She watched them roister, boasting of how hot they were, how men couldn't resist their charm, and about their accomplishments, they were so full of themselves. She didn't blame them, she would have done worse.
As she stood there watching them, her mind drifted away.
She had nursed a fantasy for years; it started in her early teenage days. She wished she was someone else, a pretty, drop dead gorgeous, biracial hottie. Anytime she was left alone with her thoughts, she saw her biracial self with curvy features; round pointed full breast, nice irresistible buttocks, curvy hips, like those hot girls in music videos.
She could see the number of men drooling all over her and falling for her like dominoes. She smiled at the thought of that. She'd use her body to entice as many men as possible. She knew men were moved by what they saw and she was going to capitalize on this fact for her selfish needs. She wanted the best things in life too.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror and reality dawned on her; these were just mere fantasies, a twisted one at that.