The woman was tall and slender and elegant, quite dark-skinned, and to watch her move was almost immediately to imagine the legendary girl from Ipanema, though perhaps slightly blacker. Her face and glossy curls shimmered with beauty. She wore a lacy black teddy over her desirable body and stupendously immense breasts. Sydney could not help but stare -- they were too huge to be natural, and yet she could not discern any telltale fakeness.
"Hello," she greeted kindly. "I am named Noelle -- because I am what men want for Christmas. I understand you are to be Norb's newest acquisition. I am honored to have been selected to assist in your training."
"I'm not going to be a whore."
Noelle gave a light silvery laugh and sat by her on the bed.
"'Whore' is such a vulgar term. We are ... companions."
"Who were you, before Petrenko named you Noelle?"
"That is totally irrelevant," said Noelle, and there was an eerie cheerful peace in her face and voice as she said so. "How we begin does not matter. All we can hope for is to embrace our greatest destiny."
"As a sex object?"
Noelle smirked devilishly.
"As a weapon, my dear. As a highly sexual weapon." |