SEVERUSMAX
Benevolent Master
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Norman Roberts felt that he had more than earned tonight's diversion. A heavy workload of real-estate sales had earned his partner and himself a more than decent commission for their growing firm: Roberts, Quinn, & Associates. He could guess that his colleague, Howard Quinn, would be at a watering hole of his own, though he never bothered to check up too much. Quinn was a fellow killer at real-estate, which was what mattered. What, if any, private life the rather short and slim, almost effeminate partner had was no concern of Norman's. He had his own social life to live....it involved rum, Coke, cigars, loud '90s grunge/alternative rock, and ladies....lots of ladies.
Norman was into his last third of his cigar and his second rum and Coke when he saw her.....damn, that was one fine young woman....those nice, smooth legs, that gorgeous, if short red hair, that very delectable ass....that fair, freckled skin. True, she was slimmer than Norman usually went for, not to mention rather smallish on the breast side, but her virtues far outshone her vices. Then she sat next to him and ordered her drink. He didn't care what it was, he had some extra money and he badly wanted to buy it for her.
Norman couldn't help it if he nearly drooled as he saw the shape of that delightful ass through her miniskirt. His eyes traveled up the back of her bare midriff to where her top began. The tattoo that went up her spine sent shivers up Norman's....it was an image of a horned she-devil with a sexy ass, great tits, and a long tail that pointed downward to her tailbone.
The words were out before Norman could stop himself, "Hello, there. Mind if I pay for that drink of yours?"
OOC: Looking for a writer of either sex to play the mystery lady.
Norman was into his last third of his cigar and his second rum and Coke when he saw her.....damn, that was one fine young woman....those nice, smooth legs, that gorgeous, if short red hair, that very delectable ass....that fair, freckled skin. True, she was slimmer than Norman usually went for, not to mention rather smallish on the breast side, but her virtues far outshone her vices. Then she sat next to him and ordered her drink. He didn't care what it was, he had some extra money and he badly wanted to buy it for her.
Norman couldn't help it if he nearly drooled as he saw the shape of that delightful ass through her miniskirt. His eyes traveled up the back of her bare midriff to where her top began. The tattoo that went up her spine sent shivers up Norman's....it was an image of a horned she-devil with a sexy ass, great tits, and a long tail that pointed downward to her tailbone.
The words were out before Norman could stop himself, "Hello, there. Mind if I pay for that drink of yours?"
OOC: Looking for a writer of either sex to play the mystery lady.
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