<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Latexblondie on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/latexblondie/</link><description>Recent content in Latexblondie on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/latexblondie/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Charity Work</title><link>/stories/2007/07/23/charity-work/</link><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/07/23/charity-work/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Savannah was putting the finishing touches to her appearance before she took off for the &amp;ldquo;big night&amp;rdquo;.  She was feeling a bit nervous, not knowing what would be on the menu.  You see, Savannah had signed up to be part of a &amp;ldquo;bachelorette auction&amp;rdquo; for a local charity event.  Men had a chance to bid on an evening with her; the winning bidder also had the luxury of choosing the evening&amp;rsquo;s agenda. 
Savannah, though not unaware of her physical qualities, wondered at the time if she would receive a bid.  But with shoulder-length blonde hair, bright eyes, a slender frame and 36C breasts, everyone told her she had nothing to worry about.  After all, it was not as if she had any trouble getting dates, did she?  She certainly didn&amp;rsquo;t, and the auction proved it.  After some fierce bidding, one lucky gentleman won her attentions for a whopping $50,000.  Savannah couldn&amp;rsquo;t believe it!  She knew nothing about the man, but she couldn&amp;rsquo;t wait to see who was willing to pay such a high price to spend some time with her.
She was putting the last strand of hair in place when her doorbell rang.  The arrangement had been that a driver would pick her up and take her to the winning bidder&amp;rsquo;s home.  One last quick look in the mirror satisfied her: clad in a red halter silk dress and black pumps, her hair flowing down to her shoulders, she knew she would make a very good impression.
She ran to the door and was greeted by a black limousine sitting at the curb.  Wow, she thought, who IS this guy?  A driver was holding the door open for her to climb in.   As she stepped in and sat down, she noticed that the seats were made of patent leather, which gave the interior a cozy glow.
After a half hour, she saw that they were pulling up into the driveway of a large mansion.  The limo stopped and the driver opened the door for her to step out.  She walked up to the ornate wooden door and rang the bell.  A man opened the door and greeted her.
&amp;ldquo;Welcome, Savannah!  You look fabulous!  Please come in.  My name is Francis.  I am very pleased to meet you.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>