The first rays of the morning sun pierced the highrise windows, splashing on the face of the sleeping rat man. He stirred as the unwelcomed light caused a hangover induced headache to spawn. Monroe sat up, feeling like rest was over for him. Sitting up he stretched, feeling his back cracking. He only had a fuzzy idea as to what happened last night because what he did remember was a lot of drinking. He peeled off his silky blankets and scooted to the end of his bed. Looking back he could see his wonderful maid while soundly asleep in the bed.
Nebula was his name and he had been employed for some time by Monroe, mostly as a maid but he also served many other roles as well. His jet black fur covered a feminine and sleek body. He was totally nude, save for a red ribbon he kept tied to the base of his tail. Monroe almost felt disappointed that the tail was positioned in a way that blocked his view of the maid’s tight rump. He entertained the idea of moving it, but decided to let his employee get some rest. He made his way to the bathroom.
The pitter patter of his bare feet sounded as he moved to the shower, activating it and allowing it to run for a moment to get to the hot temperature he liked. As he waited he looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn't help but to crack a smile seeing his cream colored fur had a patchwork of kiss marks on it, mostly on his belly and thigh. His dick had rings of lipstick on it, so he knew for a fact he had fun last night. Just the thought of it was enough to have the organ begin to throb to life. The rodent entered the shower, enjoying the feeling of the steamy water hitting his fur. He looked down and again the image of the lipstick on his body turned him on. He thought about jerking off, but chose against it, as he would need to save that energy for better uses.
He walked out of the bathroom wearing only a bathrobe. He was pleased to see Nebula working hard in the kitchen. He couldn't work out exactly what it was by visuals, but it smelled amazing and that's what he really cared about. He was also happy to see that his maid chose to only wear an apron , and the horse's swinging tail allowed Monre a view of that tight rump at last.
Looking around at the penthouse Monroe enjoyed the sight of his lavish abode. Multiple golden statues of nude figures held up lights. Each one was styled in the image of people important in his life. There was a busty eagle, a large muscular dagon, and even a mean looking orc. Red curtains were drawn to allow him a view of the city. As silly an idea as it was, he enjoyed the knowledge that he was basically exposing himself to the whole city. The rat made his way to the dining room table, a long and elegant marble table that would normally be used to host large parties only had the lone diner in it. As he sat he felt an odd bulge in the pocket of his bathrobe. He saw it was stuffed with cash. He did remember he was counting some of his money, but got distracted by yesterday’s festivities. He was counting out some he would be needing for later today, knowing he would be paying Cyrus a visit. He fished them all out and laid them on the table to stack in a neat row. He easily counted a couple hundred thousand, not much in the grand scheme of things but good pocket money to have. He was disturbed from his counting as he felt a warm wet sensation on his crotch. He looked down and saw Nebula had crawled between his legs and was gently kissing his penis.
“I thought you were cooking.”
The maid planted a slow kiss on the head of his employer’s dick, making him shudder in delight.
“But daddy.” He cood. “I couldn't stay away from you. I'm still horny from yesterday.”
A smirk split the rat's lips. Nebula knew that Monreo was weak to this kind of dirty talk, and Monroe knew he was being played. Of course he liked to be played.
“You should get back to cooking, like a good maid.” Monroe lied, but he enjoyed this little roleplay too much. Disciplining a naughty maid was the best way to start one’s day.
“Oh yeah?” The horse said, sticking his ass out as far as he could to make sure Monreo got a good view. “What are you going to do if I keep sucking daddy’s fat cock?” He said, slapping his employer's dick against his cheek.
The rat was fully erect at this point, as he was already revved up earlier in the morning. He stood up, guiding Nebula to do so as well. He pushed the maid down so he was bent over the table, harshly but not too hard. Monroe ran a hand from the back of the horse’s head to the base of his tail, fingers dancing across every little detail of the jet black furred body. This elicited a moan from the main.
“Looks like daddy needs to remind you why he's in charge.” He slapped his cock against the ass of the maid, enjoying the firmness of it. The rat pulled on the horse's tail to position his ass.
“Pulling my tail, you're such a meanie!” Whine Nebula.
“Don't pretend you don't love it.” Monroe moved his dick to line up with his maid’s hole and started to push. His penis was already lubricated from the blowjob relief so it slid inside without too much issue. Still, Nebula let out a lusty moan, feeling his throbbing hard dick inside. The rat didn't go too fast at first, letting the maid get adjusted to his size for a moment. He couldn't wait too long and started to pick up the pace, pushing his dick all the way to the base. Monroe could feel his balls slapping against the horse’s. While the maid dressed feminine he was packing a lot downstairs.
Nebula writhed on the table, pushing the piles of money to the ground recklessly. Monroe did love the sight of it, and it only encouraged him to go harder. Grabbing the horse by the hips he kept going, controlling the pace exactly as he liked it. Which is needless to say fast and wild. The penthouse echoed with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh.
The inevitable moment came when Monroe climaxed, pulling the maid in close to cum deeply inside him. Nebula screamed in delight, loving the warm sensation of his boss’ hot seed. He kept it inside, enjoying the knowledge of how filled up the maid was. Eventually he pulled out, letting it leak to the floor.
Nebula breathed heavily. “Is there anything else you need, Daddy?”
“You got me all messy, so clean me up.”
Dutifully the maid did as he was told, turning and giving Monroe's still hard dick long licks to gobble up every drop of cum. The rat sighed, whatever he paid his maid wasn't enough.
Monroe took his helicopter to his offices. He had several legitimate businesses, ranging from construction to restaurants. This while this brought in good money it was only for keeping up appearances. The real money comes in from his illegal operations.
The vehicle landed on the rooftop of the tower and even when the blades stopped spinning the wind howled past the rodent’s head, blowing his long curly hair back. He stepped out, this tailored suit feeling snug in all the right places as he moved to greet his personal secretary.
“Late as usual I see.” Samantha chided. While she had a serious tone she only meant to tease her boss.
Monroe could only offer up a shrug. “I was held up this morning.” He looked at his secretary. She stood a full head taller than the rat, which he appreciated as that meant her ample bust was all the closer to his face. She was an eagle and dressed in a particularly revealing skirt and dress shirt. Her top was unbuttoned enough to allow most of her breasts to be shown, as well as her red frilly bra. Her skirt was tight and hugged her very well. While she was definitely more top heavy her hips were wonderfully wide.
“Held up?” She asked, turning on her heels and walking inside and expecting her boss to follow. “I take it to mean you got into some bondage play this morning then?”
Monroe did follow, happy that her skirt was high enough to allow a peek at her butt and matching red frilly panties. The two walked indoors, to the rat’s main office. It was just as lavish as his penthouse, with black marble flooring and gold trim windows allowing him a wonderful view of the city. While it looked great in the daytime, the sights were even better at night. He chose not to sit on his office chair. Even if it was heated, cushioned, and could vibrate for a massage, he knew he would be getting right back up soon enough. He settled for leaning his rump on the edge of the table, a classy mahogany desk.
Samantha peered at her table, flicking her fingers to pull up information. “Our cyborganic initiative is working out well. Cyborgs being the hot new things lets us place our prostitutes into influential areas. No one suspects that their eyes can record video so well, Monroe.”
The rat chuckled, pushing himself up and walking towards his secretary. He remembered when she was a male eagle. Of course she was hired first and foremost for her intelligence and willingness to break a few laws. As his organization had excellent healthcare the transition operation was no issue at all. Monroe was overjoyed to see how happy Samantha was with her new look. He was happy as well, but for different reasons.
Moving behind his secretary he wrapped his arms around her, pressing his crotch against her ass. Ever the professional she continued.
“We have got some very compromising footage of that senator who's been campaigning against you.”
Monroe brushed his head against her under arm and side boob. “Pull it up for me.”
His brow raised when the screen sprung to life, showing something that even he was surprised by. “Very creative. Send me that file for later, and let him know that if he doesn't want anyone else to see it he should back off.”
“Yes sir. Care of the Rat Bastard.”
Samantha walked off, leaving the rodent behind for a moment. Rat Bastard Monroe’s criminal name, the almost supervillain behind so much of the world’s prostitution and drug dealing. He kept some standards, taking good care of those in his employ and never pushing drugs in schools.
The secretary sat at the boss’ desk, slowly and deliberately placing one leg after the other on his table. Her long legs were covered in a semi transparent stocking, allowing a view of her toned limbs. Monroe’s eye glided across them, from the tip of her high heels to her hips. She tried to keep her detached tone, but a smirk played across her lips as she knew how badly her boss wanted her.
“Reports show that we are making good progress breaking into Asia and South America. We are setting up businesses there with minimal issues.”
Monreo walked closer, and Samantha lifted one leg, waving her foot across the rat’s face and then hooking it around his waist. She pulled the man closer, the tent in his pants digging into her cleavage. He undid his pants, pushing his silk thong aside to let his dick spring fully out. It nestled between the woman’s breasts. “Any other business matters to attend to?”
The eagle pushed her chest up, letting her boss hump them. She felt gratitude to him as his company did pay for them. Mostly she just loved to use her new body. “Cyrus did leave a message for you. He has something special to show you at his club. Refused to give any more details.”
“That tease.” Monre joked as he kept sliding his dick between the woman’s boobs. Her bra and top pushed the mounds together, giving an excellent sense of pressure. He kept going until he felt the first trickle of pre cum drip out, leaving a spot on her chest.
“Stand up against the window.”
“The window?” She asked, worried. “But it feels like everyone can see us.”
“Let them. We will give them a hell of a show.”
She was hesitant at first, but complied. The eagle pressed both hands against the glass window and stuck her ass out. Monre walked behind her, enjoying the sight of the whole city being made to witness him and the tail feathers of the eagle. He pushed aside her panties and guided his dick to her vagina. It slid in easy, her wetness testament to how much she enjoyed this as well. She gasped at first, the rat’s size being much larger than average and giving her a pleasurable pain. He fucked faster, tilting his body to see her huge breasts in the window’s reflection. With each thrust her nipples slipped out more and more, until finally slipped out fully and began to bounce around freely.
He leaned forward, reaching a hand to cup one of her breasts and delighting in the heft of them. He gave it a hard squeeze. At that he pulled her up, pressing her whole body against the glass. He only wished he could see how her fat tits looked pressed up on the window.
She let out a scream of pleasure, her breath fogging up the glass. Despite herself the knowledge that anyone could be looking up at her turned her on like crazy. Monroe felt it too and before too long he felt himself climax. His balls clenched as shot rope after rope of cum into the eagle’s vagina. He could already feel some of it falling to the ground already.
This was not the first time he had made such a mess in his office, but it would always be clean for him whenever he returned. He pulled out, giving a huff of satisfaction. Seeing the smudges the eagle’s body made on his window he smiled. “Make sure that it does not get cleaned.”
Monroe wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. He looked out the dirty window, again feeling a deep sense of satisfaction knowing everyone below him could be looking at his junk. After the excitement his penis started to get soft.
“Oh boss.” A sweet and enticing voice called out. Turning the rat saw that Samantha was sitting comfortably on his desk, her vagina still leaking some of his seed.
“Come over here and take off my shoes.” She didn't mince words, she didn't need to. She had what he wanted and she felt like she was in control.
Dutifully Monroe walked towards her, the click of his leather shoes echoing in the office. He got down on one knee and took her left foot in both of his hands. Running his fingers over the soft nylon of her leggings until he reached her foot, gingerly removing the heel. Revealed was her bare claw, it unfurled, with the rough skin and dangerous looking talons. She flexed the digits, giving off a small crack as the joints that had been forced to be still for so long finally moved. Monroe repeated the process, this time much slower with the other leg. He enjoyed the feeling of the stockings, feeling the softness of the material amplified by the feathers underneath. He reached the foot again, noting that the nylon ended at her ankle and allowed her feet to be bare. He did also note the scent of her claws, it was clear she was working up a sweat as well.
She gracefully moved her claw underneath his chin and guided him upward until he was standing. Samantha had to lean back and support her body with her arms but she kept her claw at his face.
“Such a dirty pervert.” She gently scolded with a smile. “Sniffing a woman’s foot like that.”
She moved her other foot down to his crotch, the claws slowly collapsing around his already stiffening penis. Monroe did not need any prompting, he was hungry to taste her. He lowered his head and let a long slow lick the claw at his face. The pungent taste of her sweat enticed him and he knew he had to keep it going. Samantha let out a shudder at this, seeing that she was basically being worshiped like this. She jerked him off faster with her free claw, wanting to encourage this behavior. His penis was still wet both from his own seed and from her own juices.
Monroe opened his mouth and let his teeth nibble at the claw. It was nowhere near enough to cause damage, but the gentle bite sent a feeling of pleasure and pain to the woman.
“Fuck.” She practically moaned out. “Get your ass on the table. Now.”
There was clear desire in her tone, and Monroe was plenty happy to see what she had in mind. He did as was told, laying his back down on the desk. Nebula crawled on top of him, and he was expecting her to sit down on his throbbing dick. To his shock and delight she moved further up, until her crotch was hovering above her. While a good amount had leaked out some of his cum reminded, lined the quivering hole with pearls of white. She did not bother with any warning, and it was just the way Monore liked it. Instinctively he took a breath, getting a mouthful of the smell of their sex mixed together. She sat fully on his face, immediately grinding her hips to lay herself fully on him. The rat’s hand shot to the woman’s ass, fingers digging early into the soft supple flesh. This only drove her further.
Monroe licked at her, not caring if his tongue lapped up his own semen. In fact the knowledge he was doing so turned him on more. He could feel his dick twitch with excitement, the dirtiness of it all driving him wild. He expanded his tongue as far as it was able to go, exploring every inch of the woman’s artificial vagina. He loved the taste of his salty cum and her nectar. Had he not known any better he would think it was real.
Nebula moved up, letting the man get a gulp of air before lowering herself again. She pawed at her own tits, squeezing her nipples and kneading the breasts themselves. Throwing her head back and letting a lusty moan, she finally got up. She couldn't take it anymore and lowered her position to sit on his dick. It slid in very easily, as her vagina was very well lubricated. The eagle was insatiable, putting her hands on either side of the rat’s head as she thrust her body up and down to bounce on his dick. Monroe bit his lip, the pleasure almost overwhelming. With great delight he could feel that her juicy ass was bouncing hard enough to graze his balls.
He couldn't take much more, he needed to finish soon. Monroe rolled, grabbing the eagle so she would now be on the bottom. Relentlessly he pounded into her.
“I bet you wish you could get me pregnant, right?” Samantha sounded out between moans. “Knock me up and see me with a big baby bump.”
This only made Monroe go even faster. Samantha writhed, knocking over stationary and some electronic equipment. Neither could notice or care, too lost in each other to see the world around him.
The eagle gave one last cry before screaming out. “Think I’ll lay an egg like a bird or live birth like a rat?”
With that Monroe let out a deep primal yell as he thrust one last time, going as deep as he was able and depositing as much into the woman as he was able. While he knew there was no chance of actual pregnancy the very idea drove him completely wild.
“God, you're so good.” He sputtered out, any later sentences being beyond his pleasure fried brain. He let himself linger for a moment and enjoyed the sensation of still being inside her. Eventually he got up and on shaky legs he stood up. He started to move to get some paper towels to clean the two off, but was stopped dead in his tracks as a familiar claw grabbed his leg.
“Only cumming twice? No way can you focus on work like that.” Samantha breathed heavily, she spun on the table, using her feathered hand to grab at the rat’s tail. She pulled just hard enough to hurt a little. The eagle opened her beak wide, diving between the rodents ass cheeks.
His mouth contorted into a foolish looking ‘O’ shape as the bird's tongue lapped and licked at his hole. While his legs were lacking in strength he forced himself to stay upright, this excitement filling him with newfound strength. He bent forward, allowing the female more easy access to his rump. She reached around his hips and groped at him until she found his penis. Eagerly she started to pump at it. Monroe was a mess, sensation overwhelming him as all he could do was moan like a bitch in heat and run his fingers through his hair and across his face.
Samantha readjusted her beak moving it so the bottom now cupped at his testicles. She still kept lapping at his anus, the wet warm sensation feeling fantastic. Had the rat not just ejaculated he would have no doubt had cum again right now.
He looked down, seeing the beak over his balls gave him knowledge that if she so desired she could clamp down and end his time as a man. She wouldn’t but knowing that she could gave him a pang of danger that he loved. She started to add a twisting motion to her jerk off and this was enough to finally push the rat over the edge again. He moaned and writhed. His dick spurted a few more drops out, even his advanced labido could only produce so much cum in such a short time. It spilled out, landing in a small puddle between his legs.
Samantha pulled back, giving his behind a playful spank. “I expect you will be totally focused on work today.”
Monroe drove his luxurious car. It was the newest model hot off the line in Europe. The power and speed of it was much to the roden’s approval. He parked in front of Cyrus’ club, The Lair, and tossed his keys to the vellet. He fumbled to grab them, but took them and gingerly drove the vehicle to its parking spot. There was a line going all the way around the block to get into the club, the neon lights of the sign illuminating the night street. Even with the doors closed the thumping music could be heard. Monroe walked up to the bouncer, who took a double take upon seeing him.
“Sir, come right in.” He was an imposing man, a lizard of some kind and built like a brick house. Even if he was almost twice the size of the rodent he still stood up straight and opened the door for him. Monroe was blasted with the sound of dance music and his eyes needed to adjust to the flashing swirling lights. The smell of sweat, alcohol, and chemicals stung his nostrils. Still he walked through the Lair easily, as he had been here many times. It was set up by Cryus under his advice. The dragon made most of his money via mercenary work, cracking skulls as needed. He had done many jobs for the rodent when muscle was needed. Monroe advised the dragon to invest his money into property, and he created this night club. While he made good money from the legal front, most of his cash was earned with his partnership with Rat Bastard. High paying VIPs would get access to the hottest prostitutes and newest drugs. With Cyrus as a middle man the two were in a very profitable business.
Making his way to the VIP section of the club. It was sectioned off into some smaller rooms to allow privacy. He was greeted by the sight of Cryus lounging on a long leather couch. His feet were resting on the glass table in front of him. He chomped on a large cigar as it trailed a line of smoke to the ceiling. On either arm was a gazelle, one older in years and with mass in all the right places, the other was younger and more thin and lean.
“Monroe, how have you been?” The dragon asked, his voice booming even over the music. He moved his feet to the floor and stood. He had on a flashy dark silk suit, accenented with plenty of golden trim and accessories. His fingers practically glistened with diamonds and precious metals as he reached out to shake the rat’s hand.
“Been real good.” His eyes looked at the gazels. They had on matching outfits, skin tight red dresses that hugged their bodies and showed off every little detail. Monroe smiled, as he knew these two well. “Starlight and Sparkle.”
The two women gave a bow, leaning forward to initially give off a view of their cleavages. Starlight, the older of the two, was one of Monroe’s first working girls. He had helped her become one of the most desireable and well paid hookers in the city. He had gotten her pregnant and helped fund raising her daughter, Twilight. When she came of age she joined her mother in the profession and the two together formed the most sought after service in the whole city.
“Nothing but the best for my friends.” Cyrus said, with a smile. “These are my top girls and I know you love them especially.”
The women walked to either side of the rat, guiding him to sit across from the dragon. As he lounged he felt their hands dancing across his chest, their lips gently caressing his body.
Cyrus snapped his fingers, signaling for a cute slender male gecko to walk in, carrying a briefcase. He placed it on the table and gave a short bow to the black dragon.
“Get us some refreshments, I got a feeling that we will be needing them.” Cyrus said as he gave the gecko a smack on his ass.
With that the dragon took the cigar out of his mouth and stubbed it out onto his palm. It sizzled, but caused him no discomfort. It was a trick the dragon loved to pull, as sometimes it shocked people and he knew it would take a lot more heat than a cigar could provide to hurt him. He opened the case, revealing the contents to his friend. “An old friend from my fighting days cooked this up, calling it Swank. Hits like cocaine, but will let you down a lot more gently when it wears off. Best part is itll shoot your labido into overdrive.”
Inside the case were two small bags containing a purple powder. The rat leaned forward to eye them up. “Have you tried it yet?”
“Why do you think I called for refreshments. Youll be so busy fucking you wont remember drink some water.”
Monroe loved the sound of that.
“I got the staff on standby, so any guy, girl, or anything else you want just says the word and they will be here.”
The dragon made to draw out a line on the table, but the rat stopped him. “Why waste it on a glass top when we have two lovely ladies here.”
Cyrus arched a brow. “What do you mean?”
Monroe stood up, guiding the two women on either side of him to do so as well. He had his hands on the hips of the mother and daughter at the same time. “In Japan they have something called body sushi. You eat your food off of a beautiful person. We can do the same here.”
The dragon laughed, loving the idea. The women were eager to try it out, both disrobing so as to not get their dresses stained. They undressed slowly, knowing the eyes of both the men were upon them. The Daughter pretended to be shy, trying to cover up her naughty bits somewhat as she stripped. She knew men loved when she acted this way, them feeling like they shouldn't be watching added all the more thrill to things. Her body was thin and lithe, the patterns of her fur tantalizingly enticing the eye to glide across her form. She gave a cute smile as she removed her bra, revealing her perky breasts.
Her mother was much the opposite, her body was much thicker. Her ass wobbled and showed dimples even with her dress on. Her soft stomach moved along with her. While she was advanced in age she was much like a fine wine, her appearance showcasing every aspect loved in mature women. She was much more shameless, flaunting her body with confidence knowing how desirable she was. She removed her panties, letting it fall to one foot before she kicked it off and letting it land on Monroe’s face.
The rat took a deep sniff, enjoying the scent of womanhood. There was a reason these two were the most sought after. They could effortlessly put on whatever act they thought would best please the client, with one being shy and the other sultry. Or both shy or sultry. Or any other performance that was needed. They moved to the table, laying on it face down. Cyrus laid out a line of the purple powder on both women, each with one line on one of their butt cheeks. Monroe pulled out his wallet, rolling a pair of hundred dollar bills into tight tubes. Passing one to the dragon each man took a deep breath, sucking in the powder into their nose.
Monroe felt like he was hit with a lightning bolt, energy pumped through him all at once, making him feel like he could move mountains. His comfortable suit suddenly felt like it was made of pure clouds.
“Damn, this is the good shit.” He exclaimed, cleaning the loose bits of the drug from his nose.
“It's already working wonders.” Cyrus said, pointing to the rat’s crotch. He looked down seeing that his dick was already rock hard. The realization that he was horny as hell hit him all at once, and all he could then think of was pounding something. Taking off his pants as fast as he was able, he hopped on and slid his throbbing member between the fat cheeks of the mother.
The next few moments were a blur, every sensation the rat experienced was heightened so a gentle caress felt like a shot of pure pleasure. I felt like he was easily swapping positions on him, from doggystyle with the daughter to a titjob from the mother.
Next he was trying his best to hold still while Cyrus put a nice line of Swank onto his still hard dick. The dragon used his scaled hand to hold the member steady as the women put their noses up to his penis to try to inhale as much as possible. With that they too lost any inhibitions and joined Monroe in his sex fueled frenzy. They no longer bothered with their acts and just wanted a hunk of man meat inside them, which Monroe was more than happy to oblige.
Monroe was exhausted. between the morning, the office, and the drugs at the club he was spent. He had to get one of his men to drive him home as he needed to just relax in the back seat. He made his way up to his penthouse and what he saw revitalized him. Nebula was rubbing the feet of his wife, Helen, she was laying on a couch. She had been saying that her feet were swelling up due to her pregnancy. She was showing it, with a baby bump the size of a bowling ball.
“Darling!” She shouted excitedly. She moved to get up to greet her husband, but he hurried over instead so she could stay sitting. “You look like you've had quite the day.”
Monroe took off his jacket, tossing it on a nearby table. His cigars and matches were laid out nearby. He had to smile, even when taking care of his wife Nebula found time to set that up for him. He reached into his wallet, taking a hundred dollar bill from it and striking a match to light up the bill. It took after a moment, and he used that to light up his cigar. He took a deep breath of the Cuban taste and put out the bill and match.
“Cyrus has a new product for us. Once you give birth you have got to try it.”
Just the mention of it caused Helen to rub her belly. She was almost nude, wearing only a fur trimmed bathrobe. While she was Monroe’s wife she was also his mother. She looked much like the crime boss, only more advanced in age and with her hair being straight.
Chomping on his cigar to hold it in place Monroe once more reached into his walled, not caring how much he grabbed but happy it was a lot. He walked over to Nebula. “You've been great, take the rest of the week off and get yourself something nice.”
He emphasized this by reaching down the front of his apron to deposit the money, taking time to make sure his hand groped at the maid’s crotch. The horse bit his lip before smiling and getting up. Monroe took his place, sitting on a stool opposite to his mother. While he was sure that Nebula was a better massage artist he knew his way around a foot.
As the horse made for the door it opened again, revealing a new rodent in his early twenties.
“Master Sasha.” Nebula gave a short curtsy. “Your dress has been cleaned of all stains as you requested.”
“Thanks! I thought it was done for.”
“It's one of your favorites so I took great care.” With that the horse walked out.
Sasha gave a wave goodbye then a wave hello to his family. “Mommy, Daddy!” He stood a head shorter than his father, and was the spitting image of him in his younger years. In addition his frame was a bit smaller, and it was accentuated by the lavish and flowing dress he was wearing.
Monroe spared one hand from his task to wave back. “You've been gone for a while, where have you been?” His son partook in the family business and sometimes would go on long parties so it would be hard to guess which it had been.
The son gave a wide smile. “Well, I have an in with the president. And let's just say he had an ‘in’ with me.” He covered his mouth with his hand and gave a short giggle.
“The president.” Monroe was impressed as a crime boss knowing that he would be able to leverage the most powerful politician in the country, but mostly proud as a father that his son took such initiative. “Pull up a chair, I want to hear every little detail.”
