Novel & Cerita Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

Her outfit said it all. "She's pretty..." Genevieve spoke up. "I noticed." My voice was strained. "But not as prettier as you are." Her comment caught me off guard. "I mean, I prefer brunettes to blonds. Blonds easily get wrinkles and the others, you know?" Absentmindedly, I shook my head. "They're leaving." I leaned over when I heard Genevieve say. I was taken aback when Kurt wrapped an arm around the woman's shoulder and with a smile starched on their faces, they walked out of the restaurant.

He punched my arm and I glared at him. “Eight months ago.” I took another glass which burnt my throat. “For real!!” He covered his face in disgust. “Why not try it with another one here, there are sets of Blondes you can pick from.” He took out his phone and called someone. “If she behaves, the last one didn't end well.” I replied. “This one will.” He smirked evilly. I nodded and crossed my legs, the door opened and three Blondes walked in,I glanced at Damien who motioned for me to choose. I sighed and choosed the curvaceous one in the middle.

And she had vowed not to rest until she no longer hated herself for praying her father suffer enormously. “Blue?” She looked up. “You’re not in trouble, are you?” The blonde woman she had envied disgustingly like a eunuch guarding a harem stood as perfect as ever. Sandra. Thin, petite, and spindly. Perfectly hourglass without any dips in her hips or dimples over her thighs. Not an inch of regrowth in sight. Somehow blonde but not cheugy. How Blue wished she could again pledge to foils. It somehow seemed more of a commitment than marriage. Why did she ask like it was almost entertaining to her? Did Sandra ever like her at all?

“You are lying. I can see it in your face. You look so tense.” “Why are we wasting time trying to be courteous with a whore?” the second man snapped, slapping the blonde’s chest. “Get straight to the point man,” “Right. She’s so pretty, I got carried away for a second,” he chuckled indignantly. “Spend the night with us.” “A threesome. We will reward you generously,” the second man chipped in immediately. Their eyes raked over me in a way that suggested they would have done far worse if the staff hadn’t been watching.

He pauses,looking at me closely. “You’re his girlfriend aren’t you? I saw the picture of you both in that phone”, he chuckled. His chuckle is cold and taunting, sending a shiver down my spine. “Bingo. Yeah,I think you’re the one he calls sweetheart,ain't ya? We got ourselves some leverage here, boys.“ Man 2:”Oh, this night is just gettin' better and better…” The blonde guy takes the knife off our necks. “We’re taking her!”

Konstantin asked me as he stared at the menu, his eyes refusing to give me any attention. “Champagne.” I replied and Konstantin looked at Amanda then nodded. “Of course.” She replied as she walked away a little disorientated. “She finds you attractive.” I said as I smiled. “I’m a kept man.” Konstantin said as I chuckled. “Hardly. I wouldn’t blame you since you have a kink for blondes.” I said and his eyes left the menu to look at me. “What makes you think blonde is my interest? They are smart but most of them get lost in the color of their hair than their eyes.”

“Seems a shame. So, what’re you doin’ now?” “I’m an artist.” “Really?” came Blonde #2’s bored response. She tugged on Blonde #1’s arm. “Come on, Jen. Let’s keep lookin’.” “Hang on. Even though he ain’t rodeoin’ no more, he’s still a hottie. I wouldn’t mind takin’ him for a test ride.” Blonde #1 winked at him. “You’ve got a great smile. I bet you know how to use that mouth, doncha?”

"Yes." "So, you're only into blonde women, huh?" I looked at her confused. She sat up immediately, catching herself. "I... I'm sorry sir for... What I said. I have no right to question your preferences." She was wrong. I didn't fancy blondes... I actually usually slept with raven haired women far more than I slept with blondes. It wasn't like I even meant to have a type, I just realized that the majority of women I had sexual relationships with were dark haired women.

He only but smirks back at me, “I'm off downstairs anyway.” There they are, three girls that are coming up the stairs heading in our direction, they all are damn beautiful, it seems that his one is going to have to be battled out, “God, I don't know which one I want.” But then I pause, “Definitely not the blonde.” Dominic immediately speaks before Joseph gets a turn, “The blonde is mine.” But then I add, “The other one looks too slutty for me.” Joseph speaks next in his turn, “She is definitely what I am looking for tonight.”

“Perfect timing. Some might even call it divine intervention. What are the odds of them appearing right at this moment? Just think—one of them could be the guy who finally pops your cherry. The time has come, girl. Take your pick first, but personally I like the look of the blond one in the back.” I scoffed. The blond one in the back looked as much like a stereotypical frat boy as the rest—floppy hair, preppy clothes and sunglasses indoors. “There will be no popping of my cherry by any one of these idiots. Even if I was behind your plan to get me laid, I would never give it up to any of these guys.”