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Excerpt
Nerves
and adrenaline ran wild through Mimi. A small trickle of sweat slid down
her spine and settled in the small of her back. Today was a day that has
turned out to be very exciting. Of course she would survive this upheaval
in her private life, there was no doubt of that. But a muse was a fabulous
title and one she wouldn’t take lightly. She’d ignore everything else
to bring this about for Armand, all while luxuriating under this new and
unusual spotlight. What was important was that she’d enjoy helping her
friend make a huge splash this Fashion Week.
As
quietly as she could in the extremely high heels she wore, she carefully
stepped out onto the dark stage, and prepared to strike her opening pose.
In the back of her mind, she kept repeating her goals for this event.
While acting as Armand’s muse and model, she needed to entice the buyers
to buy and impress the magazine editors to put the ensemble both on their
covers and between them. Then there was the fashionistas in the audience
to wow so they’d want to wear it for some event, even if it was a
private party. If she could accomplish all of that, then her nervousness
would be worthwhile.
In
a moment of weakness, she thought about how Rick had planned to be here,
participating in this once in a lifetime experience with her. Now the
event was here and she was alone. Unlike her usual self, Mimi felt unsure,
restless, a little scared, and heartbroken. She just wanted it all to
start. She was sure once the first steps were made, everything would be
fine.
Shaking
her head, she took a steadying breath and tried to redirect her thoughts
to something more banal like where the event was taking place.
Bryant
Park, located in the heart of Manhattan between Fifth and Sixth Avenues at
the cornerstone of Midtown and the Theater District. It was a square of
green serenity surrounded by a sea of tall buildings. One of those stone
monoliths was the New York Public Library, which offered a majestic
backdrop to the white tents pitched for the bi-annual Fashion Week.
Armand
told her how he’d made an early decision to do something unusual this
year and had opted for an evening slot in the library’s Astor Hall for
his show. The catwalk was placed in white
marble, vaulted ceilings and very detailed beaux-arts entrance hall for
the library. Despite the incredible height of the ceilings, she thought
the space was much more intimate and elegant than a tent. No matter how
much the latter was dressed up, it couldn’t match the style found in the
historical setting.
This
building was one of her favorite in the city. The architectural design was
the first thing that had drawn her attention, but the interesting events
and spectacular exhibitions showcasing their private collection had
encouraged her to become a member. Even now two grand lions found outside
flanking the front door protected her much as Rick would have.
Darn
it! Mimi gave herself a mental shake. She’d been doing so well keeping
him from her mind. She’d have to think of something else to help her
find the muse Armand had designed this outfit for.
Leather.
That’s
it, she’d think about her love of leather and how today Armand has
dressed her all up in the luxurious natural material. It gave her great
pleasure to wear and smell it. She felt desirable when surrounded by it.
Add in a chance to act the supermodel while wearing it, and she knew
she’d have fun strutting her friend’s clothes in front of an audience.
Traditionally
in a fashion show the final model sent down the runway represented the
designer’s piece de resistance in the form of a bridal gown.
Today she was the bride, albeit an unconventional one. When Armand first
asked if she’d be willing to make this walk, she’d been very hesitant.
Not because she was ashamed of showing her body, she was pleased with her
very real figure and its full curves. It was more because she knew the
fashion world could be a cruel arena for anyone who colored outside the
box and this show was further out there than he’d ever gone before.
He’d instantly pooh-poohed her concerns and continued down the path
exactly as he’d envisioned it.
Mimi
focused on taking slow, calming breathes through her nose. She thought
about how each piece of clothing, designed specifically for her felt, and
savored the moment. Her pussy clenched with pleasure as she inhaled the
delicious aromatic quality wafting up, surrounding, and encasing her body.
The alluring fragrance from the leather, along with the type of garments
they were, brought moisture to slit.
Today,
she did not model the usual virginal bridal attire of white satin and
lace. No, that type of gown would be impossible for Armand to envision.
His bride was an independent spirit, a mysterious, unique woman who was
not afraid to show her erotic side while making a very serious declaration
to the man she loved.
Every
item she wore for this show left her feeling as special and beautiful as
any woman about to walk down that particular aisle. What was different was
that this bride freely chose to walk down the aisle dressed entirely in
black leather, sexually vulnerable, ready to submit body and soul to her
mate.
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