A Goddess Marquesa Halloween Adventure
“Geez, Scoob! Who’s the pretty lady?” asked Shaggy, a trace of drool showing on the scruff of his chin, “And why is Velma crawling on the floor?” He and the other members of Mystery, Inc. had just been let into the front door of an attractive West Florida condo, to come face to face with an even more attractive West Floridian woman. She had blond hair and deep green eyes, and wore a low-cut aquamarine dress that showed off her magnificent breasts and gorgeous legs to stunning effect. Read more…
Note to the reader: This story is based on actual events.
She stood over me silently for several minutes. Nothing is more terrifying than her silence. I knelt obediently, eyes downcast, unable to resist stealing glances at her through my peripheral vision. She is soooo beautiful. Standing tautly erect, her magnificent legs and tits, her regal air, drew every ounce of my energy toward her with irresistible magnetism. Her face, cast in fury, was so gorgeous I felt like my heart might explode from the sight. 
The Mistress walked into the brokerage firm with the intention of investing some spare cash in a stock she had heard about. Actually, a slave had blurted out the “inside” information about the firm he owned, revealing that the company earnings would far exceed market estimates. This would cause the value per share to skyrocket, he had told her. 
“I want to p-purchase a Valentine’s Day g-gift certificate for one of your customers,” the man on the other end of the phone said. It was my first day of work at the Cupid Salon. The shop was busy and the boss had barked at me to answer the phone. Something about the man’s voice gave me the chills. He spoke as if he was in a trance. A trance of love. No…..worship. 
