gladysdarkheir
I play with my pen, spinning it in my hands-through each slot of my finger in expert precision. The letter I have sent to a Alex Brown just this morning seems to not have hooked her. Through the feed, I had installed when I started my position as the head, I watch.
I watch her as she kicks, punches and round-house one of those things we've had since this establishment started. I've decided to sponsor her, if no one else has claimed her already.
Her braided hair-parted on both sides-bounce each punch or kick that lands on the big round thing, and sweat clings to her body. And when she finally looks, directly at the camera, I smirk. Oh, she notices me, huh?
"Get her up here.... or drag her if you have to," I command, still playing with the pen between my fingers.
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When Monica Moretti-The owner of Moretti Boxing international, calls Alex Brown (Boxer) over, she thinks that M.M. is a guy. But well, while Monica might think like one, she acts a lady with teeth sharp enough to cut through anything.
Will Alex become her plaything or something a little more?