The woman next to Victoria seemed to be examining her suspiciously, she scanned her eyes down Victoria's long, smooth legs until her eyes lay to rest on Victoria's handbag.
A Louis Vuitton handbag like this could cost up from almost $7,000. It must be a fake, concluded the woman.
Victoria slowly moved the handbag closer to her, snapping the woman out of her trance. After all, a handbag like this is not something you want to loose on Malaysian airlines buisiness class.
The woman began to examine Victoria more carefully, taking note of her clothes. Her Chanel dress, seemed almost too short for her tall and sexy figure. Meaning, anyone who may happen to drop something: such as perhaps the in-flight menu received at takeoff, would have a full view of her panties, or as the woman was surprised, and perhaps a little excited to find out; her lack of panties.
Victoria's persona and expression, made her seem like a real business woman, although she, and only a few others knew what she really did.
Victoria's long blonde hair was done up in a bun today, fixed together with chopsticks. However usually, her hair would be down past her breasts, naturally a little curly.
Victoria's eyes and lips were her best features, or so she was told by most people. Her baby blue eyes and her lucious red lips were the things a man could not resist about her
Her breasts were large, but not massive. Probably a 'C' cup on a good day. Victoria was the woman all woman wanted to be:
Smart, Sexy and Dangerous.
The woman examining Victoria could suddenly feel herself getting moist as she gazed up her inner thighs.
“Stop it!” she argued with herself “You are 25 years old, and dont have a man, of course you want her!” “But im not even a lesbian!”...
Or so she thaught.
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