Destiny
Anchors away....
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Blackmailed by the SS (closed for Destind and PP01):
Angelina Devereuax
5'6"
Black hair that stops short rests on her shoulders and curls under and along her face to rest against her cheeks. A beret rests jauntily on her head. Dark black eyes stare out at the world curiously as she watches her world crumble under the bombs. War torn Paris was still a beautiful place to be. I had been raised here with all the delights of a child I learned about my heritage.
I was currently wearing a black torso hugging top that was tucked into a blue silk pencil skirt. The outfit complimented the hourglass figure. No stockings were worn her legs were long and lean and free of hair. A pair of stiletto heels arched her calves and made her stand taller.
The man she was going to meet was no one of importance to her. Her mentor was being watched and closely for restitance activity. He had begged her to go to the meeting and she wwas accepted as a substitute. The request by the man she was going to meet had been a little personal but her she was standing at the door to a house that had once belonged to a prominent newspaper man. The ornate door swung open by an officer made her duck her head a bit. The outfit she wore although a normal thing for her was slightly altered underneath. The night was chilled and my nipples were hard as rocks and pressed against the tigh fabric of the tight black top.
When the officer opened the door I could see his eyes immediately go to my chest and the blush that rose to my cheeks could barely be hidden. I stuttered out ," Colonel Von Essen requested I attend to him this evening."
The click of the heels like a gunshot in the large foyer of the manse made me jump and then he was gone wothout a word presumably to announce me to the heretofore mentioned Colonel.
Angelina Devereuax
5'6"
Black hair that stops short rests on her shoulders and curls under and along her face to rest against her cheeks. A beret rests jauntily on her head. Dark black eyes stare out at the world curiously as she watches her world crumble under the bombs. War torn Paris was still a beautiful place to be. I had been raised here with all the delights of a child I learned about my heritage.
I was currently wearing a black torso hugging top that was tucked into a blue silk pencil skirt. The outfit complimented the hourglass figure. No stockings were worn her legs were long and lean and free of hair. A pair of stiletto heels arched her calves and made her stand taller.
The man she was going to meet was no one of importance to her. Her mentor was being watched and closely for restitance activity. He had begged her to go to the meeting and she wwas accepted as a substitute. The request by the man she was going to meet had been a little personal but her she was standing at the door to a house that had once belonged to a prominent newspaper man. The ornate door swung open by an officer made her duck her head a bit. The outfit she wore although a normal thing for her was slightly altered underneath. The night was chilled and my nipples were hard as rocks and pressed against the tigh fabric of the tight black top.
When the officer opened the door I could see his eyes immediately go to my chest and the blush that rose to my cheeks could barely be hidden. I stuttered out ," Colonel Von Essen requested I attend to him this evening."
The click of the heels like a gunshot in the large foyer of the manse made me jump and then he was gone wothout a word presumably to announce me to the heretofore mentioned Colonel.
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