Julia was standing at the sting of the floor, overtaking the space. Her hips undulated in time with the music. She was the lady I had yearned for in my mysterious, sexy dreams since I was a teenager. Her wavy black hair swayed to the corner and center of her back, almost white but creamy skin tone, a sweet, petite, curvy kind of body that sprouted out her breast to the top with flaring hips and an ant’s waist that every lady would ask for. When I thought everything about her was over, I couldn't stop staring at her glossy wine-shaded lips and her hair that was well kept in bangs....

Her whole package was shown off through the skinny, tight black dress, the netted stockings with seams, and the five-inch high heels she had worn. I can’t lie - I have fallen in love!

I gathered up my strength and esteem and decided to approach Julia. With one of my lady-winning lines, she couldn’t bear to talk to me. Shame and disappointments couldn’t make me lose the shot I had already made. “You’re handsome,” Julia said. “I will take you, but only if you’re interested and willing to do as I say," she said. Definitely, my queen. “Your command is my wish.” She grabbed my wrist and took me down to the dance floor. I couldn’t believe it. My whole imagination had come true.