The New Paris

I get Isabel alone in the kitchen, and we hatch a plan to fuck with Paris. I stay in the kitchen and eavesdrop on the conversation,

"Why doesn't he find me sexy?" Paris asks Isabel. "Is Gissele really more his type?"

"Not really, but he has weird tastes."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, don't tell him I told you, but he likes women with mohawks, blue lipstick, lots and lots of green eye shadow, and wear the shortest, tightest booty shorts with the highest heels possible and tube tops. I told you, it's a weird fetish. He also loves bondage where he's the dominant one, and his lover is totally submissive."

"Interesting," said Paris. "Um, I gotta go run some errands." Paris fixed her clothes, grabbed her purse and left.

I came out of the kitchen and shared a laugh with Isabel.