Page 117 of Petty's Crime

Little does she know Petty’s already proposed, and while some people might not think it romantic, I was overjoyed and felt it was right when he was deep inside me, just having made me come on his dick.

Mom’s in the audience, escorted personally by Red, Cher and their kid, Zeke. I’m upset my father can’t make it, but pleased Petty thought of that and set it up so he’d be able to watch.

“Which dress are you wearing?” Kylie goes to my wardrobe and starts moving hangers. “Oooh, that’s pretty, I’ve not seen it before.”

She wouldn’t have, I only just bought it—a shimmering gown with a deep V at the front and bares my back almost down to my ass. It’s in peacock colours, the material changing from a dark blue to green depending on how the light falls on it. Petty’s going to shit himself when he sees it.

Kylie’s still lovingly fingering the material. “Say this one, please.”

“That one.” I grin as I watch her bring it out, holding it up against herself and doing a twirl. “You’re going to look amazing.”

Well, that’s what I hope. Now I see it again, I have doubts. “Just make sure you glue it to my tits.”

As she sniggers, a voice comes from the other side of the closed door, “She fuckin’ better.”

Both Kylie and I laugh loudly. When she approaches me sitting in front of the mirror, knowing the walls are paper thin, she says loudly, “You got any other hot biker brothers for a girl like myself?”

“You hear that, RoseLyn? She thinks I’m hot,” Petty calls back.

I snort. I think he’s pretty hot myself, and he knows it.

What Kylie doesn’t know is that I’m going to ask her to do my makeup on my special day. But I’m sure she’ll be all over that later once the evening’s conclusion is reached. Like everyone else, she doesn’t yet know I’m engaged.

She does miracles with my hair, somehow digging in her voluminous bag and coming up with a fastener the same colour as the dress which she proceeds to fix to my hair. As she gradually transforms me, I begin to feel like the performer I’ll need to be soon.

Finally, it’s time for me to throw aside all modesty as she applies the stick-on bra cups, manoeuvring my boobs until they’re in just the right place. Then I wriggle into the dress and she ensures the bra’s attached firmly to the material. When finished, I do a little shimmy to make sure everything stays in the right place.

With high-heeled, dark-blue satin shoes to complete the ensemble, I feel like a rock goddess in the flesh.

Petty gulps and swallows hard when he sees me, and not so discreetly reaches down to adjust himself.

“I’m going to have to kill a few brothers tonight,” he warns me. “I don’t want anyone else looking at you.”

“Then you’re going to have to kill a whole audience,” I respond with a dry laugh. Inside I’m chuffed that my costume is having the effect that I hoped.

He growls. “If I have my way, you’re not even going to make the performance looking like that. I want to kidnap you and take you somewhere where only I can look at you. Then, I’m slowly going to peel you out of that dress—”

I bat his arm. “Well, you’re not going to have your way. I only pay Kylie to do my makeup once.”

“You don’t need makeup,” he informs me softly. “Naked, exposed, flushed, that’s when I like you best. You’re fuckin’ beautiful, RoseLyn. Far too good for the likes of me.”

I stop, turn and cup my hands around his face. “You’ve got that the wrong way around.”

We stand for a moment, just staring into each other’s eyes. He licks his lips as he makes no move to kiss me, having received the lecture from Kylie before about redoing my makeup.

“Time, RoseLyn,” comes Bart’s voice. “Come on, girl, time to show Vegas what you got.”

“Not everything.” Petty pulls me close and cups his hand to my bra. It’s non-sexual, and I know it’s only to check my dress is fixed tight.

Laughing, I pull away and slap his hand.

Then we’re behind the curtains, Petty slipping into his space backstage, throwing me a kiss which I pretend to catch with both hands.

The band strikes up the beat, the introduction is done, and I burst out.

“Good evening, Vegas!”

The crowd seems louder tonight, but then it would, all his brothers—except for the prospect, Owl—are there. Sweet butts have been invited—maybe to see proof Petty’s off the market—along with the old ladies and Zeke. I swear their voices and cheers carry over the rest. When the spotlight shifts from me, it gives me a chance to see my mom’s face. She’s glowing with pride and the sight warms me, and along with Petty quietly supporting me from behind, gives me the impetus to give it my all tonight.

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