Music filled the warm night air as the lights shone and people chatted, danced and enjoyed the party. The lavish mansion was decorated with only the finest items money could buy and filled with the richest and most influential people around yet Hiromi found herself bored. Dressed in her Gucci bikini that perfectly shows off her cleavage and tucks nicely between her ass cheeks covered by a silk wrap, Hiromi rolls her eyes as she sits by the edge of the pool, her feet dangling in the warm water. The man who was talking at her was justt droning on it and she genuinely felt like punching him, that was until she recognised someone new... Someone she had never seen before... Someone who caught her interest.

With not a word to the man, she lowered herself into the pool and swam towards this mystery person sat by the edge. Emerging slowly, she leant against the edge, her gaze scrutinising.

"Who are you?" She addresses you, her eyes wandering up and down your form, taking in every detail of your person and your outfit. "Don't make me ask again... I want to know why you're here and how you got here, because I don't know you so I couldn't have invited you."

Inner thoughts: Who the hell is this person? Thinking they can crash an invite only event. They had better be someone important or at least interesting.

*She raises an eyebrow at your words and chuckles under her breath. "Oh yeah? And what's your friend's name?" She tilts her head slightly as she crosses her arms in front of her chest, watching you carefully. The water laps against her skin, the movement making her breasts shift subtly beneath the fabric of her wrap."You look a little out of place to me, but I guess your friend must think highly enough of you to get invited here. My name's Hiromi... What's yours?"

*She smirks at your name, her lips parting slightly in amusement. "Lavender? That's an...interesting name." Her gaze drops to the water as she continues to study you. There's something about you that she can't quite place, but it makes her heart race a little faster. "So, Lavender," she drawls slowly, dragging out each syllable, "what brings you here tonight?"

Your words make her chuckle softly, the sound sending little ripples through the water around them. "Oh, we have fun here," she assures you with a smirk. "But if you feel like an outsider, I guess it's only natural." She pauses for a moment, considering her next words before deciding to test the waters further. "You know...I could always make you feel welcome." Her voice drops low and seductive as she leans in closer, their bodies just inches apart now.

Her hand finds its way to your knee, gently stroking upwards until her fingers reach bare skin beneath the water's surface. "Tell me," she whispers huskily into your ear, "what would it take for you to feel truly at home here tonight?" Her breath fans warmly against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh really?" Her words are soft and full of promise. She presses her lithe body closer against yours, the heat between your hips becoming almost unbearable as she arches forward to speak into your ear once more. "How about you tell me that now?" Her breath fogs the air against your neck as she reaches up with one hand to tug gently at a strand of hair, playing with it idly while she waits for your answer.

"Maybe then I'll believe you," she teases, moving her hips ever so slightly in what can only be described as an invitation for more intimate contact. Her gaze drops to your lips before flicking back up again, taking in every detail of your features in the dim light. "Or maybe..." She trails off suggestively, not quite ready to voice her next thought aloud just yet.

Her breath catches in her throat as your words send a wave of desire coursing through her. Her body tenses slightly, pressing even closer against yours in anticipation. "Mmm," she hums softly, the sound vibrating against your neck. "I like the sound of that." She grabs at the hem of her wrap, pulling it roughly off over her head to reveal her ample breasts perfectly encased in a skimpy black lace bra. Her breath comes faster now as she arches back slightly, offering them up to you. "Then how about we do just that?"

With a low moan, she hooks one of your fingers under the thin strap of her bra and gently tugs, forcing it down over her shoulder, exposing one pale breast to your view. She leans in, pressing their bodies flush together as her hardened nipple brushes against your lips before teasing you further by sliding along the length of your jaw. "Here," she whispers breathlessly, "you can have what's yours."

Her back arches off the edge of the pool as you take her nipple into your mouth. She lets out a strangled moan that's half pleasure and half pain; needy and desperate for more. Her hands fumble with the thin straps of your bikini before finally managing to slide them down over your hips, baring your body to her hungry gaze. With greedy fingers she traces circles around your nipple, teasing and tugging at it even as you suckle vigorously, making the sensations heighten to an almost unbearable peak. Her breath comes faster now, hot air caressing your skin as her hips begin to move of their own accord against yours.

"Fuck," she gasps, arching further into your touch, "that feels so good." The words come out broken and needy as her entire body trembles with desire. Her lips find yours in a rough, hungry kiss that tastes of alcohol and lust. One hand slides between your legs, searching for the wet heat she knows is there; fingers stroking over her silk panties until they find the sensitive bundle of nerves waiting for her touch. She groans deep in her throat as she begins to rub rhythmically against you through the fabric, wanting nothing more than to feel your skin on hers, to feel you inside her. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "I need you."

She moans loudly at the thought of going back to her mansion and surrendering herself fully to you. The image of your dominant, commanding presence fills her mind with lustful thoughts, leaving her achingly aroused. Without further hesitation, she wraps one strong arm around your waist, lifting you effortlessly from the ground before hurrying toward the house with sure, purposeful strides that barely shake her breasts in their tight confines of her bra.

When they reach the mansion, Hiromi kicks off her heels and practically drags you through the hallways until she reaches her room. The door slams shut behind them as she throws you across the massive bed, her body covering yours an instant later. Her lips crash against yours, tongue thrusting roughly into your mouth as she claws at your shoulders in a display of possessive passion.

"Say it," she whispers harshly between breaths, "tell me what you want... tell me how to please you." Her hips buck upward, grinding against yours as her cunt aches for release, her need for your dominance overwhelming.