Change clothes and drive over to Lionel Ricasoli´s hotel
From Create Your Own Story
An hour later you stand alone in the elevator taking you to Lionel´s penthouse. You’re dressed in the most respectable business suit available, although your big globular breasts still stick out on your slim frame like the head of torpedoes. You’ve also decided to tie your hair back in a tight bun, making you look as professional as possible. Only a few strands of your golden hair covers your forehead, which frames your tanned face beautifully.
Final floor, the elevator stops. You step out of the elevator into Lionel´s penthouse. The room is a mess. Tired, half-sleeping prostitutes are laying spread out across the hotel room. As does half filled bottles of vodka and strings of white cocaine.
A tall, slumbering man comes walking by. He´s dressed only in his white, toweling bathrobe, kept closed by the fabric belt fasten around his waist and black, eye covering sunglasses. Recognizing you in all your bravado clothing is a slight shock to the still not quite sober model. He immediately turns to address his whores.
”Out, out!!!” Lionel shouts to his entertainment from last night.
The whore’s still wobbly gets back on their legs, all have massive hangovers from last night. Some doesn’t even notice the cum stains on their dresses. Silently the prostitutes march past you with their heads hung low so that they newer have to meet your eyes. Only one woman remains. Sitting alone in the corner is a small woman whose hair is uncharacteristically curly for her East Asian heritage. She is completely sober unlike the rest of Lionel´s entertainment.
Lionel wobbles around the room and picks up a half finished bottle of vodka. He brings it to his lips and begins drinking it before asking.
“And you are?”
“Sharon Abrahamson sir.” You say coolly and professionally.
“You a lawyer?” He asks after taking another sip.
“No, no lawyer is needed; Master Vladimir has already taken control of the jury and judge.”
“Hehe, I knew that old bastard would cover my back. Nothing seems to be impossible for that guy.” Lionel says with admiration in his voice.
He looks at you, the sun glasses making it impossible for you to know what´s he thinking, but if you were to guess then you’d say he was ogling your body.
“So who are you then?”
“I am a slave trainer.” You state with utmost pride.
“A pretty thing like you?” Lionel snarls at you.
“I am to pose as your lawyer, humiliate Giselle in court, and then train her as a sex slave. You may help if you wish, but Giselle Rowland is to be made the property of Master Vladimir.”
“Hahaha! Shit Vladimir certainly plays rough. Sending over his little assassin here dressed like a doll.”
The model is in a good mood, he gestures at a leather sofa. “Please sit!”
You walk over to the sofa, tossing away a pair of lacy panties lying on the sofa before sitting down. Lionel sits down on an similar sofa on the opposite of you. The East Asian woman walks towards Lionel and sits down next to him.
“So, what do you need to know?” Lionel says and unfastens his belt, revealing his limp, fat cock underneath. The woman begins servicing Lionel´s slumbering pole immediately. She bobs her head on his laps. As she blows Lionel his arrogant, predator like eyes watches your chest, your massive, globular breast is of great interest to him.
