High above the hustle and bustle of the busy city, Desiree looked down over the balcony of her high-rise office. Swirling a glass if chablis in her hand, the statuesque beauty furled her brow and spit, sending a gob of saliva hurtling down towards the packed streets below.
"Vermin, all of them." The gorgeous CEO said with venomous contempt, stepping back inside. Desiree had worked hard for her success, lying, cheating, stealing, and exploiting her way to the top like any capitalist worth her salt. But, once she found herself comfortable in her vast fortune, she found there was nothing left to chase. Sure, her every whim was met, but the jetsetting stunner could only engage in so much vice before it all felt so stale.
Indeed, Desiree was a hedonist in every sense of the word, using her immense wealth to finance bachanalia the world would've thought extinct. Her parties were outrageous and her carnal appetites for pleasure were insatiable.
"They're ready, ma'am." A sheepish voice called out. Swinging around dramatically, Desiree turned to see her personal assistant Marcelline, standing with a package in her hands. The ceo approached the smaller assistant, her luscious hips swaying from side to side as her ass, sculpted with the finest BBL money could buy, wobbled hypnotically with every step.
"Good work, darling." Desiree purred, running a velvet-gloved hand along the cheek of her assistant's face. As Marcelline set the package down on her boss's desk, Desiree grabbed the anxious girl by the hair and pulled Marcelline down below her immaculate ass.
"BRRRRRAAAPPPPPP"
Like a peel of thunder, Desiree farted directly in the face of her subordinate, howling with laughter as she watched her tiny assistant wretch.
"Thank you, Ma'am." Marcelline coughed, struggling not to throw up at the sudden abrasive stench. Desiree merely inhaled deeply and stepped towards the package that had been brought to her.
"Do you know what today is, Mary?" The ceo asked, not taking her eyes off the package.
"It's, um, Monday, ma'am. And my name is Marcelline." The nebbish assistant replied, straightening her posture.
"Incorrect, Mercy. Today is the day I leave this life behind. Today is the day I take my place among the gods." Desiree explained, opening the package with reverence. Inside were two glass syringes, each one containing a deep blue fluid. Years of hard work and untold millions of dollars had led up to this moment and Desiree was positively salivating at what would come next. This was the final step in her conquest of earthly delights, the ultimate party drug to give her a high like no other. With immaculately manicured hands, the boss bitch grabbed a syring and held it up to the light, marvelling at it. Then...
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