(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 found the Russian beauty hard to read.  She seemed annoyed, or amused, or both at the same time, and he was not sure if it was something he did or failed to do, or if her reactions had nothing to do with him at all.<br/><br/><strong>"<em>...How nice of you to say so...</em>."</strong><br/><br/>He was confused by this.  Was she appreciating that he complimented her?  Or was it some kind of sarcastic remark because he gave her a card with his name on it instead of introducing himself verbally?<br/><br/><strong>"Yes, Miss Lysina.  Okanjo is my surname, my apologies for not saying it out loud.  It is not everyday that I get to meet someone so accomplished and that I have admired for so long."</strong><br/><br/>He tried to listen carefully to her explanation regarding her retirement.  For the most part, he failed to pay much attention to what she was saying.  The last person to call him "Mr. Okanjo" instead of "Dr. Okanjo" was... actually, he could not recall a time anyone ever called him Mr. Okanjo.<br/><br/>That particular combination of title and name made him think of his late father, the man who abused his late mother and most affected the way Dr. Okanjo treated many of the women in his life.  His mother was a blue-eyed blonde, just like the slave at his feet and the free woman before him...<br/><br/>A free woman that he would have loved to have chained up, spread eagle, and stripped naked.  Her long and limber arms and legs would be stretched and strained, her small breasts surrounded with clothespins, her nipples clamped with alligator clips biting into her thin skin, her defined abs clenching as she sobbed and begged for mercy, her tight bottom penetrated with a fat anal plug, her pretty face streaked with tears, her long hair whipped around her head from the hard slaps he hit her cheeks with.<br/><br/>Leaving at the top of her game, he could accept.  She did not mention any of the rumors for her retirement - injury, marriage, having a family - these were reasons for quitting a sport that he could understand.  Even leaving at the top of her game he could accept.  But she made so mention of a second career, except for living a life of luxury.  He knew she came from money, but so did Kaelyn, and she still ran a successful business, even though she did not have to and was older than Darya.<br/><br/>Dr. Okanjo's opinion of the Russian started sinking.  New thoughts of forcing her to consume his Milkmaid drug then using machines to pump her lactating breasts came to mind, followed by scenes of her mammary gland secretions being used to feed hogs that mated with her bound body covered in mud and jizz.<br/><br/>He found it strange that she criticized his car's color when her own had a similar shade.<strong>"The car was not purchased, but won in a high stakes game of poker, Miss Lysina.  The Arab gentleman that lost it to me obtained this one-of-a-kind model from the Dubai Auto Show two years ago.  But I suppose if I had as much gold as you have earned in your short life, I, too, would seek a different color."</strong><br/><br/>He did not bother correcting her misuse of his title.  She was obviously literate in English if she could read his name.  Was she trying to insult him, or did she spend so much time on the track that she could failed to see the "Dr." in front of his name?<br/><br/>Had she invited him to her ship after only this conversation, he probably would have declined.  However, Kaelyn was going to be there, which meant that Dr. Okanjo planned on being there, too.  He laughed politely at her pun, and offered one of his own.<br/><br/><strong>"I appreciate your kindness in inviting me to your ship, Miss Lysina.  I will certainly be there.  As for your plans after an esteemed, unparalleled career in the long jump, I am sure no matter what you do, you will go... far.  Good day, Miss Lysina."</strong><br/><br/>He bowed slightly, snapped his wrist, and walked his slave to the passenger side of the car.  He laid a towel on the seat so she would not ruin the leather interior with the nectar from her nether lips, had her sit on the towel, then pushed a button for her door to lower and close.  He got into his side of the car, closed that door, and drove off (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142203.msg6503941#msg6503941).