Invincible Debbie Hair Down Novels & Stories

The simple things— She greeted her neighbors whom she had became acquainted to a little while back. Struggling to find her keys in her bag, she let out a relieved sigh when she felt them. Opening the door to her apartment, she heard giggles. The only thing she could think was maybe just maybe it wasn't what she was thinking. "I love when you speak Spanish..." Debby heard. "What can I say? I get that a lot, can't say you're the first." The woman giggled. Coming into view, Debby saw a woman with a jet-black bob cut... a few piercings here and there. She was laying on Eric's naked chest. Debby could only let out a gasp.

Debby vigorously blew dry her hair, and the loose neckline of her robe exposed her delicate collarbones, her eyes conveying affection and suggestive glances at Arvin. She was seducing him.

Debra rose from the piano and bowed, her hat tumbling off as her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Gasps echoed through the crowd as they took in her striking appearance. The light makeup on her face didn't weaken her beauty. On the contrary, it made her stand out against those heavily made-up socialites surrounding her. She exuded a fragile beauty that was both breathtaking and alluring. Yvonne froze, shock etching her features as she realized Debra had come down so quickly. With calm confidence, Debra approached Drake. "Mr. Lowe, care to join me for a dance?"

I had expected as much. The door opened a crack, allowing me a momentary view of deep blue eyes, and platinum blonde hair, and little else. The door closed and the chain was removed. When the door reopened I was rewarded with one of the most exciting views I had every seen in my life. Debbie stood there, her long hair swept to one side, dressed in an apron, with a white teddy underneath it. Debbie was a fan of the tanning beds, and her skin was a warm bronze. The contrast between the white hair and teddy, and her incredible tanned figure, tantalizingly hidden by the apron, was breathtaking.

Reba looks shocked, her mouth dropping, and her hand clutching her chest. "Do you get what you're doing? Do you get that you are jumping the fucking spectrum with this fight? Do you have any idea how hard women work to get here?" Debs voice rises as I have clearly unraveled her. Reba touches Deb's arm gently, as if to calm her. "Tate, trust me. I won't have you looking like a ... doll. We will find something that matches you're personality." Reba assures me. "Personality? Do you have something made of nails?" Debs huffs, crossing her arms. I glare at her, but kind of take it as a compliment.

'Working hard as ever, I see . She broke off. At the sound of her voice Debby had jumped, the plastic spray bottle of cleaning fluid dropping from her hand to wash basin with a muted clatter. She didn't pick it up, or check the porcelain for damage. Instead she turned her strong, slow-moving body to face Amy, who waited, puzzled at the effect of her casual greeting. 'Oh, er, hello Miss.' Debby pushed back her corn-gold hair, showing freckles oddly prominent on her pale cheeks. 'I, er, I wonder if I could have a word, some time? Some time soon,' she added quickly.