"Alright, Inculta. You've made your point. Enough of the bullshit." She steps towards him, into close enough and into his personal space that he has to slightly tilt his head up and work every ounce of control he has to not swallow. She slides a manicured - manicured, fucking manicured - hand over his chest, taking his tie in her hand and pulling on it gently.
"Let's talk business."
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anon read the prompt and practically screamed SHE'S A DOMINATRIX SHE'LL BE A DOMINATRIX and then i pooped out this fill.
i might continue idk. (/); 3;)/)
also heh... hehheh.. the lady from... shanghai the mojave... hehheh..
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the lady from the mojave [1f/1]
Date: 2012-01-08 11:15 am (UTC)"Let's talk business."
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anon read the prompt and practically screamed SHE'S A DOMINATRIX SHE'LL BE A DOMINATRIX and then i pooped out this fill.
i might continue idk. (/); 3;)/)
also heh... hehheh.. the lady from...
shanghaithe mojave... hehheh..