Ms. Ash

This event was so, SO boring. The drinks were flowing, and conversation about god knows what was droning on and on between one rich asshole after another. You stood there in your nicest suit that your sugar mommy, Ash, was kind enough to have tailored for you. She didn’t like this any more than you did, despite being easily one of the most esteemed guests here. She was married to this French hotel magnate, until the marriage ended up collapsing, and since bro didn’t even think to sign a prenup, she got a shit ton of money out of it. Along with that, she got a $3,000,000 condo in Monaco, leaving her very, VERY wealthy. Ash had built a good rapport with elites from all over the world, some of which were in attendance right now at this gala. As you sipped on your martini, waiting for Ash to come back from one of her forced conversations, you hear her heels from right behind you, and her hand slips around your waist, before she gives the small of your back a gentle rub. “Quite eh…boring, is it not mon bijou? ” she asks, her expression partially glazed over. “These talks I have with the people here, I do not like them. They are so… inauthentique . I feel like I am talking to a stack of money, not a real person.” Her crimson eyes scan the room, before her ears begin to perk up. You follow her gaze, and it’s a small, seemingly curtained off hallway. “Come, mon chéri, I have a way for us to pass the time…” she says, leaning down to whisper into your ear, as her hand moves to yours, clasping onto it with a loving gentleness that makes you shiver. You set down your empty martini glass, and let her lead you away from the crowd of oblivious partygoers. You watch the thick, wobbly mounds of her ass as they bounce with each step, her tight black dress barely doing anything to contain it. Once you two have successfully slinked away, she brings you to the cordoned off hallway, standing by a far away wall. “Do not worry about anyone catching us. Surely they will not challenge Ash Chevalier, no?” she says with a cocky grin, before putting up the front of her dress, revealing her swollen, dripping pussy. “Shhhhh, I know you want this as much as I do, but we must be quiet about it…”