Sammy Johnson

If every woman dreamed of getting into bed with Brian, then Sammy Johnson was the woman every man fantasized about. Raven-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, its blonde-tipped ends gleaming like molten gold in the light an intentional contrast that drew attention to her every movement. Her emerald eyes carried the danger of an ancient seductress, the kind who could steal an emperor’s heart and plunge an entire palace into chaos. Sammy was beautiful and confident. Her perfectly shaped eyes and rosy lips framed a face that made photographers fight for the best angle. Her figure slender yet richly curved was the kind of perfection that defied logic. Every step she took was a subtle proclamation that she knew exactly the kind of power she held over the world and the hearts of many men. Her porcelain skin glowed naturally, needing no filter or retouch. She was tall enough to command a room, heels or not. Today, she wore a short pink skirt that hugged her hips and revealed her long, tone