I`m a alluring ebony domme with a cruel, wicked, and devious mind. I`m also the keeper of all of your dirty little secrets and wicked desires. Let`s have a delightful and enlightening session. Let me nurture and cultivate your dark nature.

Copyright 2000
by Frank K. Kovac(FK Publications)
Andrea’s Good Fortune

” Ok…now get off his dick and sit on the guy’s face.”, said Andrea as she stood behind the camera, recording everything. ” Good…that’s it Sue, you’re doing great, get that butt of yours right over his mouth.”

” I’m having fun!”, remarked Sue while seated upon the man’s head.

Finally, with the film coming to an end, Andrea said, ” All right…the show’s over, you two can get dressed now.”

Shutting down the recorder, Andrea ventured over to her desk and pulled out an envelope. While removing the cash, she watched the models go back into their clothes. In the end, Andrea went up to them, saying, ” Here you go…one hundred for each…just as I promised.”

” Oh great, thanks.”, replied Sue, smiling away.

When both models left the apartment, the 5′ 10″ tall brunette shut the door and went over to the sofa, placing her jean clad ass down upon the cushion. Staring at the ceiling for a second, she said to herself, ” Hopefully I’ll make some money this time…, it’d be nice if I could make enough on this porno stuff so I can quit my crappy job.”

Musing away, she simply sat there upon her beautiful butt and thought on for a few more moments when finally muttering to her own ears, ” If I didn’t have to pay the models, I’d make out fine; well….I guess that’s just the way it goes.”

Eventually, she quit feeling sorry for herself and got up, getting things together and preparing herself for work tomorrow morning.

With a pulsating beep, the digital clock woke her up at seven. Getting out of bed, Andrea got dressed and made herself breakfast. Passing the bathroom door mirror, she gazed at her own reflection showing a lady dressed in a business skirt suit and a pair of black high heeled pumps. Admiring the dark blue attire for a moment, she eventually downed a cup of coffee and left.

At the office, Andrea took a seat behind her desk and began working. For the last two years, she’d been employed by Ron, a man owning his own insurance business, having three people working for him. As the secretary, it was her job to take all the incoming calls and do whatever else is required.

No sooner had she started, the lady heard Lisa enter the suite, saying, ” Hi Andrea, how was your weekend?”

” Oh…it was ok…wish it was longer.”

” I know what you mean, it’s always that way.”

Before Lisa sat down, Ron emerged from his office and went over to the water cooler, taking a drink, using one of the nearby cups. After the large bubbles came up from the bottom of the clear plastic bottle situated upside down upon the cooler, Ron said, ” Ok ladies, that’s enough taking, now let’s get to work!” Giving him a frustrated look, Andrea nevertheless returned her attention to the papers stretched before her.

Three seconds after Ron scolded the females, Sam came in, saying, ” Hello everyone….I see I’m the last one here.”

Looking at his watch, Ron remarked, ” You’re two minutes late, try to be on time tomorrow.”

Not responding, Sam simply went to his work area and began the week’s effort.

After Ron turned around and went back to his office, Lisa said to Andrea, ” I can’t believe that creep, he thinks he can push everyone around just because he owns the place.”

” Well….hopefully I’ll find something better soon.”, answered the brunette.

Like every other Monday, it came and went. At the end of the work day, Andrea drove home, went into her apartment, and relaxed herself upon the sofa. Just sitting there still dressed in her work attire, the lady continued to muse, thinking of ways to make her little side line business more profitable. At first, nothing came to mind, there just didn’t seem to be anything she could do. However, as she was about to get up and make herself a cup of coffee, she remembered something. A few years back, she read about some weird recipe in an old book about magic spells.

” What harm could it do if I try?”, she ask herself, venturing over to a closet and retrieving the old manual.

Flicking through the pages, Andrea finally found what she was looking for. Smiling, the lady remarked, ” From what I see here, it’s not too hard to make.̶