(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>Just outside the Emperium<br/><strong>With:</strong>His slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon; his business associate, Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's friend, Darya Lisina; Darya's slave, Valentina Khorkina; store slave girls<br/><br/>Dr. Okanjo considered himself reasonably witty and charming, characteristics he enjoyed conveying to free members of the fairer sex.  He almost always had them blushing or laughing, which usually eventually led to them orgasming beneath him, begging him for more, then begging him to stop, then thanking him for not stopping.<br/><br/>But Kaelyn was different.  In terms of tennis, every time he served the ball thinking he had an ace, she returned it with equal power... along with an added surprise spin.  They matched each other, stroke for stroke, point for point.<br/><br/>His action, in the form of the subtle extra contact during their handshake, matched his words, and Kaelyn was just as skilled at manipulating his heart strings with her gestures as with her voice.  She laid her hand on his arm and he felt a jolt of electricity between them, barely containing a feint flinch as he was slightly startled by that hand sliding down his arm and squeezing his wrist, as if wrestling control from him and making him wonder what would happen next.<em>So this must be what it is like to be dominated.</em>This was not a scripted event from a surrogate, but the genuine article from someone he truly admired and desired.<br/><br/>For a moment, he hoped that her hand on his wrist would lead to an invitation to join her on her little shopping trip - it would not be the first time that he medically examined and physically appraised a potential slave purchase for an acquaintance - but instead she pulled one of his own classic moves of leaving the other wanting, letting absence make the heart grow fonder, but already creating suspense with the potential of a future meeting.  Along with the implied possession she had of him with her hand on his wrist, her seduction of him was a new feeling that he enjoyed immensely, and he nodded slightly in approval.<br/><br/>He continued in French.<strong>"I would very much like to see you test... and break... the limits of this cunt.  If you do decide to procure a slave or two, I would be more than happy to return the favor... while you are there to witness it."</strong><br/><br/>Dr. Okanjo noticed that his slave seemed to be very aware of the conversation they were having in front of her.  He wrapped the leash around his fist, giving the leash a light tug, not giving her even an inch of slack.<br/><br/>When Kaelyn blew him a kiss, he acted like he was catching it in his hand, then placed his palm over his mouth.<br/><br/><strong>"<em>Au revoir, Madame Richelieu.</em>  I hope to see you again soon."</strong><br/><br/>Dr. Okanjo could not believe his luck.  After buying his perfect slave and flirting with one of his favorite women in all of Monte Carlo, he was now... hopefully... laying eyes on one of the most beautiful athletes in all of the world.  Even though she was dressed in jeans that hugged her long legs like a second skin and a blouse that was simple and sporty, he was sure that the tall, slender blonde was his favorite track and field star.<br/><br/><strong>"<em>Excusez-moi.</em>  I mean, excuse me.  I could not help but to think that you are familiar, and then Ms. Richelieu confirmed my thought by telling me your name.  Darya Lisina?  Darya Lisina... as in... one of... no... as in <em>the</em> greatest female long jumper in all of the world... that Darya Lisina?"</strong><br/><br/>The shop slave that loaded his car walked by the group empty-handed, paused, curtsied, and went back into the Emperium.  Dr. Okanjo pushed a button on his car remote, causing the trunk of the high performance sports car, painted in a shade of yellow called Desert Gold, to slowly close and lock.  He put the remote in his pocket while looking back at the woman, and brought his hand, cupped, out of his pocket toward his chest.<br/><br/>Briskly but not suddenly, he moved as if to offer a handshake, but he turned his palm toward the sky and extended his fingers, seemingly producing a business card out of thin air.  The front side had his name, degrees, affiliated organizations, and contact information, while the back of the card had similar data in Spanish, French, German, Russian and Japanese.  She was only an inch or two shorter than he, a detail that, when combined with her fame, her achievements and the slave she possessed, had him consider her an equal like Kaelyn.<br/><br/>He bowed slightly.<strong>"Congratulations on your recent performance at the Olympics, Miss Lisina.  I use to be a sprinter myself, and I followed your career for the past few years.  You have so much to be proud of.  I have heard rumors that you have retired from the sport.  If I may be so bold... is there any truth to that, and if so, how will you be occupying your time?"</strong><br/><br/>(Edit: typo)