A friend called and ask me to approach you about listing with an agency." she replied."What the fuck are you talking about Jen?" I asked."Try to follo... this Max." she seemed irritated. "A former employee of Black Swamp started a new business to operate here. They are going to specialize in high risk assignments. High risk, high pay assignments," she corrected herself. "Very low profile workers for high profile clients." I don't get it," I admitted."This is the example he gave me." Jen. “I don’t think so…but she hasn’t told me what. Only that it is a surprise.” “Maybe you should excuse us now, baby. Why don’t you go relax and have a drink, I’ll meet you up in the room later.” Brian sat for a second before responding. “Sure, I’ll see you upstairs,” he said as he rose and collected his stuff and put his shoes on. “It’s okay, baby. It’s all for your birthday, you can’t know everything.” Brian didn’t respond as he put his backpack over his shoulder. “Alright, I love you. Nick, see. As I walk out Nick is standing outside my door. My heart jumps in my chest. I wonder if he saw anything. As I walk out with the box he looks at it. "Is that the dress?" he asks. "Yes, that's it." "Let me see it." I start to open the box forgetting the gag is in there. I stop. "No." I said. I will put it on for you someday but until then you cannot see it. We will see if you live up to your promise. We both laugh. There are three other people on the elevator with us. No one says a word. They all. And Rikki’s knees jerked, her breaths escaping her in snorts. She stared up at me, frantic and wide eyed, and I laughed. Because I damn well knew the signs of when Rikki was close to coming. I paced around to her head, letting the dog do his thing, and I didn’t even have to fucking touch her. I just placed one boot on her face and pressed it so that she shook beneath me all the harder. “You deserve it, Rikki. Know why? Because you’re a filthy fucking bitch in heat.” And she came so hard she.