<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1f/f0/c0/1ff0c08b07abb5111b707ee3cd7df572.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Robyn Primrose Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12803241#msg12803241)<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Financial Controller <br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | Thursday | 9 a.m. <br/><strong>Location:</strong> On the Beach<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini Bottoms (Top tossed aside) (https://65.media.tumblr.com/d76d0de4d78966d35f654087508543de/tumblr_nc304qR4ab1rigk5bo1_500.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Oscar Valdez <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Bossy Bitch | Power Play?</span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Robyn felt like her heart might explode within her chest from how rapidly it pounded against her chest. Would he do as she instructed, no, demanded of him? Did she really want him to?<br/><br/>As the seconds elongated, as if hours resided between them, she found herself desiring his compliance rather than resistance to her outrageous request. Crazy? Possibly. Sure, it would be easier, for her at least, if he called a crazy bitch, flipped her the bird, and stormed back in the direction of the house. <br/><br/>However, Robyn did not typically back away from challenges just because they might push her beyond her personal limits or comfort zone. She had to adapt to new changes and ensure she did not fall behind her ruthless competition, especially since there were already two or possibly three strikes against her. <br/><br/>She was black, a woman, and not heterosexual. <br/><br/>Pathetic as it might sound, Robyn found herself in better control of her treacherous emotions and thus her composure when she fell back upon the same tactics employed within her day to day experiences at her demanding job. Most useful and applicable, at present was one used frequently whenever her superiors threw her a curve-ball or when a vindictive co-worker sought to knock her down in order to rise above her crumpled body. <br/><br/>Sometimes, you needed to bullshit. Confidence is King. Think about yourself first and others second. <br/><br/>“Nobody cares what you liked,” Robyn scolded quietly with a roll of her eyes. <br/><br/>The salute was ignored but she could not take her eyes away as he shrugged the shirt from his shoulders. Somehow she still found herself doubting that he would actually go through with ALL of it. Any lingering hint of uncertainty vanished from her thoughts as he lowered his hand to the bathing suit and pushed it down his muscular legs. <br/><br/>Her mouth watered a little, cunt dampened, at the sight of his thick cock. Some preferred length but Robyn preferred someone with girth, capable of stretching her.<br/><br/>“You never learned when to keep your thoughts to yourself. Did you, Oscar?” She commented with a light tsking sound. While her tone gave the appearance of annoyance, she actually liked his obstinant mouth and how he did not become some cowering bitch. Plus, his impish nature distracted her from potentially overthinking how WRONG this was. “I won’t ask you to shut up though. I doubt you could manage for more than a few seconds.” <br/><br/>Instead, she rose onto her feet and permitted the straw hat to tumble from her fingertips onto the towel with him. A light sip of her drink was taken, played with in her mouth, as she permitted him a view rarely seen by anyone...other than David, her faithful and multifaceted vibrator. <br/><br/>Her hips were wide, accented by a spank-able behind, while her breasts were capable of being a little more than a handful. Dark brown skin practically glowed with health and vibrancy underneath the direct sunlight. No tattoos or piercings adorned her form. She was not perfect though. No where near it. A lengthy scar marred her flat stomach while faded marks told the unspoken tale of her childhood and more recent ones of a troubled path into adulthood. Arms crossing over her stomach rather than seeking to hide her breasts, she lifted her foot and pressed it forcefully against his chest, forcing him to lay all the way down upon his back. <br/><br/>“I can't help wondering though; can your mouth do thing things with the same level of expertise?” <br/></span>