Catch up to Jenny

You pick up your cell phone and dial Jenny.

“My business is done. Where are you Jenny?”

“California, my Queen. I’m so excited to see you.”

You hear the sound of a cock slapping against her sex. You are pleased she is keeping busy.

“Text me the address, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Yes! Of course my Queen.”

A few minutes later a text from Jenny pops up your phone.

“Come Allegra, we’re going to see Jenny.”

Allegra grins.

Five hours later you pull into the parking lot of a nightclub. The sun is just setting and it’s largely empty.

You strut up to the entrance. A large, black, bald, bouncer guards the door. His package is impressive and you realize Jenny has played with him. You dismiss him and walk in.

You make your way back to the office. A waitress with massive breasts, black hair, and porn star good looks offers you a drink.

You stare into her eyes letting her see the real you.

She curtsies. “So sorry to bother you, my Queen. Can I help you with anything?”

Her emphasis on anything is a bit aggressive, but you like her initiative. “Do tell me where Jenny is, sweetie.”

She points to a back room. You head to the room open the door and slip inside.

You see one of the club’s dancers nestled in between Jenny’s legs. She is licking frantically.

“Hello, My Queen. So nice to see you. How did your business go?”

“Very well. ‘Carmilla’ is dust and her replacement is far more…malleable. And, the deal I struck with the plant should benefit us greatly in the long run. So who is your friend?”

“This is Candace. She’s applying to be a dancer.”

“How is her application going?”

Jenny moans. “Oh, I think she has the job.”

You watch as the girls skin reddens. She’ll soon be one of your subjects.

“So does this club belong to us?”

“Nearly. A few dancers in the day crew still believe in god.” She spits. “But, they’ll come around.”

Candace turns and faces you. Her tits are titanic and have the perkiness that only fake breasts have. Of course hers are quite real. She bows her head submissively.

“My Queen.”

“I see why you got the job, Candy. Perhaps I’ll let you taste my slit later.”

“It would be my pleasure, my Queen.”

“Now, Jenny, how about a tour of my club?”