Laurel

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Damon and Laurel arrive back at their penthouse full of good food, excited for their upcoming trip to Belize, and eager to see how Laurel's online fashion choices translated to real life. Damon carried Laurel's shopping bags for her, directly up to the bedroom. There was a brand new set of designer luggage beside the bed.

"Are those yours?" she asked, while looking for her old shabby suitcase.

"They are for you, I thought you could use a new and complete set of luggage since we aren't sure how long we will be gone. Wanted to make sure you had enough room for everything" And I wanted to spoil you rotten he thought to himself as he watched her look over the expensive well made set.

"These must have been expensive? I feel like you are spending too much money on me Damon." oh the sweet look in her eyes, this was nothing, how could she still have no idea that she could have the world if she wanted?

"Money is nothing to me Laurel, let me spoil you, it makes me happy." it did, he wanted her naked, swathed in silks and dripping with diamonds while drinking the finest wine while he ate her pussy until she was screaming.

"Well at least let me earn it with some honest work." The warm feeling of her magic starting to flow over him, irregular bursts and waves. " I could model for you now if you wanted?" The smile she gave him let him know that some might not consider what she had in mind to be honest work for a lady at all.

He made a noise of appreciation from deep in his throat " I would like that very much"

Laurel grabbed the large paper bags and moved them just outside of the large walk-in closet, she took out a linen maxi dress in a pretty peach color. She slid her jeans and t-shirt off, and decided to ditch the bra as well. She wouldn't be wearing one while they were in the tropics anyways. The dress had thin spaghetti straps and was fitted through the bodice, but flared gently from her hips towards the floor. She looked at herself in the full length mirror in the closet, and smiled at her reflection, the dress suited her very well she thought. "Are you ready Damon?" she called out, ready to make her grand entrance.

"I'm always ready for you," He adjusted in the chair he had dragged from the fireplace sitting area closer to the closet, but still far enough away that Laurel would be able to strut on their private catwalk, and he could enjoy the view of her ass swaying with her hips as she would walk back to change outfits.

Laurel opened the door and walked out like it was a real runway, long powerful strides, her bare feet hitting the floor confidently on his tip toes on invisible heels, hips swaying seductively with every step as she made her way to stand in front of him. She did a turn and posed just out of his arms reach before turning around and strutting back to the closet for another outfit change.

Slipping the straps of the dress over her shoulders, she let the dress fall down her body to puddle around her ankles. Laurel stepped out of the dress, and bent down to pick it up, returning it to a hanger so the finicky linen fabric wouldn't become too creased or wrinkled before she even packed it. Looking through the rest of her shopping she decided to model something a little more casual this time, and took out a comfy cotton romper that was lemon colored with white polka dots, it fit her comfortably which she was grateful for as she had not been 100% certain on sizing. The romper was short, ending high on her thigh, with a halter neckline that had long ties that trailed down the mostly open back enticingly. It almost looked like a retro swimsuit but was made of a soft light cotton instead. She thought it would be cute for walks on the beach or lounging when it was too hot to do anything else. Giving herself one last turn in the mirror and deciding she looked rather fetching, she pushed the closet door open again and moved to strut her stuff, wearing comfortable flat strappy sandals she had also picked out from the website.