Self Discovery - Realm of the Muse
((Note that Cody Jean is extremely drunk in this and that there is a whole lot of TMI as well as a detailed sexual content. Lots of TMI. You have been warned.))
It all started when she got to Miss Dupont's suite. Miss Dupont, feeling very bad about the disaster that occurred at the Halloween party, had Cody Jean's favorite strawberry crepes there with mimosas. Now Cody had never had a mimosa and it looked just like orange juice to her.
A few mimosas later, they were in the spa area of the hotel, having their nails done. They had more mimosas, and then switched to Cristal champagne. They had manicures, pedicures, massages and then waxings. Cody Jean had her eyebrows done and decided that Miss Dupont was seriously cracked in the skull for letting someone put hot wax on your body and yank your hair out! Rich people are too dumb to use a razor, she reckoned. But a couple more glasses of that Cristal stuff, and Cody let them do her legs and bikini area, with barely a peep! And she had to admit that her legs and other areas were as smooth and soft as a baby's behind.
That was just about the time they started talking about the things that Mister Bryon suggested that she do, and Miss Dupont just laughed and laughed when Cody Jean told her the dire warnings that Gran had given about such things. When it was time for Cody to go back to the Royal Suite, Miss Dupont had tucked a chilled bottle of the Cristal in her backpack.
So, after the butler set up her bath, Cody fixed a big old glass of that stuff and decided to follow Mister Byron's advice. Her fingers, unsure of what to do, became much more nimble and responsive with each sip of the bubbly wine. Thank heavens she locked the bathroom door, and the bedroom door, so the guys wouldn't come in and find her with one leg up on the edge of the tub, her eyes closed, music playing and fingers exploring the body that belonged to her. It took a while.
Okay...it took a long while.
She got kind of scared, a couple of times, because this feeling made her worry that she was going to pee in the tub. So she got up, and went pee, kind of getting bubbles and water all over. But then she'd settle back in and go back to it, drinking some more, thinking about...well...a couple of people. For someone unused to fantasy, she was doing fairly well with some naughty ideas of Lars and the back seat of Mr. G's limo. Which is actually how her leg got propped up over the side of the tub as she imagined his lovely, accented voice in her ear and his lovely, muscular body sliding her down the seat. Mmmm...very nice.
But maybe she drank too much of that stuff, because when she finally had that feeling, the explosion in her body that she had never known before, it was a different voice in her ear, one with a decidedly different accent and growl. Then she switched back and forth between the two, fingers still stroking, and another wave of highly addictive pleasure racked her body. She had no idea that she was crying out quite loudly, because she was simply immersed in this newly discovered power and pleasure that had been long denied.
It was so good that she was all wobbly legged when she got out of the tub and dried off. She threw her damp body down on the bed, the one with the mirror over it, that she never slept in, and looked at her nude form.
She could have slept. She should have slept. But Cody Jean was like a drunken excited child with a new toy at Christmas. She just wanted to play with it.
So she did.
Finally, she passed out at about three in the morning, drunk and buried under the covers, one very satisfied little girl. Cody Jean decided that she might never leave her room again, and she certainly didn't need any stupid boys, not when she could make her own self this happy.
She might need more champagne, though.
It all started when she got to Miss Dupont's suite. Miss Dupont, feeling very bad about the disaster that occurred at the Halloween party, had Cody Jean's favorite strawberry crepes there with mimosas. Now Cody had never had a mimosa and it looked just like orange juice to her.
A few mimosas later, they were in the spa area of the hotel, having their nails done. They had more mimosas, and then switched to Cristal champagne. They had manicures, pedicures, massages and then waxings. Cody Jean had her eyebrows done and decided that Miss Dupont was seriously cracked in the skull for letting someone put hot wax on your body and yank your hair out! Rich people are too dumb to use a razor, she reckoned. But a couple more glasses of that Cristal stuff, and Cody let them do her legs and bikini area, with barely a peep! And she had to admit that her legs and other areas were as smooth and soft as a baby's behind.
That was just about the time they started talking about the things that Mister Bryon suggested that she do, and Miss Dupont just laughed and laughed when Cody Jean told her the dire warnings that Gran had given about such things. When it was time for Cody to go back to the Royal Suite, Miss Dupont had tucked a chilled bottle of the Cristal in her backpack.
So, after the butler set up her bath, Cody fixed a big old glass of that stuff and decided to follow Mister Byron's advice. Her fingers, unsure of what to do, became much more nimble and responsive with each sip of the bubbly wine. Thank heavens she locked the bathroom door, and the bedroom door, so the guys wouldn't come in and find her with one leg up on the edge of the tub, her eyes closed, music playing and fingers exploring the body that belonged to her. It took a while.
Okay...it took a long while.
She got kind of scared, a couple of times, because this feeling made her worry that she was going to pee in the tub. So she got up, and went pee, kind of getting bubbles and water all over. But then she'd settle back in and go back to it, drinking some more, thinking about...well...a couple of people. For someone unused to fantasy, she was doing fairly well with some naughty ideas of Lars and the back seat of Mr. G's limo. Which is actually how her leg got propped up over the side of the tub as she imagined his lovely, accented voice in her ear and his lovely, muscular body sliding her down the seat. Mmmm...very nice.
But maybe she drank too much of that stuff, because when she finally had that feeling, the explosion in her body that she had never known before, it was a different voice in her ear, one with a decidedly different accent and growl. Then she switched back and forth between the two, fingers still stroking, and another wave of highly addictive pleasure racked her body. She had no idea that she was crying out quite loudly, because she was simply immersed in this newly discovered power and pleasure that had been long denied.
It was so good that she was all wobbly legged when she got out of the tub and dried off. She threw her damp body down on the bed, the one with the mirror over it, that she never slept in, and looked at her nude form.
She could have slept. She should have slept. But Cody Jean was like a drunken excited child with a new toy at Christmas. She just wanted to play with it.
So she did.
Finally, she passed out at about three in the morning, drunk and buried under the covers, one very satisfied little girl. Cody Jean decided that she might never leave her room again, and she certainly didn't need any stupid boys, not when she could make her own self this happy.
She might need more champagne, though.