For Beatrice: Sporting Chance

[Mr. Veide]

I am Sir Phallus btw, I changed back to my old profile after problems with the Sir Phallus account).

Renoire arrived at the floor, and promptly sat himself in a chair he had positioned in the middle of the gym.

She was late.
He did not like that.

He took out his notebook and wrote "Tardy and lacking punctuality, sloppiness". His expression became ever more stern as he waited.

Finally, the door opened and in walked Mary Louise, in her skintight blue leotard, her hair in a pony tail. She had a big smile on her face, which Renoire interpreted as smugness. She had a less than graceful manner in his eyes. She was not expecting him.

But she did have a beautiful body. Renoire enjoyed the sight, drinking in her pert boobs, curvy thighs, and perfect legs. He liked what he saw...it was just a matter of molding this little brat into his perfect little girl doll. Renoire, with in an instant of seeing her, had a mental image of what he wanted her to be. He would have his way, he was Jacques Renoire, after all.

His eyes fixed on her with absolute intensity.

"You are late, girl!"

"OVER HERE, NOW!" He shouted.