(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Salesroom "Emperium"<br/><strong>With:</strong>Callie Shaw, Tillie LeBon, Sophie Maryse Bisset, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br/><br/>Dr. Okello Okanjo (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/Okello_Okanjo_suit_hat.jpg) simply could not stop driving the car (http://www.motorward.com/wp-content/images/2009/12/Mercedes-SLS-AMG-Desert-Gold-11.jpg) he won in the high stakes poker game last week.  The matt gold paintjob, named Desert Gold, looked stunning to him, along with the glossy black parts that replaced all the chrome and silver.  The gullwing doors were another unique feature of the vehicle.  It was the first special edition of the 2010 Mercedes SLS AMG and it was part of winnings from some oil mogul from Dubai who did not know when to quit.<br/><br/>He pulled into the Emperium.  From the time he moved to Monte Carlo weeks ago and up until now, the pharmacology researcher turned millionaire playboy gambler visited the city's brothels almost as much as he frequented its casino.<br/><br/>But today he was going to be different.  Today, he was going to a department store to shop around for a slave.<br/><br/>The variety in the brothels was nice, but he was ready to have a personal slut of his own, one he could use as long and as hard as he wanted to, one he could pump full of drugs, one he could make insatiably horny, one that would leak copious amounts of body fluids, one he would punish until his sadistic cravings were satisfied, one he could keep caged under his bed until it automatically unlocked to let her out so she could wake him up with a morning blowjob, and one he could even turn into his own personal puppy- or pony-girl, like the one he saw parading around the city streets pulling a carriage behind her.<br/><br/>Dr. Okanjo headed straight to the salesfloor and immediately started perusing the slaves that were on display.  It was not a large collection, but even at first glance each one seemed to be a different version of an exquisite model of perfection.<br/><br/>The first one he approached was the one closest to him.  Her short black hair and less endowed cleavage set her apart from the others.  Her sleight frame and unblemished, uninked skin made her seem pure and innocent.  However, something about her eyes seemed disingenuous and empty despite the gleam and twinkle in them.  He cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs flicking across her nipples.  He pinched the peaks of her tits between the tips of his fingers and thumbs, gradually squeezing them harder, then twisting them and pulling them toward the ceiling until she got up on her toes.  He suddenly released them, rubbing the aching he created away while looking deeply into her amber eyes.  Dr. Okanjo shook his head slightly and clicked his tongue, then waved his hand dismissively.<strong>"Too small."</strong><br/><br/>The next one was another brunette, with a larger chest and stomach in a smaller frame.  He looked her up and down for moment, then rejected her as well, casually assessing her breasts,<strong>"Too big."</strong>He did not bother touching her, much less breaking his stride.<br/><br/>He almost walked by the third slave, but her flaming red hair and ample breasts made him pause.  He backtracked and turned toward her, but showed his indifference with the words,<strong>"<em>Much</em> too big."</strong>Still, that did not stop him from feeling her up, if only to see how her tits compared to those of the pixie-cut slender one he molested first.  Just to be fair, he pinched and squeezed and twisted and tugged her nipples as well.<br/><br/>Dr. Okanjo was somewhat disappointed with the selection so far.  The Emperium was supposed to have the best cunts that Monte Carlo could offer, and yet not one of them so far really grabbed his attention.<br/><br/>But then he saw her, and from the moment he laid his green eyes on her blue ones, he knew.  She was breathtaking, not as young as the previous slaves, but as tall as the redhead.  And her breasts - he put his hands on them, closed his eyes, and smiled.<strong>"Mmm, <em>just</em> right."</strong>He examined her more closely, appraising her other features, using his hands to feel the muscle tone on her arms and legs and tummy and ass, while pressing his nose into the side of her head to smell the scent of her hair.  She was it, she was what he wanted, and even the shade of her skin and color of her hair would nicely complement the sports car waiting for him outside.  He was not sure when he first came in what kind of slave he wanted to buy and bring home, but it was as if the Emperium read his subconscious mind and created her just for him.<br/><br/>He was going to enjoy using her and making her suffer.<br/>