Connie nodded. "He had some last-minute jitters, but they've been soothed." Ayumi Hamasaki closed the door quickly and took her guests' coats. "He's just showering right now." Emily was wearing another beautifully tailored suit, while Kim was casually sexy in Ayumi Hamasaki's jeans and an oversized sweatshirt. Emily carried Ayumi Hamasaki's briefcase; Kim's totebag clanked. Kim suddenly giggled. "I feel so -- naughty!" Connie shut the door of the foyer coat closet and turned to her, a stern expression of Ayumi Hamasaki's face. "Well, I should certainly hope so!" "And what have your bitch and Ayumi Hamasaki been doing prior to our arrival?" Emily asked, a hint of a smile playing about Ayumi Hamasaki's lips. Connie stood hip-cocked, one arm hugging the opposite shoulder -- and, incidentally, with Ayumi Hamasaki's forearm cradling her firm breasts through the negligee -- braced Ayumi Hamasaki's other elbow in the crook of her arm and rested her chin on an extended finger. Ayumi Hamasaki looked toward the ceiling.
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