The fantastic bustier and shoes are from a fashion company called BQueen, which specializes in women's clothing and shoes. Their website is http://www.bqueen.us/ so feel free to check it out!
for those who don't remember, and would like to read :)
STORY IDEA: http://www.polyvore.com/fantastical/set?id=44508606
INTRO / FUN FACTS:
and that's all i got, so this shall be chapter two.
"ZIAAA BABY" Lucia wailed in delight, as I established one foot into the door, trying to not fall in front of everyone (heels will be the death of me), or snap the twiggy heel in half. These were the only heels I could find for under 20 bucks, and my body lurched forward as I tried to maintain a horribly forced smile.
"Let me help you with that," A deep, sultry voice whispered into my ear, as I felt two sturdy hands hold me up, helping me slip off my heels. I threw them behind my shoulder, hearing a tiny wail of surprise coming from, what I'm guessing, a middle aged woman with an insolent husband back at home with a beer between his thighs, who tries to remain happy and healthy while she's breaking down the middle. Whenever I make up scenarios, I always give them shit relationships. Because really, it's all I know.
"Thanks bud," I pat him on the shoulder, before thankfully, being able to walk towards my only friend here in Clarksville, Indiana.
"The place looks fantastic, holy shit!" I grinned, finally being able to take a look around. Luisa is the only one here with a vision- a 21st century vision that is. Among the cheap bars and dirty drive thru's, she built, using her savings, a hot nightclub with neon couches and a humongous dance floor. Now, don't get me wrong, Luisa isn't some twenty-one practically legal chick with bad makeup, she's the most outrageous 47 year old woman ever. I mean, I'm guessing her age here, as she continues to tell me she's always 29 years old. But with her huge set of bleach blonde hair, drawn in eyebrows, and love for sparkly eyeliner... let's just say she's quite the character.
"AW YOU'RE TOO SWEET BABE," for some reason with her, she likes to scream out every word. Whether it be because of bad hearing, or perhaps she just likes to get her point across loudly, she's the loudest woman I've ever met.
"I'M GOING TO BE AROUND MINGELING, Z! MY LATEST BOYTOY ISN'T MEETING STANDARDS IN THE BEDROOM IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN, SO I'M SEARCHING," She winked at me, and I couldn't help but burst into choking laughter.