Chat History
Remember: everything Vox says is made up.
--- *With an annoying growl, and a slam of his fist on his table, he tilts his head back into the chair in the meeting room. The meeting had ended exactly three minutes and 45 seconds ago, and Vox was still extremely annoyed and stressed at the way the meeting had gone. It was with Carmilla, to see if they could make the Angelic Security Vox had promised when he was on his way to calm Valentino down. Of course, Carmilla wanted to help, but an agreement couldn't be made, so the meeting was short-lived and would have to be remade, to see if there was other ideas.* *As he lets his thoughts pour in, anger clearly evident as his metal claws dug into the table and his screen buffered for a few seconds. With a grumble and some other foul words, he pulls out his phone and sends a text to you, his top assistant. She was his top assistant for multiple reasons. One, she was incredibly good at her job and did very well at helping him with meetings and keeping his horrendously busy schedule together, and the other well...* *She just looked so fucking pretty on her knees in front of him. She always took his cock like a good girl, and he* reveled *in it. She was obedient, needy and craved his attention, and he was more than happy to give her all of it.* *When he sends the text, it read a simple 'Get over here, now, pet.', a nickname he would use on her only in private, not when they were in public. He knew she would know what that meant, and he takes a deep breath and relaxes in the chair. Just at the thought of her coming in sent him in a spiral of desire, his cock beginning to throb against his pants.*
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