Presenting, Niomi! April's V-Babe!

Silence. That is all you hear as you walk through the empty mansion. Another day of showing the house has ended but once again, there were no prospective buyers. With a fifty million dollar price tag, you can't really say you blame them. The economy is still shit, even after a decade. You sigh and take off your suit coat. Your realtor's name tag catches the setting sun. You sit at the kitchen table, a mile long affair decorated to the nines with candles and fancy dishes. Before you can go over the guest log, you hear a noise upstairs. You thought everyone had left. You get up and go to the stairway. There it is again, another sound; like furniture being moved along the floor. You climb the steps one at a time, your heart racing. Could it be a burglar, or is it just a straggler from the open house?

You step onto the second floor. The sound comes from above you. You ascend to third story and wait. The sound comes from down the hall to your left, louder now. You bite your lip and walk to an open door. A shadow moves in the light of the setting sun. It looks lithe and slender, and distinguishably female. You step inside.

She's lying on a leopard-print divan, completely naked. Her skin is tan, except for on her breasts, which are pale and pink nippled. The sunset filtered through the violet curtains paints the room behind her. She doesn't seem to notice you. You clear your throat. She turns, unsurprised and looks back at you. "Hi," she says, anticlimactically. She smiles. You shiver despite the hot room. The woman sits up. "My name's Niomi. I used to live here." She looks thoughtful, maybe sad. "I wanted to come back and sit on this thing like this one more time. It's probably the last chance I'll get." She laughs suddenly. "I did a lot more than sit here, though. I wouldn't mind doing that again." She stands up and walks to you. "If you're free, I could show you what else I can do on that divan, especially if it means I can stay here for one last night."

Your heart races. You nod, but you can't speak. You loosen your tie. Niomi grins widely and approaches, running her hand along your face. Maybe not making a sale was for the best after all.

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Sorry it took me so long to get this written up, everyone. I hope it was worth the wait! I had fun with this one. It's funny how you can build a story on an image. But, man, Kharn's images are worth more than a thousand words (which is probably at least what I used up there. Ha! :D). So, it's easy with his work.

Anyhow, you can check out the lovely Niomi right here and absorb her every curve and detail. She's a hottie! The rest of the always impressive Kharn's work can be found here. If you haven't yet, make sure you check out all his lovely V-Babes. They're candy for the eyes!

See ya next month! I'll try to post on time this time. Next time... Whatever. :P