Jem says, "Calm down, dear. Don't you remember we're old friends?"
Sharon's lips quiver for just a moment as she begins to say something, but immediately, something else rises up in her mind. Jem was...she was...right.
"Oh...of course, I don't know how I could forget," she says, raising her hand to her head and rubbing her forehead gently. Her mind buzzes with gentle confusion, sure that something is wrong. She's friends with someone, but it wasn't Jem, it was, and then there was a blank. A conspicuous blank, like a thought was sucked right out of her mind, but she has no idea what thought she's missing. And Jem just seems to make sense. They met at private school together, of course.
Sharon's lips curl, swelling with a combination of natural and artificial girth--just natural enough to look like they could be her own lips, fake enough that they are clearly beyond anything any lower-class woman can hope to accomplish. Money and breeding, blended together, expresses itself perfectly in her thickly pouted lips.
"Do you have any cigarettes?" she asks, then raises a silk glove to her throat. "I'm sorry, my throat must be doing terribly," she adds, feeling that her normal voice is unappealing and grating. Jem nods gently at Mimi, and the maid retrieves both a cigarette holder and a long black cigarette from a nearby cabinet. Mimi passes them to Sharon, who props the holder naturally between two of her fingers, letting the maid flick open a lighter and light the tip. She breathes in deeply, letting the smoke sink into her throat, then when she speaks, her voice is smooth and sultry, even faintly touched with a drawl to give her speech an air of pure class.
"Oh, dahling," Sharon sighs, the tips of her fingers draped on top of her growing breasts, before blowing out a ring of smoke. "These are simply divine. You must let me know where you get them." Her shirt and pants, no longer two separate things, have merged together into a dress that drapes from her shoulders across her breasts, allowing her to show off deep, smooth cleavage while still wearing a bra to keep her breasts pert and perky. The golden trim on the shoulders offsets the white fabric nicely, as does the pattern running along the rippling hem of her dress, hanging down around her ankles but still allowing a peek at her tall white heels.
Golden earrings wobble from her ear lobes, the little disks of gold jingling against each other in an ostentatious display of wealth complemented by the gold-trimmed diamond pendant hanging around her neck and dangling toward her breasts.
Sharon sucks down smoke from the cigarette as if she has lungs to spare, as if her body is conditioned to crave something between her lips to suck on. Jem looks her dear friend up and down, from her impeccable heels to her wide hips and her delicately enhanced breasts, and smiles as much as her face will allow. "Sharon dear, it's so good of you to come at short notice. I'm so terribly sorry, but I needed you here," Jem says.
Sharon blows another ring of smoke and smiles. "Oh dear, it's perfectly all right," she coos. "It's wonderful to see you again."
Sat Apr 27 04:56:02 2013