Colette Cherry Nude Novels & Stories

{~Nathaniel Cross~} “What were you doing out with that guy?” Those were my first words to her. Cherry squeezed her straightened out hair, draining the water fall onto the wooden floors. I inhaled, telling myself not to get upset over this. I looked her over as her darkened hair continued to wet my nice floors. She’s in a red bandeau-style crop top that’s covered in fringe or some feather-like texture with small sparkly embellishments. It sits across her chest, covering just her breast area, leaving her torso and stomach open and exposed.

She knew we saw what she did to her. "Hey Cherry! " You okay?" asked Sammy, who came up to her and hugged Cherry. Yes, I am fine! When she wiped her ass off with her hand, I wanted to make sure I didn't get my pretty dress dirty," she said with a sad smile, tears blocking her eyes. We all are wearing the same dress but different colors, Cherry is red, and mine is Pink; Nessie is Black; Samie Marie is orange; Savannah is Teal; Sammy is White Gold. It has a sweetheart neckline, and it is long, and we all got the same hairstyle and make-up, and the shoes are all flats.

Cheryl felt that she was more beautiful than the person with her ex-boyfriend right now. "Don't feel outmatched, Cheryl. Eve is way below you," Cheryl said. Cheryl sat down at the dressing table and began applying a bit of light makeup to her face. Not flashy, the makeup on Cheryl's face looked natural. She looked at her face with a smile. Her choice of lip cream fell on a dusty nude color, combined with a cherry-colored lip tint. Physically, Cheryl is unquestionable. Therefore, Cheryl can be a model that many people recognize. "Okay, done," Cheryl said with a smile.

Cheryl is dressed up so beautifully today to meet her prince, she's wearing lipstick, eye shadow, mascara, blush, and 2 centimeters thick powder. Cheryl felt like she was a slut. Cheryl appears more girly, even though Cheryl is a super cool human who doesn't care about her appearance. Cheryl wore a maroon blouse combined with a mid-long skirt, wearing white sneakers. Cheryl was so confident, and she was sure the handsome one would be smitten. Cheryl curled her long straight hair.

Abi wanted to take Cheri's girl on girl virginity with or without Gio taking her actual cherry. Cheri was about five foot two with the blondest hair Abi had ever seen it was almost white, it was so blonde. The cut was cute but different, long in the back like touch the top of her ass long and only chin length in the front. For about three inches, she had dyed the ends cotton candy hot pink. The girl's eyes were the color of fine Kentucky whiskey, a caramel colored amber, and the girl had no need for makeup and wasn't wearing any.

“Your first appearance will be the Thorne Consolidated Annual Charity Gala this Saturday.” “I don’t need anything new,” Elena replied. “I already have formal wear.” Colette smiled politely. “What you have isn’t suitable for the venue, or for the attention you’ll receive.” She draped a length of midnight-blue silk against Elena’s shoulder. “Mr. Thorne prefers this color. It photographs well.” Elena stared ahead, jaw tight. “It conveys stability,” Colette added. “Which is important.” Hands moved around her, pinning, measuring, deciding. Elena remained still, her body present while her mind quietly took notes. This wasn’t about comfort or taste. It was about control.

Pairing it up with some black stilettos and a simple cream clutch purse, the finished deal was quite startling. A spritz of Coco Chanel and full war paint completed the look, which included traffic-stopping scarlet lipstick. Taming my glossy chestnut curls into submission, I placed them into a French knot and used half a bottle of hairspray to glue them in place. I was in control at the moment, and that was the message I wanted to convey. I immediately laughed at myself. Who was I kidding? As soon as that beautiful face was before me, I would need tranquillizers to subdue my body’s response. That would work in my favour behind closed doors, but it would be almost unbearable seated two feet a

Useless, naive. Perfect. When she looks up, recognition flashes in her eyes. “Are you—Vivienne Westwood?” I smile. Ah, so she knows me. “Yes, darling. And you are?” “Colette,” she says, blushing. “I—I work here. I’ve admired your work for so long.” Of course she has. Everyone does. Her awe is almost too easy to exploit. I soften my tone, leaning in like we’re girlfriends sharing secrets. “Tell me, Colette… do you have time for a coffee? I find myself in need of… company.”

When Lucy entered, she stopped dead in her tracks. The room had been transformed. Racks of clothes lined the walls, dresses, blouses, pants, jackets, all in various colors and styles. Shoes were arranged on a long table, from elegant heels to practical boots. Jewelry sparkled from velvet-lined cases. And in the middle of it all stood a tall, thin woman with severe black hair and sharp eyes, holding a tablet. "Ah, you must be Lucy." The woman's accent was French, her smile professional. "I am Colette. Mr. Cooper Castellano hired me to update your wardrobe."

Looking at myself under my duvet, I was naked. Holy cow! "Wait a minute!" I yelled as I stood up immediately and went to pick them up. I pulled them up quickly, one after the other and went back to sitting on the bed like nothing had happened. "You can come in." I called out and immediately an excited and ready to school Cherry got in. She was wearing light blue jeans and a black crop top underneath a dark brown leather jacket with dark brown leather boots. She was really mouth dropping. Her make over was also lit and she couldn't be anymore prettier. Beauty that flowed in the Banley's bad blood was astounding. Like for sure!