Milan Fashion Week
"Aren't you joining us, Skye?"
Removing her heavy make-up after their successful fashion shows, Skyelar Natalie Morrison turned her head. The last leg of their fashion week gig was coming to an end. Skye was giddy with happiness. She couldn't wait to fly back home tomorrow and be with her precious family.
At long last, she could concentrate further on her master's degree in business management, too. Soon, her dream would come into fruition. Her brother A.D. promised to help her build a company of her own.
The youngest daughter of the distinguished businessman Eric Dominic Morrison, as a young entrepreneur, her blue blood flowed in her veins, she couldn't subdue her excitement to be a new CEO in the near future.
"We're going to celebrate with the girls and crew. Wang said she's paying for everything."
"Skye can afford to pay for you, Laura."
"Oh, I am aware of that, darling. Why do you think I'm inviting her", Laura grinned. "Skye will be our back-up plan if Wang would go eat her words of promises. So, are you coming along Skye?"
Skye opened her mouth and hesitated. All the other people in the dressing room were staring at her expectantly. It was as if they were already anticipating for her to decline the invitation, just like what she always did eversince she joined the Modeling World at the age of 16.
However, tonight would be different. For tonight would be her final trip in the fashion world as a professional fashion model. By next year or two, she would be joining the fashion world as a fashion designer and a new brand owner.
"Sure, why not? I'll just collect my things and..."
"Really?! Oh my God! Now I'm more excited. Hey guys! Skye's joining us! Let's celebrate!", Laura announced.
All the people in the room laughed out loud.
"Let's grab a drink and shoot away the breeze tonight in a bar!"
"È tempo di feste!"
Skye smiled. Another colleague, Diana walked towards her and stood before her as she was busy reaching for her Baccarat Rouge 540 perfume and Iphone. Tucking them inside her small white Hermés birkin bag, together with her car keys and Portemonnaie.
"I'm happy you'll accompany us, you won't regret this, Skye." Diana stated and smiled. Pouting her full lips in satisfaction.
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"Drink this! It's polish vodka spirytus!", Diana was almost screaming at her, the loud music being played on the background was deafening to their ears.
"I-I'm okay with champagne." Skye raised her glass of Möet.
"Skye, don't be such a Coño. It's on Wang's tab. Here, let me pour you one." Lorenzo handed her a small glass. He was holding a bottle of vodka on the dance floor.
"Drink, Skye! Drink! Drink! Drink!"
"Chug! Chug! Chug!"
They chanted her name as Skye emptied the small glass until the last drop. The warm liquid sliding inside her, burning not only her throat but also her body.
"More Skye!", Diana commanded.
"No, I-"
"Here, drink up!" Sarah insisted.
Skye didn't want to discourage them and so she drained another shot glass again. Almost emptying the whole bottle the others prepared exclusively for her.
Unaware of the sinister plot that 'one of her friends' has planned for her.
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"How much are you going to pay me?"
"Patience, Mio Amore. I didn't even tasted that Fica fresca you prepared for me yet."
Skye slowly woke up from her deep slumber. She slightly overheard a conversation from the other room. Her thick eyelashes fanned, trying her best to stay awake. Her whole body limp and cold. She could still hear the faint sound of the loud music somewhere nearby. That meant she was still inside the Regina Della Danza Club.
She closed her sky blue eyes tightly, taking a ragged breath, then scanned the room she was in. It was bright with rapid combinations of pink, yellow and green neon lights glaring inside. It seemed like a VIP Room of the club. With trembling arms, she tried to sat up. Her head throbbed in so much pain. With numbed legs, she slowly stood up and with heavily drunken state, she walked towards the door.
Skye immediately took a deep, inhaled breath. Her sudden bodily movements made her catch her breath. She looked down at herself and noticed how her nipples puckered against the cool air.
Her little silver dress was lowered unto her waist and her titties were opened in display. Her pink nipples peeked out of her disheveled dress. With trembling arms, she covered herself.
Puzzled.
Her mind wandered in dizzying chaos.
As she took another step towards the door, she felt different. Her intimate areas especially her vagina felt hot, like a molten lava. Her pussy juice started flowing between her thighs. Her eyes rounded in bewilderment.
She was horny to the hilt!
What's happening to me?!
"It was difficult to coerce Miss Goody-good shoes Morrison to drink that senza sapore aphrodisiac and to bring her here for you Alfredo, so I am expecting a large amount of cash from you."
"You will have il vostro denaro, only after my friends and I am finished with her."
Skye didn't want to hear anymore. Even in her state of drowsiness, she knew she needed to run away. She hurriedly escaped that room. Every step she took was a severe punishment for her body was sexually aroused.
Lasciviously, her body pulsated.
Almost running in haste, the long hallway leading to the place where the loud music was coming from, was her only way of breaking away. With her wobbly legs taking her away from that room, she looked behind her one more time to check if someone was chasing after her. Then she suddenly bumped into a strong, massive wall.
"Hey, are you alri-?"
No, it wasn't a wall. Instead, it was a hard back of a large man.
Afraid and drunk from whatever it was that they poured into her drink to keep her heavily sedated, Skye clung to the man's suit. Her hands trembled in fear.
"He... Help me... P-please...", Skye uttered almost in a whisper. She didn't even recognize her own croaked, voice. Her weakened state was getting stronger. Here was a man's figure that could make her find sexual gratification.
Skye, unconsciously started rubbing her lustful frame against him, unintended softly moaning in need. Her voluptuous breasts, half-clad, openly displayed infront of this stranger.
"What the- Skyelar?!", his deep, baritone voice stunned as he recognized her face even in the dimly lit hallway.
The tall man grabbed her by her upper arms and shook her. As if he wanted to wake her up from her delirious state.
Skye bit her lower lip, gasping in animal need. Moaning in fear and sexual tension. Him shaking her heightened more her carnal desire to find fulfillment. She raised her head to take a good look at the tall man's face standing infront of her, but her hazy state blurred her vision.
Who is he? How did he know me?
She tried to raise her hand and touch his obscured face but to no avail. Her eyes rolled back and her body fell limply against his.
"God damn it!"
Those were the last three words that rang unto her ears before she collapsed upon the gentleman's strong arms.
Skye drowned into a dark abyss.