<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em><strong>Name:Margo St. Claire</strong> <strong>Location: Spaldings Residence, making ways towards the pool</strong> <strong>Tags:</strong>Andrea</em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/bc30/f/2015/223/4/f/screen_shot_2015_05_06_at_9_05_47_am_by_superhardy2-d9572sl.jpg)</div><br/>The sound of my name, distant as it was, reached me from the living room, the lilt of my sister's voice causing a curving sensual smile to appear on my lips as I moved slowly towards the back deck. My shoes, louis vuittons, clack against the floor, they are my trademark, Andi would hear them and remember the first pair I had ever brought home, we had been in college and I had saved up all year, the shoes were totally worth the long hours spent dancing naked on a pole, They were sleek patent leather black with the signature red underside, but what made these special was the heel. The heel was an upside down model of the Eiffel Tower, I had loved those shoes, still kept them in a box in my closet, but after spending almost $2,000 I was hooked.<br/><br/>Walking out outside again two things hit me right away, the first was the sun, the blinding light had my hand immediately coming up to shield my hazel eyes, the second was the music. "I see your music hasn't changed much since college dear..." My sentence stopped fell away as I swung my eyes towards you, letting them drop to your lusciously bared breasts and torso. "Nor has your preferred attire..." Another pause and quick dart of my tongue across my lips. "Or lack thereof."<br/><br/>I raise my eyes to yours and tilt my head slightly, feeling the locks of my hair falling across my bared shoulder and tickled the flesh at the valley of my breasts. "Reinforcements at the ready!"I smile gesturing towards the house. "Speaking of which where is Chanel and Reese?"