Black Water Mist Pegasus Rising

Ladon opened the massive mahogany door and entered the director’s glamorous office. She stood inside the attached dressing parlor adjusting her voguish outfit.

“Hello, Ladon, come here and help me. I’m having a terrible time getting the zipper to fasten,” called Alexandria’s sensual voice as she slid him a glance.

He apprehensively moved toward the dressing room. The outline of her mannequin perfect body under the fluorescent lighting was hypnotizing. Her four-inch red high heels and coral black hosiery complemented every curve of her voluptuous legs. Her hair lay down over her shoulders terminating in the small of her back. She had put on a face blush so alluring it would have made a rose jealous of her beauty. She had glued-in thick black eyelashes that blinked sexually as she moved her acorn shaped eyes. She had applied cherry-red lipstick to her Cupid’s bow lips.

Ladon stood behind her fumbling with the stuck zipper that had snagged on a thread of her silk panties. He watched her facial expression as he finally managed to close the zipper. She was watching him in the mirror keeping steady eye contact. It was a moment. It was addictive. Their eyes locked in an overpowering conversation. He broke contact and found an empty chair.

She finished putting on her make-up and joined him. She pulled an arm chair directly in front of him. The top button of her silk blouse was open, exposing her round breasts. Her mini-skirt rode up her thighs as she crossed her right leg over her left at the knee. She dangled her right foot high heel from her big toe in perfect rhythm to the music softly playing on the radio. She stared into his soul. Her perfume filled his head like sea fog, clouding his senses. Her amorous advances were making him uncomfortable.