by Tilly Greene
At least the bells would help keep her grounded within her true self. Thankfully, her nipple decorations stayed hidden beneath the evening coat. This way she wouldn't disappoint James or Thorn, or need to answer questions about any visible body jewelry.
Liana looked down at her watch and decided it was time to make her way upstairs. Pulling the office door behind her, she locked it, and tucked the key in a pocket concealed in one of the sleeve's lining.
In little time she was in position at the main doors. With a couple of directors from the Grand Palais at her side, she was ready to greet the guests, ensure they checked their coats and were pointed in the direction of the cocktail party.
It seemed as if everyone descended at once. There were crowds of people, editors representing newspapers, magazines, from both France and around the world, and political and fashion dignitaries from all over. A couple of producers from televised shows and news programs had previously requested on-camera bits from her. One she would do here at the main doors before formally starting the evening, the rest had been arranged for after the showing had finished.
Standing before the small camera crew, she smiled at the interviewer and waited for the short Q & A to begin.
"We are here with the organizer and illustrator of the History of Haute Couture, Liana Trudeau, are you ready for this eagerly anticipated show to be opened?"
"Yes, it's been a long time in planning and I'm excited for people to see how extensive and groundbreaking this industry is."
"What have you learned about haute couture while working on this project?"
"How forward thinking the designers were and are. In most cases the items, be it dresses or accessories, are more like pieces of art than clothing."
"Do you have a favorite?"
"Oh no, I adore each and every one of them. Their individuality and superior workmanship is what we're celebrating here."
"When does the exhibition open to the public?"
"In two weeks, November first and runs through January."
"Thank you, Mademoiselle Trudeau, for taking the time to speak with us before the opening of the History of Haute Couture. We look forward to the show."
"Thank you."
The camera and light flicked off and she felt pleased with this first taped spot. After shaking hands with the interviewer and accepting the reminder of one more taping inside the show, she moved off to the side and greeted her lovers. She'd seen them come up behind the crew during the interview, and had been bolstered by their appearance.
"I'm glad you are both here."
"You always look beautiful, but tonight you shine, mon amour.” Thorn whispered to her as he kissed both her cheeks.
"Are you wearing your—"
"Yes, yes, James, of course I am.” She smiled back at her lovers and decided to put them on their toes. “In fact, I have on everything you gave me the other night."
"Everything?"
"That's right, filled with beads and clipped.” Turning around she started to lead them toward the party, but stopped as if she remembered something important. Once again she faced the men, and gave them what they were least expecting on a confidential whisper. “You two have tamed me as you promised, I'm all yours."
"Shit! Mon chaton, you can't say..."
"Mon coeur, you'll pay later for giving us this wonderful news at such an inopportune time like this."
"Promise?"
"Absolutely."
"I'll look forward to it, with bells on.” She laughed and continued on into the cocktail party and mingled. They settled her, and later, when they were alone, she'd tell them what was in her heart.
Throughout the evening, her lovers were always there, close at hand or within sight, although they didn't crowd her. Nor did she think anyone put them together as a trio, although one woman asked if she knew the Michaud brothers personally. Unable to wipe the satisfied smile from her face, she'd nodded, and the other woman merely sighed and walked away, muttering something about her possessing every man and woman's dream come true.
The night wasn't all easy, it seemed to drag on thanks to her little jingling reminders, and she couldn't help but feel how moist her pussy had become. It throbbed with want of filling and her nipples remained pebbled beneath her dress and short jacket. She wanted to let her lustful needs free for her lovers to rein in and control.
In the back of her mind, a picture of the cage she'd seen in James's cellar seemed to have taken residence, always taunting. She wanted in there, held captive for their desires.
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International Herald Tribune—Monday Edition
The History of Haute Couture, opening to the public in two weeks at the Grand Palais, should not be missed. The organizer, American Liana Trudeau, has created a simple yet elegant forum to showcase the fashion and its respected designers, but also manages to incorporate the social aspects and the immense workmanship that goes into each piece.
Throughout the exhibit, there are separate venues for specific designers, accessories and other points of interest to settle the viewer into the period in which they were designed for. Nothing was overlooked or skimmed over, not even the many skilled workers attached to each design and devoted ateliers.
The evening was filled with a who's who in the fashion world, and I had an opportunity to meet with the young lady during the show. It would be fair to say she literally rang with pleasure over her success. There is little doubt to this seasoned fashionista, we'll be seeing more from this woman. Her illustrations, which are included in the shows program, are of great quality and rumor has it a big fashion house has already requested she work with them on a promotional campaign. I was inspired by her enthusiasm, as well as her grasp on the purely French phenomenon that is Haute Couture. She has only the utmost respect for history and the fashion artisans place within it.
On a personal note, I suggest you don't make the mistake in thinking this woman is all about work, her love life seems to be on the right track as well. There were two gorgeous men following her every move. Not naming names but these men are a success in their own right by renovating for the future. In this viewer's opinion, they looked like a triumphant trio on all fronts, work and love.
Congratulations, Mademoiselle Trudeau, you are victorious in both work and love!
Viva Paris et l'amour!
About the Author
Tilly Greene was born into the easy folds of a sleepy beach town and embraces the laid back mindset she grew up with. Life took a turn one day while sitting in the back of the school bus with her friends: she was introduced to the joys of romance novels and has never looked back. Every day she looks forward to writing about women who are independent and confident, the men who love them, and their twisting passionate path to a happy-ever-after ending.
The bestselling author writes erotica and erotic romances in a variety of genres and enjoys hearing from readers.
Visit Tilly online at www.tillygreene.com for more information on her books.
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