(Written by Enigma-Fetishist, June 2016)
Alya is relaxing on her couch, sipping on a glass of champagne. She has changed her attire when she arrived home from a quick visit to her office. She has slipped into a nice red satin blouse, a red leather skirt and sexy knee high red boots. She completes her outfit with a pair of mesh see through satin gloves.
A small chirp from her security system alerts her that someone has entered her private grounds and making their way through her estate toward the main building. She picks up her phone and looks at the security camera's feed, smirking evilly as she recognizes the convertible car she sees on the screen. She struts to the door only to hear the car screech to a halt and the slamming of the car door. The unmistaken sound of high heels clicking on the marble tiles becomes louder. Alya swiftly opens the door before the woman can raise her hand and pound on that door. “Good evening and welcome! I was expecting you.” Alya smirkingly states.
The woman at the door exudes anger in every possible form. “I need to fucking talk to you, you bitch!” she fumes.
“Certainly! Come in!” Alya responds, keeping herself in check. The woman stomps inside clasping her briefcase. “Have a seat! Would you like some champagne?” Alya smirks as she directs the woman to the couch and the bottle of champagne sitting on the table in front of it.
“I'm not here to share fucking pleasantries. You blackmailed my boyfriend into having me sign these permits.” she fumes holding up the briefcase.
“Yes...Yes I did. I am a business woman and I get what I want! Nothing wrong with that!” Alya states matter of factly while smirking and taking another sip of her champagne.
The woman is taken aback by the answer. “Then...then...this stops now! I signed these permits for you! Now leave my boyfriend alone.” she orders. Alya swiftly gets up and moves next to the woman, sitting beside her on the couch. Her hand caresses the young woman's legs.