The woman's hand, decorated with rings, was squeezing the sides of her throat; the gun stuffed in the blondes mouth. Breathy whimpers slipping past her lips, and mascara dripping down her puffy, red cheeks.
Renata tittered, her haughty tugging the...
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Dark, dull eyes stayed on the laptop, the woman refusing to blink once as she replayed the video of a blonde vixen performing for her.
Her face was very stoic most of the time, she had no reason so crack a smirk or scowl unless tempted by the idiocy of her lower ranks, but when seeing the temptation that often challenged her self control, dancing on her, it made her crack a big ol' smirk.
The bit where Magnolia grinded against her made that reoccurring arousal feeling comeback, it always seemed to when Magnolia did anything during the dance. The way her hips moved looked so mesmerising, her thighs full and smooth, delicious to the taste only Renata could ever imagine. Her body was no match to her face - those eyes, she often found them in her dreams.
The way her hair looked perfect, so silky smooth that if she ran her fingers through it, she would bet on it that there would be no knots. She craved to run her hands through her beautiful locks, tugging on them to release sounds that came from the depth of desire - her wild fantasy running wild with the thoughts of Magnolia beneath her, a moaning vixen shivering in pleasure.
No wonder everyone loved her; she worked wonders by not even touching someone, her sultry moves, that soft tongue which speaks so sweetly and also so sharply, sentences coming out that either end in comebacks or sweet talk. Those plump, full lips followed with an accent only made her more desired, the pronunciation of words were so clear, so delicate.
Magnolia would never know that Renata had CCTV in the private room; not until they are at least into being married for five years, is what Renata dreamed. Her stomach flipped as she admired all the woman's curves, and how she moved against her, the ghost of it still present even hours later.
The air smelled just like Magnolia, and nothing of the notes Magnolia described was detected. Ever since Renata complimented it, it had changed to whatever it was before to a more sultry, tempting smell: Good Girl Supreme. Oh how Renata loved that smell, she closed her eyes and inhaled the fumes that lingered in the air, sighing with content and her anger calming down.
She opened her eyes with a smile on her plump, dry lips, she opened a tin of Vaseline to moisture them and decided to do some work on the blonde.
Closing the security footage, she switched to a whole other site of finding information; the very sight that could give her more information on Magnolia, the woman that was the main subject of her thoughts and dreams.
As she typed her name into the system, she became agitated — all that would expose the blonde vixen was evidently fake. The way the information was structured and presented, was not what an official report would look like; many of the things were different from a usual one.
Renata got up from her chair and walked over the the minibar in her office, pouring a copious amount of Jack Daniel's in a glass, swirling it around before chugging it. Moving from the bar, she went to the balcony that overlooked New York, on the other side from where Kian's apartment is.
