She’s in one weird ass outfit!

You’re sitting on the edge of the fountain when you see Vivienne; she’s walking over to you, smiling. You’re struck by how gracefully she moves, by the fact that she looks even more beautiful than in her pictures—and because she’s in one odd little outfit. It’s very black and very gothic, mostly made of leather and lace. Her waist is made extra thin by a tightly-buckled corset, which pushes up her F-cup breasts, creating incredible cleavage. She’s also wearing a frilly black petticoat and a large black hat with a short veil hanging down behind it. Her lacey gloves go just past her elbows, but leave her fingers free; you can see she’s painted the nails black. Her petticoat ends at just about the knees; you can see black and white striped socks sliding up her long, slender legs from underneath her high-heeled black boots. She looks like a gothic supermodel, glamorous and dark and sexy all at once. Even her facial expressions ooze with posh sexiness.

“John?” she asks. Her voice is somewhat low-pitched, but smooth and feminine. She has a sensuous French accent.

You nod. You can’t take her eyes off her; your eyes are wider than dinner plates but you can’t seem to close your eyelids at all. Fortunately, Vivienne seems to like this; her smile widens, and she bends down slightly, so that her cleavage is pointed right at your eye level. “Shall we go to our movie?” she asks. You nod again, though your head is barely moving. You feel intoxicated. She takes your hand and helps you to your feet, and the two of you walk to the theatre. She has posture, you notice, and you feel embarrassed for slouching, so you try walking upright. (Within minutes you forget to keep doing this, of course.)

The movie has been out for a few weeks so the theatre is mostly empty. The movie seems good, though you can barely think about what’s happening on the screen. Your eyes keep trailing over to Vivienne. Every time you do it her long-lashed eyes latch onto you and she grins. Midway through the film there’s a sex scene. It’s not a very good one, but the fact that you’re watching it with Vivienne gets your blood pumping. This time, Vivienne gives you a flirty glance before you can even look at her, and you feel her fingers walk like a pair of legs across your leg, until they reach your crotch. She turns away from you when it’s there, staring at the screen with a suggestive smile, her hand rubbing and squeezing your crotch gently. The woman in the film starts to have an orgasm; she’s moaning up a storm. Vivienne turns to you again; she starts mimicking the woman in the film silently, lip syncing her mouth to the moans of the woman, an expression of ecstasy on her face. She leans close; her cleavage brushes against your shoulder. By now you’re so hard your pants have a rather tall tent, but Vivienne is still rubbing you. She moves in closer and closer, still mimicking the moaning woman in the film, until her lips meet with yours. She pushes her lips deep into yours for a moment, then turns her head to the side slightly to plant a second kiss. She bites your lower lip, pulling on it slightly before giving you another full kiss. This time she parts your lips with her tongue, then feels around inside your mouth with it. You start poking her tongue with your own, and then the two tongues start to act like they’re thumb-wrestling.

“Mmmm!” Vivienne’s muffled moan comes a half-second before the woman in the film climaxes and lets out a similar moan, interrupting Vivienne’s. Vivienne at last pulls away, still looking at you and giggling softly. Her hand pulls away as well, which is just as well; any more and you would have creamed your pants.

When the movie ends, you and Vivienne walk out. She seems both happy and excited. “What now?” she asks you.