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"The Universe keeps hitting You with the same lessons, in cycles until you learn."
- Dau Voire

She just finished pleasuring a man but had told him to keep it simple, to avoid any Kinky stuff. Even though she normally encouraged people to go out of their way in order to summit their FEELINGS... Guess it was a long day of 'Work'. Both of them started putting on their clothes. The man was some sort of businessman,with a weird taste for hawaiian coats, here to let off some heat. He tucked in his shirt while giving her final looks to -kind of- savor the beauty, while he could. She noticed that and to fill the silence:

"Well, it was nice having you around, Mister-?"

"Mister Shaman, Sammy to you, if you'd like, Ma'am"

"Yeah... I think I'll stick with Mister Shaman... at least for now, or forever"

"That's fine by me." He replied with raised eyebrows, now fixing his tie.

She instinctively made a face of disgust, which served as a signal for the Shaman to leave. She had a self-made rule to never get indulged with her clients on a personal level, mainly because it got in the way of her objectivity for her 'work'. Just like doctors and health-care professionals she always kept an objective point of view. The Mister Shaman asked her for her number, in case he ever needed to make an appointment again, which he thought he surely needed. She gave him her card, upon which was printed:

Ahriman, BIZZO                                                                                                                 +1 212-666-4192

"Forget what it means to sin!"

Mister Shaman smirked, and the creases around the lips almost reached his right eye. Bizzo knew that she had caught another fish, a big one too. Seeing this, was always fuel to her Vanity. She got more and more powerful with each new person entering her "Naughty List". All these years of exposure to famous and rich people had given her an idea of their behavior, 'The more money someone has, the more easily he, (or sometimes "she") could get engulfed in the heat of this business.'

She knew all the pleasure points of a person, instantly, like she was born to be a Call girl. An instrument of fire and destruction for some hearts, a master of manipulation, with the power of persuasion!

BIZZO...

The name had a ring to it.

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