Thread: Keep telling yourself "It's for the money..." (PsionicCuttlefish & Delphine)

RE Keep telling yourself It's for the money... PsionicCuttlefish D... As I intensely examined the girl before me, 'Katerina', her shy attitude showed more. She squirmed slightly, looked down, and her tail even started going between her legs. Heh. Never been so checked out by a guy before? She was a real treat. I couldn't wait to fuck the shyness right out of her. But then something happened I didn't expect. I heard her growl softly, and she then looked up and looked me straight in the eye with a small amount of steel, and delivered her statements to me. I rose one eyebrow up. Now that was interesting, and I took careful note of it. She even demanded to see my documentation. Well! The shy puppy's got some fire to her, after all. I just smirked at her. Well, I get regular physicals myself, and my last one was just a few months ago, so yeah, I can show you my report. I said as I accepted the papers from her and looked them over. Her birth certificate matched what she said...but one thing in particular she said stuck out at me. Her birthday was May third? Today was the 20th of April, that meant her birthday was in about two weeks! I'd definitely have to think of something 'special' for then...and her health was all in order as well, and when she asked, I nodded. Yep, everything seems to be in order, Katerina. I said as I looked at her. She had put her arms underneath her breasts to push them out a little bit more, and I shamelessly stared at the display for what it was. You're certainly qualified enough... I said without taking my eyes off her breasts, but then I looked her in the eye again with a slightly more serious expression. She may have answered my ad, and must have had some idea of what she was getting into, but...all the same, I wanted to be absolutely sure. She certainly had been acting rather innocent before. There actually is one other thing, though. I said as I held the papers aside with one hand, and my other hand surreptitiously went behind the door out of her sight to hit 'record' on my front door's intercom. Let's be clear on this. I said, lifting my chin up a fraction in natural superiority, while I spoke in a strong, enunciated voice. You come into my home, and I'm going to do a lot of shit to you. Some of it's not gonna be nice. I will teach you how to be a good submissive slave for me. You walk across this threshold, I pointed down at my doorstep for emphasis. your ass is mine . You get no say in anything, and I do what I want. You can leave any time you wish, but if you do before thirty days are up, you forfeit the thirty-grand payment at the end. With my intercom, her answer would be on-record. Even if I wasn't actually worried about her, it was mostly just insurance against her running out my door, crying and screaming Rape! or some shit like that if it turned out she couldn't take it. Verbal contracts were valid, and as my daddy taught me, keep everything on record if not in writing. Take no chances, cover all angles. I stepped aside and put my back against my open door, with one arm sweeping 'welcomingly' into my house, and the other holding out the papers in her direction if she chose to take them and turn around. So, with that in mind. I say, looking at her from beneath my bangs. You in, or out? I held my breath slightly. Please be in. I'm going to have so much fun breaking a cutie like you. I thought to myself.