PRICELESS
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After the seemingly endless wait, Priceless had finally been allowed to see the "boss" himself.
She patted the creases out of her dress.
She was over thinking and she knew it, the thought of putting the creases back on her dress crossed her mind but as fast as it came, it went.
Priceless took careful steps into the dimly lit office, scared to annoy him with that 'new shoe squeak'.
"I'm priceless" she blurted out. On waiting for a response from him, she carried on hastily.
"I write. I need a head start for my work, I need this."
The boss looked at her from her clearly kinky afro to her newly purchased beige pumps as the light bounced right off the shoe.
He liked her innocence; raw but different.
His familiar feeling of lust seemed to be unable to hide itself.
Priceless couldn't help but break into beads of sweat.
Every lust filled look didn't miss her eye.
He took slow steps towards her.
His hooded eyes found their way into her caged mind and she knew a scar had been made.
With his mouth he defiled her.
"This is just the beginning, welcome to great melancholy." he softly said.
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A/N: I guess this is a good start, what do you think?
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