Christa

“Follow me, Wendy.”

You follow his tight little ass up a few floors. He opens a door. You hear screaming in the distance. It sounds like people being tortured.

He takes you to a large corner office and opens the door.

“Wendy, this is Christa.”

You want to whistle. The woman is hot. She wears a polished black leather outfit. Her corset makes her tits look scrumptious. Beautiful tattoos depicting sex and **** cover body. Several lovely piercings are visible and you suspect there are more. You wonder if she’d let you search.

Oddly, she has a pair of pale horns that protrude from her forehead.

When she opens her mouth you see her canines are fangs. “Hello, Curtiss. Who is this morsel?”

She stands up from her desk and picks up a wicked looking whip. As she gets closer you smell her. The same scent you are wearing wafts off of her.

“This is my protege, Wendy Warshaw. We’ll just be going...”

“You’ll be going. I want to talk with Wendy.” She snarls. “Did you want to go, Wendy?”

“Fuck no.”

Curtiss looks at you. “Wendy...”

“Leave now!” Christa commands.

Curtiss seems to resist a bit before simply leaving.

“Now, Wendy, tell me why you smell like me.”

“I’m wearing EvilGlam perfume. I want to improve it. So I needed to know where the fuck it comes from.”

“Are you enjoying the perfume, Wendy?”

“Hell yes! Making men obedient just makes me wet.”

She cackles. “As it should. I like you We are a lot alike. Tell me, why no tats or piercings.”

“I want some so bad, but I haven’t had the time.”

“You have time now. I can give you one like mine.”

She points to an amazing tattoo. It looks precisely like a miniature version of her.