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“Good morning Miss Roxy!”
“Good morning boss!”Roxy strutted into the studio, and sat herself down on the presenters chair. She took the red jacket she was offered - emblazoned with the Crockercorp logo - and slid it on, her white bodysuit making for a very striking contrast.
“Just a heads up, we have a new camera guy, so any outbursts - we’ll make sure he isn’t a jerk, anyway.”
“You’re a star,” Roxy said, flashing the older man a winning smile. He had many [blink] some fond memories of those lips, and the better things went for Roxy the more often he’d get one of those wonderful blowjobs.
Roxy clapped her hands, holding out one for the script. One of the veteran camera crew was in a heated discussion with the new guy, which they only stopped as Roxy laid the piece of paper on her knee, her white hair just a bit too smooth, so she had to keep one delicate [blink] powerful hand on it lest it fall off.“I’m ready to go. Can we get this shitshow over with?”Roxy paused. The newbie gaped.“That was a new one. Sorry. Sooner the better.”
The producer walked over to their spot, waving their hand as other people walked into position. Roxy shifted a bit, her pale [blink] almost coal black skin sucking in the light around her, her pink makeup and striking eyes providing most of the detail on her face. She sat up, confident and certain, and began talking.
“Good morning imperial jerkwads.”She paused.“Good morning imperial citizens,” She said, trying again, voice not wavering, “This is the Monday Imperial news report, headed by me, Roxy Lalonde. Over the weekend-” [blink] “-I redid my hair to look stunning for swimming, and got a massage from a hot babe.”Roxy flicked her hair back, the interwoven locks creating an effect like a river swaying side to side. Her fins fluttered as she continued, slightly smug smile unwavering.“Your Empress, my ancestor, has ordered that everyone that doesn’t already own one of the self-updating picture frames buys one immediately. We will be going shopping together soon and I hope she chokes on one of her pieces of junk the bitch.”Pause. Roxy licked her lips, her [blink] bright pink tongue sending shivers down the spines of everyone in the room.“Trying again. We will be-”
“BUT SHE KEEPS SAYING IT!”She stopped, vivid eyes [blink] hunter’s eyes piercing the darkness as she stared at the new camera boy. He put his hand over his mouth, and whimpered. She sighed, and gestured for him to come to her.
“Listen, buddy, I get it, it’s weird to hear.”Meekly obliging, the boy sat in Roxy’s lap, where she shoved his face into her prostigious royal tits.“It’s not something I’m happy about either. It stopped me staying public, and I LOVE being public. But I can’t stop the words coming out and they make the imperial bitchness look shitty.”She shuddered a bit, giving the boy a sensation of what it would be like to motorboat those pieces of heaven.“Ugh. You get the point. Now are you okay to get back on with the recording?”
“Yes heiress.”“Atta-”[blink]“- buoy. And clam to me afterwards and I’ll mako you MUCH betta~.”
