I didn’t think I could top my naughty mountain weekend, but I did, so I’m back to give you an exclusive. There is one thing, though, I’m having a little problem. Why, because telling you via email would get me into too much trouble and you may never hear from me again. Let me begin by giving you a quick recap. A week ago, last Monday, I touched base with my long-standing friend Camp Freddie. I wanted to tell someone about my raunchy weekend, but also find out from Freddie what he had been up to. His stories always outdo mine, but I don’t mind because they get me so hot. Anyway, last weekend Freddie invited me to see a show in New York. He and his gorgeous boyfriend were due to perform together live on stage. I thought it would be mostly men in the audience, but I think I made the wrong assumption somewhere. When I arrived, and on the way back from the airport in the car, he and his boyfriend were talking non-stop about a private party. We had reached Greenwich Village before it dawned on me that the show and the party they were talking about were one and the same. ‘So, are we going to a private party where everyone walks around naked?’ I asked as he parked his old VW Beetle (Bug), squeezing it into the tightest of spots. I think he gets a lot of practice putting things in tight spots! They wanted to take me for a quick drink to celebrate my arrival in the Big Apple, and it was then I dropped my first stupid question of the night! ‘I have nothing to wear, what is the dress code?’
They looked at each other and burst out laughing. Freddie walked off, and Kevin put his arm around me, (moist moment ladies) explaining to me how stupid my question sounded. Anyway, he said to me, ‘You love nudity. Freddie tells me you are always parading around in front of him naked.’ I went as red as a ripe tomato. But then my face lit up like it was Christmas again at his next comment. ‘Freddie says he likes you in the nude, you are the only woman he would go to bed with,’ and then he grabbed my ass. I was in a complete state of shock. I wanted to ask the question that I knew I should ask, but Freddie came back out of the bar and dragged me away. I was finding it difficult to breathe or concentrate, and a soon as I walked into the bar the entire place cheered out my name like I was someone famous. It was good to be back here with Freddie. We always have the best time ever. When I woke the next morning, I knew I shouldn’t have drunk so much, because my head was pounding. I checked myself over and was disappointed to find I was still half dressed. I was staying with Freddie and Kevin in their apartment, and neither one of them took advantage of me. I took a long shower, but then heard someone coming into the bathroom, I hadn’t locked the door! I peeked around the curtain, it was Kevin. He started to clean his teeth and spotted me watching him.
‘I’m in the shower,’ I had stated the obvious again, he must have thought I was an idiot. He steps over to the tub and pulls the shower curtain across, freeing it from my hand leaving me standing there with nowhere to hide. Feeling bold and not having any option, I went for it. I stood tall with my hands on my hips and tried eye contact, it might have worked save for the fact his eyes were all over my body. ‘Wow!’ he said, ‘I see what Freddie means!’ He looked back at my face – while I was trying my best to not blush. ‘I’m looking forward to the party now.’ He turned his back and dumped his toothbrush down, leaving me stammering for words. The ones that finally came out of my mouth were, ‘Do you do women?’ it was too late he had already left the room, he didn’t hear me. They took me to lunch and wouldn’t tell me a thing about what to expect at the party that night. After lunch, we went to a famous, appointment only, costume shop – it could have been a second-hand clothes shop. The prices were anything but cheat, I loved it and could have spent the rest of my life there. I bought a full-length cloak, scarlet red, which is my favorite color. The guys said I could have hired it, but I had a place on my wall back home for this baby, in pride of place where it would be talked about for years to come, I just knew tonight was going to be memorable. The kind lady at the shop gave me a black Venetian masquerade mask and said it was an antique with its own history. I tried it on in the shop and could feel a sense of confidence, maybe it was just the anonymity it offered? I asked the guys what else I needed? ‘Nothing,’ was their reply. They explained that I was only going to need the mask and cloak. I told them I would probably freeze to death because it was minus temperatures at night outdoors this time of the year, but they assured me they would keep me warm. I couldn’t wait.
They insisted that they saw me in the mask, and only the mask before we left the shop. Their hands were all over me, I was breathless and theirs for the taking. If only! They told me to get some sleep before we got ready to go out. I was too excited and what did they mean getting ready? All I had to do was shower and put on my mask and red cloak. Half an hour tops. I had thought about wearing hardly any makeup with bright red lipstick for tonight, or maybe black. It would be the only time-consuming thing to do. So, to kill a bit of time, I took my laptop out and started writing this email. I just had to tell everyone on my VIP list, no everyone on my list, my entire list, everyone had to know about this one. Olivia nude at a private New York party, only wearing a mask, the girls back home would go ape sh1t. Now how do I tell this story? I was stumped. There was no way I could spill the details in an email, I’d be banned in seconds by my email company. Instead, I lay back on my oversized bed (the one the guys made me sleep on), it was huge, you could sleep six people across with room to spare, maybe that was the point? My brain was in one of its overactive modes, but this bed was massive, they must have built the apartment around it, it had rounded corners two. My mind wandered, and I started to drift off. It could only have been for a split second, then it hit me. I sat bolt upright. That was it, the idea I was looking for!
I kick-started my laptop from hibernation mode and opened a new writing file. If I couldn’t send it out in an email, then I could write it into a scene in one of my books. And the I’m talking about is going to be available for f.r.e.e very soon, as part of our Fans of Fifty Shades of Grey promotion. It will be coming out to you in the next two weeks, leading up to the film release of Fifty Shades Darker, which I cannot wait to see. It may be in Nice, France or I might fly to London and watch it with some old friends. Can’t wait… you might have guessed that already! In the meantime, if you can’t wait and want to get your hands on my book, the one where the main character Scarlett does the same as I did at the private party I attended with Freddie and Kevin. The book is called “The Darker Shades of Scarlett, ” and you can only find it at Amazon – Get – Darker Shades of Scarlett
If you can wait, then you will get a chance to download it for f.r.e.e by from the middle of next week and until the end of February, 13
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I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I did living it!
Have a fabulous weekend my lovelies.
Loving you, Olivia, xoxo
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