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Henri complained as Tia stood opposite him. Tia was very much in love with wearing black outfits for their dates… It was her favorite color. "My Lord, before you met me, Black has always been my color and code… it's my favorite and just letting go of it won't be that easy. It's as if you are telling a monkey to stop eating bananas but your majesty, I would see to changing it, as I would now go for brown and become 'miss brownie' and no longer 'miss black'," Tia said and winked with a cute smile.

TIA POV Despite my colour theme being blue and white, my mother and Hilary wore elegant silver dresses that complemented their freshly applied tanned skin. Neither my mother nor my sister got the olive skin pigment I did, so they were sporting their beautiful fake n' bake bronzer, and I relished it. My father, brother, and even Beta Miles, my sister's mate from Fisher Brooks Pack, all wore silver accent pieces to complement the females. I shouldn’t be surprised by this hostile takeover attempt, but it still hurts. My wants were never accepted; they were always wrong and changed to suit what Hilary wanted.

"Do me standing. You're way too naughty once I'm laying down." I stood up and went to her little basket of tanning supplies. "I want to try 30 all over. I'd like to start working on an all-over tan," she said. I stood behind her, and rubbed her down thoroughly, working straight down her body. I didn't spend an inordinate time on her ass, as much as I wanted to, but I did go back at the end and work my way over her pussy, taking the opportunity to explore her a bit. When she closed her legs, I knew it was time to move to the front.

I slipped off my trainers and socks and was about the pull my T-shirt over my head when Matteo instructed one of the make-up assistants to make my muscles stand out. As I peeled off the shirt, a pretty brunette approached a bottle of bronzing oil. She smiled brightly. "If you don't mind..." "Go ahead." I said a bit embarrassed. “But don’t make me look like an oil slick.” She giggled and started spritzing me before applying the product across my shoulders and arms to reduce the harshness of the studio lighting and highlight my muscle tone. The women nearby exchanged appreciative glances, some whispering, others sighing.

"That's what I'm really planning to do. Anyway, haven't you tried modelling before?" I was confounded. I wasn't expecting her question at all. I shook my head. "Really? That's a shame because I can visualize you being one. Your body ratio is close to perfection. You look so gorgeous as well, and please don't get me started with your skin tone that's making me envious." My cheeks heat up. Her compliment honestly made my heart flutter. My skin color was one of my biggest insecurities back then. "I've always wanted to have tan skin. I often go sun bathing at the beach just to achieve that tone, but the effect is just temporary," she grumbled, pouting her lips.

His shoes squeaked slightly on the linoleum floors. All clear, I reached out to Thane. On my way. And we need to book it. That nurse apparently took out a freaking news bulletin and announced it to the entire department, Thane replied. "Shit. Come on, Hols. Up and at ‘em, Adam Ant. Thane says we've got trouble." I pulled the blanket and sheets back. Her long legs drew my gaze. The sexiest shade of tan in the universe. Just a hint of sun tinted her skin. It was more honied cream than brown. I was pretty sure it was going to become my new favorite color. Either that or all shades of purple.

Near her eighteened summer and she was still prone to childish behaviors. Away from the harsh sun of her lands, her skin had lightened from the dark brown to one so light he felt it would turn olive with more time, but he doubted the possibility. Her skin was now a soft brown. A complexion it would maintain, never lighter or darker unless taken back to her land where the sun would be more than happy to scorch it again.

"Damien Karlson," the little boy replied. Both Cia and Zale smiled at him. That boy had beautiful honey tanned skin and jet black hair. His eyes had the lightest shade of green which were twinkling like stars every time he smiled through his pearly white teeth. "Beautiful name and how old are you?" Cia asked, stroking his soft cheeks. The boy beamed in Zale's arms and answered. "I am five," "You didn't get hurt somewhere, did you?" Zale asked the boy in concern because that kid fell with a slight force and it was evident in that thudding sound of his falling.

Had to check on the guy. I dried my hairs before changing into black silk pajamas and tying my hairs up in a messy bun. Looking at myself in the mirror, I looked like an illusion. My hairs had gotten darker and lips even more red. My eyes had a little tint of orange in the dark pool of red. I was guessing it was from the fire of Hell, that was slowly consuming me. My skin looked paler than before. I turned away from the mirror, making my way towards the door before Tan came to stand in front of me.

Sparks between me and the cute but shy T-girl next door. Enjoy. ***** I am 25 years old and living in a high-rise apartment in Los Angles. I have a very pale color skin. I am unable to tan, I simply burn in the sun. I have black hair and green eyes. I am six feet tall, with a runner/swimmers toned body. I swam and ran competitively in high school and college. I continue to run and swim every day to keep myself in shape and because I enjoy the exercise. I had all of my body hair, besides the hair on my head, eyebrows, and eyelashes, removed via lasers. So I don't even need to shave my face either.