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Diavolo Ch 01

Date: 2/21/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

pull it over her head. “Obscene would be walking out of here without them.” The black sparkly dress barely covered Abigail’s ass. Maybe it was a blouse. She just needed some leggings to go with it and some pretty flats. She hopped around on one foot as she pulled on the thong. It was nothing but a tiny triangle held together by three rhinestone studded strings. “This doesn’t cover anything!” Abigail protested. “It’s more for show, Abby. Here, put these shoes on. Hurry please. I think I just heard that wicked disgusting man revv up his Ferrari.” Abigail stared in horror at the red, four-inch stilettos. She’d surely break her neck if she attempted to walk with those. No matter, her mother was already shoving her out the door. “You can put them on in the car. Let’s go, sweetie. You’re such a dear, taking care of your baby sister this way. I always knew I could count on you.” “Mom, I’m not wearing a bra!” “Oh, honey, you really don’t need one. The girls here on the west coast are no smaller than a D cup and you’re—what? A B cup?” Her mother had the audacity to tisk behind her back as she practically shoved Abigail down the stairs. Abigail was a C cup, but that was beside the point. She was being dressed like a tramp and forced to seduce a man her mother repeatedly referred to as devil’s spawn and demon; all this to cover the reputation of her sister who really was a tramp. Marjorie practically shoved Abigail out the front doors. Barefoot, still clutching the red pumps over ... her breasts in mortification, she gaped at the red Ferrari sitting in front of the steps leading to the main entry. It purred like a beast waiting to devour her. Slowly, the top of the car folded down. Mikayla hung out over the door laughing as Angelo blew out a long puff of smoke from his pouty lips. “Come-on already. We were going to leave without you.” Mikayla opened the door. “Hop in the back. Your hair should dry before we get there with the breeze.” Abigail spotted Angelo trying to look up her dress through the rear-view mirror. She felt completely naked and out of her element. Lord help her. Even when she used the pool, she was more covered than this! “You look hot! Ariel’s gonna love you!” Mikayla chirped as the car wound its way around the circular driveway. Angelo balked in the front seat pulling onto the long oak-lined drive that would lead them to the front gates. “Ariel! Why Ariel? I’m available! Don’t be mean, Mickey!” Looking at Abigail through the rearview mirror, he added, “listen up, Abs. Don’t listen to your sister. She’s aiming to set you up with our bass player. He’s a miserable fuck. You don’t want him. We don’t call him Eeyore for nothing. You want me. I’m the sexiest one in the band and the funnest. With me you’ll have fun. I’m a fun guy!” “Oh, put a sock in it. You sound pathetic and desperate,” Mikayla snapped impatiently. “I can’t help myself. She’s cute. I want her before the others try for her. Once the others get their hands on her she’s spoiled ...