Blue Bitch

Francesca did not care to know the names of her prostitutes. There were dozens of girls. Too many. But they all seemed to bow toward the blue haired bitch.

She could shoot that blue bitch for mentioning Father. Damn her.

Francesca would be playing naughty games with her servant Diego at the villa. Bouncing on his big hard dick. He was so fit. Muscles and a boyish cute face.

But instead she was here among the common filth. Dirty men pleasured by dirtier women. But she would make this her empire and Father would see that she was above it.

She called the prostitutes into the main banquet hall for her big speech. Her small silver gun in hand. Eyes sharp.