Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 15:23:09 -0500 From: "~CK~" Subject: INT:EmJay:Preperations for the gala event... CK arrived at The Resort as the sun slid amber syrup into the dusky blue-velvet ocean. She had an hour or two to relax before the party. It was so kind of Raini to pop her back to her ocean-side bungalow, but she suspected the mistress of INT, had other plans...(don't let those bunny slippers fool you) *wink* After wrapping the green eyed EMT in a large red ribbon, and tying him outside of Wolfie's Resort house, (*devilish laugh*) she had hurried home and hopped into her large feather bed, and snuggled under the silk sheets to warm up. CK smiled as she hugged a feather pillow to her chest, thinking those snow angels they had made in Raini's yard, brought a new meaning to the term "nippy." A few hours later. as she walked down the stairs from her bedroom loft, to the living room, shaking off the lethargy, from her long nap, she was again gripped by that same growing sense of excitement which she had felt earlier, when thinking of the Emjay awards ceremony. She knew it was still a while before it would be time to leave for the party, so she pressed the excited agitation to the back of her mind. CK walked to the large picture window, which revealed the beach in all i ts dusky array. She smiled as she saw her companion, come trotting from behind a small stand of palms, toward the window. He was nearly indistinguishable from a black bear, in the dim light. Drakkar, made it to the window and sat down, looking up at his mistress, lips parted to reveal ivory canine's, offering a smile only a dog lover could appreciate. "Good evening darling. I see Pete popped you back here. Did you two ha ve fun?" The mahogany-eyed male, stood up and barked a reply, then jumped up, placing his huge paws on the outside window ledge, and began licking the glass. CK broke into laughter, then smiled, and turned, heading for the kitchen to get her friend his dinner. Later, after having fed Drakk, and making sure there was a fresh blanket in his house, CK went into her study and sat down at her writing desk. Of the entire bungalow, this room, with it's light oak panel, and high-polished wood floors, was her favorite. The walls were lined with shelves, that held hundreds of books, and tiny odd collectibles. Here CK could escape and relax, gazing at the different paintings, and prints she'd collected over the years; Picasso, Boucher, Van Gogh, and the more contemporary O'Keefe. CK picked up the remote, and turned on the cd-player. Soon the room was flooded with the soft, tip-toe melody of "Forest Scenes." She sat back in her chair and let the warm notes wash over her. She remembered the first time she had heard Schuman performed. It seemed a hundred years ago, or more, not just a few months... the pale light in the bedroom, the dancing of light with shadow, from a dozen scented candles, along with the heat from the fire, and "him." Those dark eyes flirting with her. And when the music stopped, their combined sighs and moans, made a low throbbing symphony of their own... CK's eyes darkened with the sweet remembrance. Perhaps he would be ther e at the party, perhaps not, it had been so long. She snapped off the cd-player, stood up and walked to the bathroom. I don't have time for that now, she thought, while she filled the large bath with hot soapy water. After talking a long leisurely bath, in French imported bath salts, scented with dried lily petals, a luxury and habit her best friend, Chad teased her about, she rinsed her tingling body with warm water. She had washed her hair the night before, since it was so think it would have taken too long to dry. As she unpinned her golden-red curls, the scent of jasmine, mingled with the lily. She reached for her bottle of body lotion, and smoothed it into her calves, behind her knee, where the flesh was sensitive to caresses. She moved her lotioned hands up to her thighs, and over her stomach, and finally smoothed the cool lotion over her breasts, and down her arms. CK walked to her lingerie drawer and pulled out a cream lace garter, and slid it up over her thighs to rest gently over the curve of her hips. Then she pulled out a pair of matching silk thigh highs, with tiny seed pearls which went up along the seams. She sat down on the edge of her bed and slipped the stockings up, and clasp them to the garter. She walked back to the drawer and paused before the floor length mirror. Her hair fell in long wavy curls to her shoulders. She had to admit, her long legs looked quite exquisite in the hand sewn stockings. And the lacy garter belt was so feminine and sensual at the same time. "All I need is a white horse, and I could go to the party as Lady Godiva." CK smiled to herself and continued dressing. "Now for my hair." she said, as she pulled a brush through the long waves until it shone like simmering magma. She pulled it back and braided it with black and golden seed pearls and tiny silk threads of the same color. She coiled the braid on top of her head, letting a long loop hang down in back. At each temple she let a long wispy curl dangle to either shoulder. CK walked to her closet and pulled out her dress, laid it on the bed and unzipped it from the garment bag. The last lingering measure of excitement rekindled, at the sight of the gown. It was the most stunning dress she had ever seen.. The gold, shimmering silk caught the light, while hints of pinks, blues, and purples leapt over the gold fabric. She stepped into the gown, and turned to the mirror. The water-like fabric, poured over her body like a second skin. It felt delicious over her nearly naked body. It was tight in the waist, rose up to mold over her chest, revealing the top of her full creamy flesh, and fell off the shoulder with short pulled sleeves. The skirt was tight to her hips, on down to her toes, with the side slit to reveal the bottom edge of the lace on her stockings. The back of the dress dipped into a V which ended just at her waist, and the bottom of the dress in back, spread out in a small train, the entire hem was edged in twisted gold roping. CK slipped into her gold satin heels, spritzed her hair with the lily fragrance, and looked once again into the mirror. "This may be *more* interesting than I thought." she said, smiling back at the elegant woman in the mirror. ~CK~