Haley looked sheepish, bright red spots rising on her cheeks and, if anything, making her look all the more beautiful.
She had told the driver to take us to Maracino's, a fancy restaurant in the heart of downtown and now were were settling into the
plush leather across from each other in the back of the surprisingly spacious limo.
"Look," she began, not quite meeting my eye, "remember when I joked about how I could use the ring to become the next Lady Gaga?"
"Is that why there was all that paparazzi outside your house?" I smiled as the red spots became redder.
"Yeah… well… sort of… I always had this fantasy where I was this amazing pop singer and… well I found this on the seat." She fumbled in the cushions beside her and handed me a CD. I took it and my breath caught in my throat when I saw the cover.
"Mistress Haley?!" I spluttered through gouts of laughter.
The cover of the CD was an image of Haley, microphone in hand, with a deliciously sexy come-hither look. Her breasts were barely contained in a black latex tube top and the matching hot pants and fishnets looked painted on. The title: Mistress Haley, desire was written in a graffiti-style, bubblegum pink type.
"It was only a stupid fantasy! I didn't expect it to come true!" She snatched the jewel case from my hands, looking positively mortified.
"Hey, come on," I gasped, trying to stifle my laugher, "This is awesome! You're a celebrity! A super hot celebrity!"
She smiled at that, though her blush remained. "With a super hot guy by my side." She licked her lips and slid her smote leg up mine. I could feel my cock stirring in my dress pants and might have leapt on her then if the driver hadn't knocked on the dividing window.
Haley looked almost disappointed as she rolled down the window. "We're here, miss." The driver said. I looked out and saw the red cursive neon of Maracino's
"Well," I sighed, turning back to her with a grin, "Let's see what other surprises your fantasy world has in store for us."