The sun was just breaking across the horizon, and Stacey was rushing around her 1 bedroom apartment looking for her car keys. Silently cussing to herself of how it is possible she loses them almost every other day, and today of all days! “Why did I not leave them by the front door?” she thought to herself frantically. Stacey is the sous-chef for Enchanted Bells catering company. She had been with this company since she was 18 and of the eight years spent with Enchanted Bells she hadn’t had a day more important than today. Craig Cheston is a 32 year old from London, and a family of old money. He was only 25 when he purchased The Point airline company. Growing up his father had always taught him to make his money work for him, and never to work for his money. Although this worked and brought happiness to Craig, he hadn’t noticed the lack of character such a way of life can create. Basically, he is an arrogant prick.Today was the day Craig would marry his girlfriend of 10 years, Ally. Craig and Ally met as children at the country club Ally’s parents owned, and Craig’s family had attended for generations. When Craig’s mind had grown to revolve around his money and how to gain more, he noticed Ally. The only daughter to Mr and Mrs Wilkin. Not only would he inherit the country club and begin earning money from the other high society of London, but she had a stunning body. Ally was 20 when they began dating, and thanks to thousands of hours of tennis she had a body that every gentleman desired. At first, Ally wasn’t interested in Craig, as she learned in earlier years of his lack of character, but her father insisted he was the man for her. Craig’s family was the most envied of the high society, and he couldn’t see his daughter marrying into any other family. After all, he had to know his daughter would be looked after, and his country club would look after his grandchildren to come.Today, Ally sat in front of a mirror, surrounded by her mother, soon to be mother in law, a clutch of bridesmaids clucking around like chickens and a growing number of servants. Her reflection showed her long, silky, chocolate hair pinned up allowing only a few curls to frame her gorgeous face. Diamanté pins holding her bun and curls into place sparkled under the lights, and produced a magic into the air. A final touch to Ally’s hair, sat a tiara filled with purple African Sapphire gemstones and diamonds.Standing up from the mirror Ally smiled at how gorgeous and sexy she felt in her white wedding dress that trailed a row of faint purple flowers from her right boob to her left waist side. The gown then opened out and flowed to the floor, hiding her heels. Within an hour she would be married. The smile faded from her face. As much as she loved feeling sexy and gorgeous in this moment, she wasn’t happy with the thought of marrying Craig. * * *Craig’s preparation room was just as noisy, but with only a fraction of the people. He watched in the mirror as he stood at the end of the bed and grinned Ümraniye Escort as he slid his hard cock deep into his favorite personal assistant, Miranda. He looked down at the tanned woman and placed his hand on her hip, looking at the sexy tribal tattoo on the small of her back. A muffled moan came from the sexy assistant who was on all fours on the king size bed, as Craig’s best man was knelt down in front of her. His member being near swallowed by a gorgeous face, with black hair and a small beauty mark above her lip. “Oh, you like that, huh, Miranda baby?” Craig grunted from behind her as her walls massaged his pulsating dick. He begins slamming into her harder as he grabs both sides of her hips and fills her hole deep.”Oh, man, I can’t believe you’re finally getting married,” Adam said, half grunting, “You gonna miss all this sweet ass?””Never,” Craig huffed, “I wouldn’t give up this ass for anyone, Ally included.”Adam felt his balls begin to spasm and pulled out his cock from the sexy woman’s mouth. He began to groan loudly as white strings painted the assistant’s face. Craig felt his balls begin to churn from this and held his cock deep inside Miranda as he felt her walls milking him until his dick was satisfied and his balls gave their load.Within 5 minutes Craig was standing in front of the mirror, ready to make Ally his bride. * * *In the kitchen, Stacey bustled around screaming orders at dessert line to help main course prepare. The wedding had already begun at Mayfair gardens and the wedding reception was due to begin in half an hour. Stacey was behind schedule and the head chef had let her know it on more than one occasion. With bad judgment, a young main course liner had decided to begin the beef wellington to ensure enough time for appetizers. With Stacey being lectured on every minuscule detail, she hadn’t noticed the main course liner begin this mistake. They now had to prepare another 50 beef wellington and hope the best man would extend his speech between appetizers and main course. With all available hands catching up on main course prep, Stacey regained some hope and marched out the back of the reception hall into the alley. She knew smoking wasn’t going to solve anything in the kitchen, but the dose of nicotine would spare her pulling out her gorgeous blond hair. Not that she had much. She kept her hair stylish but short, which suited her career. It also suited a lot of girls at the Cat Box, a lesbian night club she had spent the end of many stressful nights to unwind. As she thought of the night to come and salivating over the thought of a few rum and cokes, Stacey looked through a small gate at the side of the alley at two white limousines pulling up in front of the hall. The limousines had been dressed front and rear with white ribbons and dark and light purple roses. Out of the first limousine stepped the groom who even she admitted was extremely sexy. She knows a good looking man when she sees one, they Ümraniye Escort Bayan just never wet the kitty. The groom was followed into reception by a few other gentlemen, she presumed his father and best man. When the bride’s limousine took the place of the groom’s, the very first thing she noticed when a foot stepped out were a pair of sexy purple heels, studded with diamantés. Stacey noticed the theme of purple, from the reception room table centre pieces to the limousines it wasn’t hard to see Ally’s favorite color. Stacey was excited to finally see the famous Ally in her wedding dress. When Ally stood from the limousine and begin walking to the reception hall, Stacey watched in awe. She was more gorgeous than any photo she had ever seen in a magazine of the woman. She noticed Ally was taller than she had once guessed. Ally with heels stood near 5’9″. Stacey smiled to herself at a woman who neared her own height of 5’8′. “She must be about 5’7″ bare foot,” Stacey thought to herself. As Stacey’s eyes gazed up and down the woman, she stopped at Ally’s breast and bit her lip at the thoughts racing through her mind and the tingle growing between her legs. She thought of how lucky Craig would be that evening to be holding Ally’s long silky legs over his shoulders, her purple heels dancing in the air as he pounded his cock deep into.. “STACEY! For fuck sake, are you listening??” The head chef stood by the back door to the reception hall, holding it open with a look of disgust on his face. “The Cheston’s are here, come, NOW!”Stacey was close to telling the head chef to sod off, feeling so rudely interrupted, but understood the hierarchy of the chef world, and responded all she could, “Yes, Chef.”* * *Sitting next to her new husband, Ally felt numb. She was surprised she got through the wedding with a few smiles and was able to enjoy the moment. She looked around the room full of people she didn’t recognize apart from a few friends and family. Everyone was laughing and talking amongst their tables, some people were still dancing after the bride and groom’s first dance. Closing her eyes for a moment she tried to give herself a pep talk. “I could be happy. In a few years from now my life could be filled with the smiles of my own children. I would be able to teach them love and compassion. I could continue my charity work as the wife of one of London’s most successful men. Besides, I still have the honeymoon!” With remembering the honeymoon, which was meant to be a surprise by family traditions, Ally turned to Craig and gently touched his arm. “Well, darling, where are we going for the honeymoon?”Craig looked at Ally with a blank stare for a moment, before replying, “Oh, did Miranda not tell you? I asked Miranda to tell you this morning the honeymoon will have to be another time, sweetie.””What? Why!?” Ally asked, a little annoyed.”Ally, I’m sorry, but the airline is looking at expanding by buying The Mid airlines. Rumors Escort Ümraniye were only let out two days ago that they were selling and confirmed last night. I asked Miranda to let you know this morning.” He said, and although he apologized, Ally didn’t feel any emotion from her new husband.Ally shot a horrible look toward Miranda, who was listening and watching out of the corner of her eye. Miranda smiled to another assistant and acted nonchalant about the pair of eyes burning into her. “Oh, Ally, don’t be like that. Miranda probably didn’t want to upset you on your day!” Craig defended Miranda, this time Ally felt some sort of an emotion from him, but she didn’t know what it was.”Well, when do you leave?” Ally asked coldly.After finishing his glass of wine in one gulp, Craig replied, “Uhh, well in about an hour. Miranda, Adam and I will leave to the airport and will spend about a week in Sweden, and then another week in Norway before returning.””Oh..” Ally said sadly, and looked again at Miranda. Miranda smiled knowingly at Ally before jumping up and pulling Adam with her to dance. Ally stood up and stormed toward the bathroom hoping to hold in the tears before anyone noticed. * * *As the reception party begin to die down, Stacey sat on the back steps in the alley smoking another cigarette. She had saved her ass in the kitchen, but the head chef hadn’t any words of encouragement. Sometimes she hated this company.Suddenly the back door flew open and loudly hit the brick wall. Stacey jumped and looked behind her, and as she did her heart began to race more than it was from being startled. Ally paced the porch for a moment and then noticed Stacey.”Oh, I’m so sorry.” Embarrassed finding someone outside, she turned to go back inside, but the woman sitting on the steps spoke.”Oh, no, it’s OK. I didn’t mean to be in your way Miss Wilkin.. – Oh, I’m sorry, Mrs Cheston now, right?” The woman looked up smiling.Something softened Ally inside hearing this woman’s voice. She turned back to the woman and said “Ally would be preferred right now, thank you.””Oh, right, Ally. Was there something wrong with the reception? Were you not pleased? I’m the sous chef and I can assure you the head chef will be grilling my ass in about 2 minutes if the wedding couple was not satisfied.” Stacey groaned and looked down to her boots. Ally watched the pain in the woman sitting on the steps and sat down next to her without any worry about getting her dress dirty, “No, of course not. The reception was beautiful.” She gently touched Stacey’s arm, and smiled at her as Stacey looked up at her.”What’s wrong, Ally?” Stacey asked, with strong sincerity. It was something so foreign to Ally she almost didn’t recognize it.”I didn’t catch your name?” Ally asked, avoiding the truth.”Stacey,” she replied, and paused waiting for Ally to answer her question. She paused longer until she realized Ally wasn’t going to answer her.A moment later Stacey heard the head chef holler at her through the door with anger in his voice. Stacey felt her cheeks flush a bit as she was embarrassed. She felt like a child again, being told off by her parents in front of a friend. “Excuse me, Ally,” She said as she jumped up and walked inside. Ally remained outside and noticed Stacey had left her cigarette packet and lighter on the steps.