Page 144 (1/2)

It’s a good thing that Strokes has calledin today I need to think of so else, and I know that when Strokes comes in we have to take care of business

And, no, doll, Ibusiness, not the daily operations of a sex club

I’h the financials of thisup for the fourth month in a rohen there’s a knock at my door

“Yeah?” I don’t even look fros open; my security staff always leads before anyone comes inside

“Mistress Strokes is here, boss”

“Send her in,” I tell the head of my security detail and, a few seconds after, Strokes strolls through the doorway

“These guys are really uptight, Jesus,” she starts with by way of hello “They knoho I am, so why don’t they just let me in?”

She knowscoht in front ofher mouth with the back of her hand

“You knohy,” I tell her with a set up and head to the coffee machine in the corner I take a double espresso out of it, and then push the cup into her hands

“Been getting some sleep?” I ask “You look terrible”

Okay, don’t fucking kill me, okay?

You think I’irl that she looks terrible It’s a lie, she doesn’t look terrible at all; in fact, she looks as stunning as she always does

Sure, she has a thing for painting her hair in the weirdest bright colors, but she has that cute innocent face that just disarms any man

And when she shts up

And let’s not even talk about her body; sure, she’s a petite one, but her tits seem to prove a different point