Free The Rich Girls' Club by HoneyB

meeting Stanley.
    Hope roamed her luxury suite at the Beverly Hills Hotel, checking each of the hidden cameras she’d placed in the living, bed, and bathroom areas. BHH was her number one choice for many reasons: the décor and exterior were her favorite color, pink. The five-star accommodations were available for those who could afford it. Celebrity sightings were common at the hotel, although that didn’t mean much to her. Hell, she had more money than most celebs she knew.
    “It’s show time,” Hope said, jiggling her perky titties in the mirror. Instantly her nipples became erect. Now all she had to do was get Johnathon back to her room after their luncheon and fuck him senseless.
    Her cell phone rang, reminding her to power it off later. But before she did, she answered, “Hey, Stanley. No, I haven’t changed my mind about rescheduling the vacation any time soon.”
    “But I postponed Paris just for you. When are we going to go, Hope?”
    “I’m busy right now. I’ll call you later, baby. Bye.”
    “Hope, don’t hang up on—”
    She ended the call and turned off her phone. She understood Stanley’s frustrations but it wasn’t like he was going to give up the best pussy he ever had. Stanley would get over it eventually. Hope smiled a devious smile. “Now, where was I?
    “There’s no way any man can resist all of this.” Hope slapped her own juicy booty. Her butt wasn’t flat like a pancake. It was hump-a-licious. She had the kind of ass a man could easily cuddle up against and part from behind, cup a handful and squeeze it tight. The best view for her man was when she bent over for Stanley—he could see her hair-free ass and pussy.
    Dropping three strong peppermints in an empty wine goblet, she added a half an ounce of bottled water. Upon their return, she’d drink the mixture before French kissing and sucking Mr. Water’s dick. The cooling sensation was sure to get him hard and the minty freshness was guaranteed to keep him close.
    Massaging her breasts, ass, vagina, stomach, arms, legs, and feet with shea butter, she toweled off the excess, leaving the right amount to make her skin radiant but not too slippery. She tied the sash on her red halter wrap dress. Although she preferred pink, when it came to seducing men a sexy red outfit was always best.
    Allowing her pussy freedom, she passed on wearing the red thong. She’d slip it on when she returned so he could ease it to the side and slip his dick into her slick pussy.
    Hope dabbed perfume behind each ear and between her breasts. Bright red lipstick highlighted her warm vanilla-toned face. Long luxurious strip lashes made her brown eyes captivating. She stepped into her leopard platform sling-backs, making sure her perfectly pedicured toes were visible.
    Easing her arms into her fluffy, white, wide-sleeved ankle-length mink, she admired the pink diamond solitaire on her right ring finger. Her earrings, necklace, and tennis bracelet were flooded with pink diamonds, too. Everything about her was real, including her intentions of deception.
    “Damn, I love being a woman,” she said, closing the hotel room door. Hope rode the elevator to the top floor. She was fifteen minutes late but with a million-dollar check in her purse she was certain Mr. Waters would wait if he had to.
    Her grand entrance into The Polo Lounge commanded everyone’s attention. All eyes, especially the men’s, were on her before she assumed her diva pose—tall stance, navel to the spine, ass tilted backward, one foot slightly in front the other. The stares from the women made it clear, although they didn’t know her, that they hated her.
    For Hope, men mattered; women that didn’t know her…did not.
    “Welcome, madam. What can I do for you ?” the host asked in a high-pitched tone, like he was going through puberty.
    She looked directly into his eyes, thrust her breasts forward, then smiled. Hope placed the tip of her manicured nail between her teeth, then slid her