<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/2385/eotcdgr8scvudk8zg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Courtesan Vajayjay</strong><br/>aka Jaclyn Rosendahl<br/>Entrepreneur<br/><em>About her</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">         </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and she agrees! … her eyes! … she sees right through me, from that very first encounter in George Town …<br/><br/>… she uses her phone to summon Amanda … why Amanda? … Amanda who abandoned me when she had dropped me into that jewelry store and I was left to fend for myself! … why did I return to Dianne’s that time? … instead of finding Peter or going to the police? … somehow, Dianne’s was my place to be before the attempt on the store, so it was the place to be after that … and was it a failure? … I had come away with much … and handed it over to her … my nipples crinkle at the remembered jewelry we had purchased when casing the store … the nipple shields are likely in the jewelry collection in that costume closet outside of Dianne’s bedroom …<br/><br/>… startled from my reminisce by Dianne … her ‘serving room’ … yes, I remember … ‘serving’ her there … am I blushing? … does Taffy see? …<br/><br/>… Dianne takes Taffy by the elbow … I trail behind, unable to hear what is being said … admiring Dianne’s form from behind … so attractive … so worthy! … </em></span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://files.catbox.moe/b6bs9j.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Amanda is already present when we arrive … we sit … Dianne looks at me again … she speaks … to me and mentions Amanda … feet! … extend my legs slightly so Amanda can see my shoes … the locks at the ankles … the key in my purse that is back with my coat …<br/><br/>… I look at Amanda expectantly … she approaches and leans in close … her voice breathy in my ear …</em></span></span><br/><br/><em>“Vajayjay gets what Mistress wants.  Yes?”</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… a shiver … turn slightly to whisper back …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Yesss Miss Amanda, Vajayjay needs whatever Mistress wants!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… my eyes lift toward Mistress … she is so lovely … and Taffy with her! … Tu-tu … hope Taffy feels honored too, to have a special name  from Mistress … sigh! …</em></span></span><br/>