Mel was tickled pink I made it home three days before New Year's Eve. She got an invitation to a very exclusive party from Mr. Boone and was dreading going alone, but since I made it back in perfect time, I was her new plus one.

  I admit, I felt a little weird going to a party given by Mel's Don at the club. I didn't think the members were allowed to see our face, so there was no way we could socialize outside the club. It made me wonder how close Mel was to this Mr. Boone.

  One New Years Eve day, Mel insisted we start getting ready at noon. The party was late to start at nine, but Mel insisted we needed every minute to make tonight a success.

  Mel dressed me in a beautiful royal blue gown. The blue silk underlay of the dress fit like a second skin with spaghetti straps stopping at the very top of my thighs.

  The lace covering was black and see-through with delicate designs placed along the bodice. It had long wide sleeves with a train flowing on the floor. With a slit up each side ending at the top of the slip underneath. Blue stilettos with black roses designed in the print completed the look.

  Mel added curls around my face with my hair then let the rest fall in one long wave. She kept my makeup to a minimum. Just a little eyeliner, mascara, and a blood red lipstick.

  When she finally let me see the finished look I was truly amazed. The hair and dress made me look like a movie star from the '30s. Mel didn't disappoint coming out a little later looking like a Jean Harlow impersonator.

  We left the apartment around 8:30 p.m. and caught a cab. Mel gave the man an address, but all I could make out was Trump Towers.

  Traffic was a nightmare. Worse than normal trying to make it close to the heart of New York City. We were about two blocks from the building when we decided to walk.

  The cab ride was already 45 minutes long. It would probably take us another 20 minutes to get the last two blocks.

  We split the fare then joined the crowded streets. Mel and I were walking arm in arm laughing and joking with the festive people around us. We almost walked by the front of the building talking to a group of guys wanting us to go with them.

  Mel and I finally made it into the lobby of the building alone. I gave it a quick look before following Mel to the elevators. The set she was in front of said 'Upper Floor Only'. When the elevator opened we stepped inside then Mel hit the floor and my stomach sank.

  I'd never been that high in a building before, and frankly, it scared the life out of me to go up so high! I stepped closer to Mel and grabbed her hand for strength as the elevator took us to the Penthouse Floor.

  When the doors opened we heard music and people behind the door. Two men in suits were standing at the front checking invitations.

  Mel handed hers to the guy holding the clipboard. He checked it over then looked at his list before giving Mel a crooked smirk.

  "Ah, Ms. Blu and her guest Ms. Black. Mr. Boone's been expecting you." I could tell the prick was laughing at our names thinking they must have been made up for the night. If only he knew!

  Mel started pulling my arm towards the door, not paying any mind to the goons at the door. She didn't miss a step as she called out. "I'll find him when I'm ready!" Then walked through the door like she owned the place.

  The penthouse was grand. Everything you imagined a multi-million dollar apartment in New York would be. A two-level staircase took up most of the entranceway with its sleek design leading out to an open room and more I couldn't see.

  The place was packed with people dressed as fancy as us. Mel didn't stop pulling me around until we found the bar and two available seats. She ordered both of us a shot of Patron and a Gin and Tonic.

  I took the first shot a little too eagerly. I was trying to loosen up my nerves, being in a room filled with all these people. Mel grabbed the second shot raising it in a toast.

  "Let's dance into the new year and keep the good times rolling!"

  I gave her a quick "Hell yeah!" before tossing the shot and finishing my Gin and Tonic. I sat both glasses down then Mel grabbed my arm moving us onto the makeshift dance floor.

  We danced with each other song after song. Both in our own little world not caring about the people beside us. The alcohol was giving me a slight buzz helping heat my system as I moved my body to the heat of the music.

  Waiters were walking through with shots on trays ever so often giving us the perfect excuse to stay on the dance floor. I was having so much fun dancing with Mel using her as my bitch while I grind against her during the slower jams. My calf muscles were screaming for some relief, but my body couldn't stop moving to the beat.

  Different body parts were on me while I danced, but none stayed for long. Until the large pair of hands that were currently gripping my waist. They had been there for the past three songs.

  I came out of my drunken haze noticing a hard chest and thigh running the length of my back. The hands grinding my ass against his growing member.

  My body instantly heated for a different reason. The only time it did this was when Master D was around. There was no way the person dancing behind me was Sir. My body was playing a trick on me.

  I looked up and noticed Mel wasn't in front of me anymore. I looked around the dance floor and she was gone. I guess she went to meet Mr. Boone. She could have told me before she left. I moved my hands to the ones at my hips, lifting them so I could spin around.

  When I saw the face of the man holding me, I gasped. Only pure sin could look this good! His black hair was a little long curling on his forehead and collar. His black eyes seemed to glow. He had to be 6 and a half feet tall with a golden complexion, and a face that looked no older than thirty.

  He had broad shoulders and a bulky build, but I could feel every muscle he hid under his expensive suit. His five o'clock shadow caught my eye, and every time he moved I saw ink on his skin.

  The man's intense onyx gaze caught mine as he continued to move my body to the beat of the music. Not a word was spoken, and neither of us blinked as we danced in our own world. We broke our stare when the DJ announced it was one minute to New Years.

  The man took one of his hands from my hip and tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. Then he brought his fingers under my chin, tilting my head up toward his. As soon as my eyes found his, I couldn't look away again.

  The DJ started to countdown from ten. The man's thumb ran across my bottom lip.

  Five... His head bent down coming toward mine.

  One... His lips landed on mine, causing fireworks to go off behind my eyes as well as outside.

  He tasted of bourbon and dark pleasure. His lips searing themselves into my brain. I brought my arms around his neck running my fingers through his hair. Then just held on for dear life while this man consumed me from the outside in.

  Mel found me in the exact same spot sometime later. I felt someone poking me in the shoulder repeatedly breaking me out of the kiss with my stranger. When I turned around and realized it was Mel, I jumped back from the stranger.

  Mel gave the stranger a once over then grabbed my hand. "Come on, Abbie. The clock struck 12, now we gotta bolt like Cinderella."

  I couldn't even make a sound of protest before Mel started dragging me back through the party. I took one last look at my stranger. His was definitely a face I could use for My Master D.

  I laughed then followed my Fairy Godmother back home again.

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  Callie

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