Chapter 1: Exposition
The opulent limousine pulled up to the curb of Anne Hathaway's high-rise apartment building, the tinted windows reflecting the glow of the city's neon lights. The doors swung open, revealing a bevy of beautiful women dressed in gowns that shimmered like black diamonds under the moonlight. Melissa Benoist, her hair cascading in waves of sunlit gold, stepped out first, followed by Katy Perry in a dress that hugged her curves like a second skin, and several other women dressed to kill.
The doorman greeted them with a nod, ushering them inside the grand lobby.
The elevator ride up to Anne's penthouse was silent, each woman lost in her own thoughts, anticipating the night ahead. The doors opened, revealing a sprawling loft bathed in the warm glow of recessed lighting and the cool blues of New York City's nightscape.
Anne stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glass of red wine in hand, her eyes scanning the latest trade publication she had laid out on the glass coffee table. She looked up as the women entered, her sharp green eyes taking in their attire, their makeup, their bodies. "You all look absolutely stunning," she said, her voice a husky purr.
"Tonight is going to be a very good night." She closed the magazine, placing it aside as she walked towards them. "Melissa, you're with Mr. Thompson. He's been asking for you specifically."
Melissa's eyes widened slightly, but she nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes, Anne."
Anne turned to Katy, her gaze lingering on the singer's cleavage. "Katy, Mr. Hartley is expecting you. He likes it rough, so make sure you give him what he wants."
Katy rolled her eyes, but her voice was steady.