Lolita had invited all the committee members to her birthday party and told them attendance was mandatory. The light reflected from the silver chandelier's crystals hit the life-sized ice statue of Lolita, making the room sparkle.
The orchestra played classical music. The music was wonderful, as if Ludwig van Beethoven were in the room playing Moonlight Sonata on the piano. The room was decorated with white and pink balloons, and a sign saying "Happy 26th Birthday, Lolita."
Lolita wore a white corset dress with a heart-shaped bodice showing off her cleavage. Happiness bloomed inside of Lolita. She felt like an elegant rose. The room smelled delicious because of the buffet of oysters, Iberico ham, moose cheese, bluefin tuna and lobster.
She grabbed a glass full of red wine from the waiter's silver platter. The waiters wore tuxedos, black jackets, bow ties, and white dress shirts.
Axel walked in carrying a white puppy in his arms. It had a gold collar with diamonds on it. "You look stunning in your dress."
Lolita thought her smile was iconic, like the Mona Lisa. It'd been four hours, and he was the first one to compliment her.
"Thanks."
"I got you a puppy for your birthday."
Lolita shrugged her shoulders. "I don't have time for a puppy. Why did you get me it?"
"I think you're lonely and you need company."
She finished off her drink. "Waiter! Take this mutt and put it into one of the spare bedrooms."
"It's not a mutt. It's a purebred Maltese."
"I don't care what it is. I just want it out of my sight."
The waiter accepted the leash from Axel and left with the dog.
Axel sighed. "How many drinks have you had?"
"I can drink as much as I want."
Lolita leaned back in her chair, savouring her wine while the round tables were elegantly draped in white satin tablecloths. In the centre were porcelain vases of red roses.
The committee members were socializing, but they all had the look of 'I don't want to be here' on their faces. Lolita was drunk and felt lightheaded.
Axel sat beside her. "Are you going to open your gifts?"
Hundreds of gift-wrapped boxes sat on the sixteen-foot-long table. Lolita would end up throwing away most of the gifts. It was impossible to buy for someone who already had everything.
Lolita said, "I'll be in a bit. Alina!"
Alina hurriedly approached Lolita. With a swift motion, Lolita snatched the glass of wine from Alina's tray, her hand tilting precariously as the deep crimson liquid cascaded onto the shimmering gemstones in her dress.
A sharp gasp escaped Lolita's lips, her voice laced with frustration as she exclaimed, "You idiot! Look at the mess you've caused!" The atmosphere shifted dramatically, the lively music abruptly ceasing in response to her outburst.
Alina instinctively stepped back, her expression a mix of surprise and concern. "I'm truly sorry—" she began, but her apology was drowned out by the rising tide of Lolita's anger.
"You've completely ruined my dress!" she shouted, her voice echoing in the now silent room, amplifying the tension that hung in the air.
Axel, sensing the escalating situation, placed a reassuring hand on Lolita's thigh, his voice calm and steady. "Easy. It's just wine. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." His fingers gently caressed her thigh, a gesture meant to soothe.
"Fine," she groaned.
Axel encircled her waist with his arm, assisting her as she rose unsteadily from the chair. She leaned against him, her head resting against his chest, feeling the crispness of his impeccably pressed white button-down long-sleeve shirt against her cheek.
As they navigated the hallway, her mind spun like a top, the events of the evening swirling chaotically in her thoughts, the weight of her frustration momentarily forgotten in the warmth of his embrace.
Upon reaching her bedroom, Axel opened the door, revealing Lolita's bedroom illuminated by a stunning waterfall chandelier, its crystal prisms casting a dazzling array of light against the soft cameo pink walls.
Lolita settled onto the edge of her bed, her expression softening as Axel knelt gracefully on the plush carpet, carefully removing her high heels and placing them neatly on her shoe rack. "I need you to unzip me from my dress," she instructed, her voice now tinged with a hint of vulnerability.
"I need you to unzip me from my dress," Lolita said.
Axel hurriedly approached Lolita, his anticipation palpable as he deftly unzipped her dress and unclasped her bra, liberating her teardrop-shaped breasts from their confines. The relief of shedding the tight garment was evident on her face, as it had been uncomfortably snug.
He stored her dress in her closet. Shook his head, disapproving of her slightly sagging stomach above her laced cherry-red thong.
He said, "Lolita, you're putting on weight."
Lolita shrugged. "I need to get liposuction."
She indulged in an excessive amount of white truffle chocolate, a guilty pleasure that contrasted sharply with her ineffective diet pills. It became clear that a new prescription from her dietitian was necessary to regain control over her cravings.
"I want to make love with you."
The taste of her peach-scented lipstick lingered on his lips, while the refreshing minty aroma of his breath enticed the moment.
She didn't mind having casual sex with him. Especially when she was drunk, it made the sex more thrilling. After all, he wasn't bad in bed.
With a swift motion, he shed his blue blazer, shirt, and knit tie, followed by the unbuckling of his napa leather belt and the removal of his dress pants. He pulled down his boxers, showing off his curbed upward penis.
She reclined against her plush pillow as he discarded her thong into the hamper. Her legs opened wide on the bed, revealing the meticulous Hollywood-style wax over her vulva's small, closed outer lips
His tongue swirled around her clitoris, igniting waves of pleasure that made her moan softly. He delved deeper, exploring the moist depths of her vagina.
Locking eyes with her, he smiled, noticing her dilated pupils—a clear sign of her arousal. She languidly traced her fingers over his sculpted pecs, appreciating the smoothness of his waxed chest, a detail he'd perfected to cater to her preferences.
"You should consider working out more often," she teased, her voice playful yet sincere.
He laughed. "And you need to drink less alcohol. You're sweating." He leaned in, tasting the coconut-scented lotion that adorned her neck, a delightful mix of sweetness and warmth.
"You're still on the pill?"
"Of course. I'm not ready for children."
"We can talk about that in the morning. Let's just have fun tonight."
He sucked on her breast, causing her to moan out of pleasure. His tongue swirled around her light pink nipple. He pushed his penis hard inside of vagina, going as deep as he could. Every inch of his six-inch penis pleasured her until she craved no more.