hard, but gentle, kiss on his neck before walking out of the room.
How was it?" Michael asks as soon as I get back to the table.
"Not horrible. It was probably one of the weirdest things I've ever done, though." I say, laughing.
"What did you do, give him a blow job?" Mike asks, laughing.
"Michael!" I gasp, laughing along. "No, I just whispered Rihanna lyrics in his ear."
"How seductive." Michael comments.
"I know, right?" I ask in a mocking tone.
As we both continue to laugh, I feel my phone buzz in my clutch. I pull it out to read yet another text message.
Hey, can you please come back up to the desk? King Luke would like to see you!
Shit.
"Hey, sorry, but I have to go back up to the desk." I say to Michael.
"Why?" He asks.
"I don't know, they said they'd explain up there." I half-lie.
"Alright. Cone back soon, okay?" Michael smiles sadly.
"I will," Hopefully.
"See ya later." He says.
"Bye again." I stand up and begin to head back towards the desk.The walk, once again, is way too short. I barely have any time to clear my head before I reach the desk again.
"Hello once again!" The same woman smiles. "You know where to go!"
"Yep!" I say, walking towards the doors.
What could he want from me?
The whole place, I mean literally the whole place, is decorated with black and gold. There's a buffet table longer than a semi-truck trailer, and it's loaded with all kinds of foods. On another table just as longs, there's hundreds of different drinks. Michael offers to go get us both a drink while I go check in for my presentation.
After looking around for the table, I finally find it on the second level. I walk up to the desk. They ask for my name, then collect my phone number so the can text me when it's my turn.
"I predict you'll go around 6:30." The lovely woman working the table says. "Good luck!"
"Thank you!" I reply, more excited than I actually am.
When that whole affair is over, I find Michael again on the lower level. He hands me a glass on some sparkling juice and we start to drink and talk.
"What time are you presenting at?" He asks me.
"I'm not completely sure. The woman at the desk said around 6:30." I reply, taking another sip of the juice.
"Well, at least you have some time to relax before you go." Michael responds.
"Yeah," I breath, taking another sip.
We talk and walk around for awhile before stopping to grab a plate of food each. We sit down next our parents and some of their friends to eat. I eat delicious baked chicken, mashed potatoes and a large serving of lasagna. In the middle of dessert, my phone buzzes. I pull it out of my black clutch and read the text message.
Time to present! Stop by the desk, please!
I take a deep breath. "Hey, Mike, I'm going now."
"Oh, okay." He says. "Good luck, Kathryn."
"Thanks,Mike." I reply, standing. "I'll be back here after."
"Okay, I'll see you then." Michael says. "See ya later."
"Bye, Mikey."
The walk to the desk seems inconveniently short. I only get about 3 minutes to think about what I'm going to do before I reach the desk.
"Hello again!" The woman says as I approach.
"Hi," I say quietly.
"So, you can leave your clutch here, if you'd like." The woman explains. "Then, go through this door right here-" she points at the door next to the table. "-and King Luke will be waiting!"
"Okay, thank you." I say, handing her my clutch. "Thanks for watching the clutch."
"No problem! Good luck!"
"Thanks!" I say, heading towards the door.
Okay. Don't fuck up. Wait, no, do a horrible job.
I take a deep breath, then walk through the door. Behind the door if another door, separated by a
tiny hallway. A note on the second door reads,
"Welcome! For your presentation, please act as seductively as you can. Good luck, you only get one shot!"
Seductive? Yeah, not me. But I'll try.
I open the second door and walk in.
There he is.
Luke sits in a chair in the center of the room, facing away from me. He says nothing as my heels clack and I walk into the room. As I approach his chair, I think of what I can do for this presentation.
Got it.
I walk up behind Luke and put one hand over his eyes. With the other hand, I trace shapes on his upper body. I whisper the lyrics to Rihanna's "Birthday Cake" seductively in his ear.
"If you're sexy and you know it, and you ain't afraid to show it. Put a candle on my back, baby, blow it. Love the way you do it, when you do it like that. Show up with the stats, bring the racks on my rack.
"Wrap it up, wrap it up, boy, while I take this bow off. Talk that talk, yeah, I know I'm such a show off. Daddy, make a wish, put this cake in your face."
I let out a light, breathy giggle. "Happy birthday, Daddy."
I hear him take a sharp breath as I run my middle finger up the middle of his torso, starting at about the waist of his skinny jeans. I place a hard, but gentle, kiss on his neck before walking out of the room.
How was it?" Michael asks as soon as I get back to the table.
"Not horrible. It was probably one of the weirdest things I've ever done, though." I say, laughing.
"What did you do, give him a blow job?" Mike asks, laughing.
"Michael!" I gasp, laughing along. "No, I just whispered Rihanna lyrics in his ear."
"How seductive." Michael comments.
"I know, right?" I ask in a mocking tone.
As we both continue to laugh, I feel my phone buzz in my clutch. I pull it out to read yet another text message.
Hey, can you please come back up to the desk? King Luke would like to see you!
Shit.
"Hey, sorry, but I have to go back up to the desk." I say to Michael.
"Why?" He asks.
"I don't know, they said they'd explain up there." I half-lie.
"Alright. Cone back soon, okay?" Michael smiles sadly.
"I will," Hopefully.
"See ya later." He says.
"Bye again." I stand up and begin to head back towards the desk.The walk, once again, is way too short. I barely have any time to clear my head before I reach the desk again.
"Hello once again!" The same woman smiles. "You know where to go!"
"Yep!" I say, walking towards the doors.
What could he want from me?
Notes
Sorry for not updating in 9 days! Also, I might not be updating next week cuz I might not have WiFi :( ENjoy!
@Vanessa bae
Soon, babe! I was on vacation in a pretty rural area and had to go to restaurants to get wifi, so I wasn't able to update!
7/12/15