Emma saw down stairs that a gang of Omertas Ball Breakers were on their way up, weapons drawn and ready to start shooting. Also coming from entirely different directions, latches, hidden doors and from inside previously locked rooms were apparently, teams, working together apparently, standing in the way of the Omertas, a confrontation brewing. That is when she saw D on the outskirts coordinating his "men" on the radio. They were moving like profession S.W.A.T. teams, the Omertas were just thugs with money. It was slowing the Omertas advance while the stalemate built up and people cocked their guns.<br/><br/>It was at this time that Emma felt a door handle jiggle open. Not wanting to blow her load in her mouth just yet, she burst inside and stopped dead in her tracks at the site of what was in front of her, allowing the feral one, Loretta, Darion and Becca to catch up fairly soon into this room.<br/><br/>Lords above she was gorgeous. Her body perfectly fit... but not just that, perfectly fit with all the right amount of curves a woman should have. And she was naked... completely. But covered in a complete swirl of reddish orange and yellow streams of body paint. No, she was more than gorgeous, she was unnaturally perfect. Her face was chiseled in such a way that expressed symmetry in an exquisite fashion. Her hair long, down past her shoulders, jet black and straight, contrasting against her reddish painted skin that went all the way and met her hairline.. Her skin flawless, no mares or marks. No blemishes. Her shoulders were just the right width for the rest of her body, while her torso came down with just the right shape of a V, squeezing her waist down to just the right hour-glass proportions before flaring out again at her rounded smooth hips. Her arms lithe but defined with muscle and coming down to just the right length near her hips, her hands, long-fingered but not dainty.  Her breasts were ample, but perky, again, not too large with just the right separation between then to create a lovely valley of cleavage , while her dark nipples remained perfectly pointed in straight ahead, perhaps they were taut a bit but not utterly so as they were just framed by smaller areolas. Her stomach was soft but cut out from her ribs and sides, giving that expression of how nice it must be to be a baby born inside her, all the while the painted skin was showing some definition of muscles under her tummy, a pack of abdominals that would normally belong to a wild woman.  Her hips were the child bearing type but her thighs were not so thick to make her awkward, again, but defined muscles made her legs seem to "go on forever". Shapely but not overly, womanly muscles but not overly built... somehow, everything just right. Her mound, hairless and not one part of her skin anywhere near any folds was not covered in the hues of reds, oranges and burning yellows.  Even her knees were not knobby at all, her calves were perfectly rounded, sculpted like they were from a Greek idol. Her feet were long and made her stance stable, her toes perfectly straight and not bunched up or crushed against each other, perfectly spaced apart, offering her stability.<br/><br/>She stood glancing at the woman who just burst through the door, with a long thin cigarette in her hands, her fingers holding on to a delicate filter, the cigarette tip burning away as ashes fell on the floor, her thumb flicking it away as the smoke rose from her reddish face. She leaned on who hip, her other hand against her desk leaning slightly back, her womanhood slightly exposed to Emma from this angle. Her lips curled a playful painted smile, maybe a bit of surprise but perhaps an expectant one, her red rimmed eyes shined at the lanky one, obviously disheveled and on the edge. She blew smoke out her curled dark colored lips, full in just the right places but not overly so, she let out a laugh, her white teeth contrasting brightly against her reddish hued skin,  this woman, Sex personified.<br/><br/><a class="externalLink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iEDrLe6b1sw" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Music played from her music box at her desk...</a><br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">I didn't know I was so popular around here...</span>" She took a few steps toward her, almost predatory in nature, "<span style="color: purple">Come...relax... make yourself at hoooome</span>" she purred that last part, seduction dripping from her voice.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>