Thread: Trophy (Devilla-Roche and Greg Grey)

I am nervous myself - excited, yep, I said it before, but nervous - meeting her for the first time. This is the woman...this is the girl that might be my wife..! I know I have nothing, really, to be nervous about. These people they all work for me. This girl I could end the program in a moment and never have to hear of her again. No one else here in the States knows I'm doing this. But - I know myself. Pretty girls...I get nervous around them. They tend to get what they want from me that's why, I'm sure, I've hired so many of them for top positions in my companies. Why I have so many attractive women, of all ages, as my closest advisors and counsels. I tell myself I like to surround myself with them...makes the job more enjoyable. But it gives them, employees of mine, more sway over me then they should have. I think, sometimes, they know it, too... Whatever...back to Milenka. I have to act confident, in charge on this video call. I'm in my home office, big screen monitor powered up. My people overseas have the feed on, all seems in order. She appears onscreen Mr. Gray, me name Milenka Kovalenko. Hello. Click to expand... I can't help it, my heart flutters already. She is so pretty. And, that accent, that broken English so adorably...sexy. Hi, Milenka, I begin, looking right into the camera. I try not to react as I notice her sitting up straight, posing her shoulders just right. I am suddenly a bit tongue-tied, and kick myself for not writing down the little speech I wanted to say to her on our first meeting. I think quickly on the file that KOLECTV had sent me, the background on this girl. She has been through so much hardship, so much pain, compared with my upbringing. Her life has not been easy...and I hope things are already changing for the better. I...I hope you're doing well, that they're, uh...treating you well, I continue, now also a little chagrined...she is going through these treatments, subjecting herself to these experimental medications which make her bustier, taller, hips bigger, curves curvier - all for me . All to satisfy my...proclivities. I flush with the idea What must she think of me ? I put that out of my head, again focusing on my task here I am in charge. I am running the show. I am going to make this woman a fucking sex-goddess, and she will be my wife. But...I have to be nice... I know that handful of women who have been through the treatments previously at the facility have been treated rather...poorly. They'd been more or less isolated, housed in the austere dormitories of the KOLECTV's meager, cement-block campus and not allowed much beyond the lab, the classroom, and the time in the spartan gym for their intense, daily workouts. When I bought the company, that was one thing I insisted start to change. I realized the need for secrecy, for privacy, for limited exposure to the outside world, but these were human beings, not lab rats. I had put enough money into the program...I hope things had improved. I...I hear they've taken you and the other girls out a little. I saw some photos from your trip to the Aral, and...was that a soccer game? She smiles at the camera but doesn't speak I can tell she is as uncomfortable with this as me, and I can't blame her. I take a deep breath, and smirk in good humor. This is weird, right? I laugh, trying to lighten the mood, It's all new to me too. I pause, and watch as she giggles, lowering her eyes demurely for a moment before looking back into the camera. Another deep breath, and I continue How have you been...feeling. Since starting the uh, y'know...the program? I hope you've been okay..?