exotic and perfect in every respect. Be it her dark long hair, her sensational legs, her outstandingly firm, big breasts, or her completely divine face that needed hardly any make-up at all, with such lusciously arranged lips and elegant bone structure, Catalina had no trouble believing there were few women who had ever lived who could live up to the beauty she presented.
She was born in Colombia, her father moving her to this town more than five years ago for business.
Now she was twenty years-old. Between then and now, she had owned every social function, every school period, every room—hell, every minute that she had lived through. How could she not? Her perfection was too outstanding for anyone to think about anything else while they were in the room with her.
Today would be no exception. Skintight black boots wrapped around her awe-inspiring legs, leading up to a tight blue dress that made love to her sensational curves. A tight, gaudy jeweled belt wrapped around her tiny waist, sitting on her wide hips, and her lacy black bra was easy to see through the long v-neck of her dress, as were her stupendously bouncy breasts. Her hair was teased out to perfection—and she had worked so very little to get it that way, just spreading it out a bit when she got up in the morning. Maybe fifteen minutes of work, in all.
It was completely unfair to other women, she knew. And she loved it, loved being so much fucking better than everyone she came across, and loved that no one, ever, would ever be able to change that.
She rang the doorbell again, impatient now. Where was Amy? They had so much to talk about. Was David secretly great in the sack, or something?
She doubted it, though anything was possible.
Two years before, Catalina had publicly humiliated David in the high school hallway. She told her jock boyfriend, Dave, to punch him in the stomach and then pull down his pants in front of the entire cheerleading squad.
“Look at that!” she squealed, as David was bent over and trying to retrieve his breath. “Look at David’s baby dick!”
Red-faced, looking close to tears, he scampered on to a bathroom, trying to nab some privacy. The little coward didn’t even have the guts to tell on Dave. His dick wasn’t really that small or anywhere close—Catalina had just enjoyed humiliating him.
That had killed any chances of getting laid in this town, ever. Or so Catalina thought.
Now, she was engaged to Dave. Their wedding was in just two weeks. Amy was her maid of honor, which was just lovely.
Or at least, it had been. Then Amy had moved in with this David chump into a new fancy apartment after less than three days of dating him.
“We just need more space,” Amy told her. “David is an expert negotiator, so we got a great deal. And we’re going to need lots and lots of space.”
Catalina was having second thoughts about letting Amy be her maid of honor if she was willing to bring down her social status to such a low level in town, dating David for goodness’s sake. Living with him! It was unthinkable.
Finally, she heard thumps behind the door. It opened up to reveal...David.
Oh.
He was shirtless, wearing sweatpants. Had he gained some mass recently? She remembered him being incredibly scrawny, but now he was more...wiry. Ripped, really.
“Hey, good lookin’,” he said with a smile. “You look ravishing.”
She rolled her eyes. Maybe he couldn’t see it behind her designer sunglasses, or maybe he could, she didn’t care. Of course she looked ravishing. She was Catalina. Could there ever be any doubt?
“Um, yeah, whatever.” Catalina was confused. “Where’s Amy? I thought she and I were going out shopping for shoes?”
“Oh, she’s up here,” said David. “Just follow me.”
Before going into the apartment proper, they had to go up a narrow stairway. She followed him up the stairs. His back was layered with thick muscles, like he had been spending the past couple of weeks lifting and