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Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 4 Chapter 123/9: ????
🕑 Added 2022-08-21 23:43:53 +0000 UTCQuick showers were, in fact, quickly completed as we washed the worst of the smell off our bodies. We no longer stank of sex and sweat, and I began packing my bag just after the bell rang. Alex and Tracy were dressing as quickly as possible, and I dressed after them. "See you later," I called out as Alex reached the door. Tracy followed her out, and I finished buttoning up my school uniform, then throwing on my vest of weights a couple of seconds later and moved quickly down the halls.
I paid little attention as the final kids walked into their rooms. With my long legs and fast pace, I arrived much to my pleasure at the same time as the teacher. They looked at me with a disapproving gaze until I quickly apologized, "Sorry, I needed to wash my hair since I got too sweaty," I told her as I entered the classroom before her, "I didn't want to stink up the classroom with my smell." I finished telling her.
"Yeah, Dickgirl, Don't stink up the classroom with your stink." Someone suddenly called out from somewhere in the classroom, and my head whipped toward the sound of the voice. Anger boiled in my blood, and I heard a number of chuckles around the room. A snarl unintentionally reached my lips, and I couldn't stop myself.
"Who the fuck said that?" I loudly asked over the chuckles.
The chuckles ended immediately, and a sober mood went over the classroom. No one spoke up at first as I looked around, but I saw a guy blushing from the general direction. "It was Marcus," Sarah suddenly said, pointing out the guy that was blushing.
Marcus's blush turned a deep red as he realized he had just been called out. "Sarah, you bitch," Marcus said.
"Fuck you, Marcus," Sarah said with fire in her veins. "You can't even fess up to being an asshole in the middle of class. Pussy!" Sarah called him out, and his blush deepened as he wasn't willing to fess up to being an asshole.
Sarah and Marcus were about to go at it, but I was already crossing the room toward him. My hand slammed down on the desk, making both of them stop, and I heard, "Angela, Sit down; we can address this later," The teacher said.
"I will say my piece quickly, then it can be settled," I told her while anger was burning through me. "Marcus," I said so the whole class could hear, "You are a coward and a pussy ass bitch that couldn't find his cock with the fucking Hubble telescope that NASA uses, let alone a magnifying glass. Next time you think you should say something to me, you can stand up like a fucking man and say it or sit down like the fucking pussy you are and keep your comments to yourself. Understood?" I finished and stepped back as the class looked at me open-mouthed. I moved to my desk and sat down.
The teacher was surprised watching me and didn't seem to know what to do. I began pulling out books, and suddenly the class burst into chuckles. "Everyone quiet!" The teacher finally pounced on the situation. "Marcus, Next time, keep your comments to yourself. Angela," She paused for a second, "Don't do that again." She said after a moment of thought. I looked at the teacher in response for a second, holding eye contact before turning and pulling out my notebooks for class.
The class took a couple of extra minutes to start, but the teacher finally got down to it. I began taking notes and was listening with slight anger, underlining my thoughts. I needed to calm down as I humiliated Marcus back for the same humiliation. My mind was having trouble moving on as I wanted to do more to him. That wouldn't be proportional in any way, though, and I quietly sighed as I continued to work to take notes. Soon the lesson ended, and she handed out some assignments; as I heard it, I frowned. It was due at the end of the damn week, and it was going to be a project.
At least it was nothing earth-shattering that would take a month or something and told us to do it in a week. She even told us that she would provide a day in class to work on it in the library tomorrow to make up for Monday. I heard a lot of murmuring that we should have at least a weekend, but I didn't care. I instantly began to work on it and started preliminary research needed. It was on a topic that I at least already knew about.
It would probably take me a day to get everything together and another to finish the assignment. I lost myself in research as the teacher allowed us to start working on it.
Suddenly I got a text as I used my phone to research along with my textbook. I read it, and I frowned.
Becky: Pual and I will be heading your way. We both forgot to ask if you are better available on Tuesday or Wednesday. Are you available today at lunch?
Reading it, I remembered that I forgot to ask myself. It was just a week after the first meeting, and I thought it would be the meeting next week, so I made sure I kept it free. But none of us, I believe, explicitly made the appointment, I thought. That was an oversight.
I quickly began to text her my reply before getting back to the assignment.
Anglea: I set aside my lunch for today. Tell me when you get here, and I will join you as soon as possible.
My reply was simple, and I cursed myself lightly for forgetting that I didn't need to make myself lunch. I got back to working on things, and the bell rang shortly afterward. I started packing my things and heading out when the teacher stopped me. "Got a moment, Angela?" The teacher asked.
I saw Sarah standing at the door, looking at me almost like a lost puppy. "Thanks, Sarah, for earlier," I told her before turning to the teacher, "If you got a late note for me, then yes, I do have time," I replied.
The teacher smiled and handed me a note as the rest of the class emptied, "Yes, That is your note. Now tell me why you felt the need to humiliate Marcus?" The teacher told me her expression turned serious.
"You heard him mock me for telling you the reason why I was late," I told the teacher. "I have put up with varying comments for years from everyone, and no teacher stopped it, including you." I told her seriously, "Well, I will no longer allow them. Period."
The teacher looked surprised at that before her expression turned serious again. "Do you want to visit the principal about this?" She said, and I noticed a slight blush on her cheeks.
"Nope, but if we do, I will drag you and Marcus there," I replied. I twirled the note in my fingers for a second and asked, "Is there anything else?"
The teacher was blushing now and didn't say anything, so I walked out of the classroom. The teacher didn't try to stop me from leaving, which spoke about her intelligence. I moved through the sparsely populated hallway just as the bell rang. Before reaching my next class, I moved through the hall at my own pace. The door was closed, and I knocked lightly. A second later, my second-period teacher looked annoyed until I handed her the note.
I moved passed the teacher and sat down, pulling out my things again as the teacher began their lesson. I got to work and sighed as the room seemed to have a deep dampener on it compared to my first class. I felt the depressive mood of everyone around as I took notes. Either Stanley was still affecting a portion of the population at school, or something else came up that I didn't know about.
To me, it didn't matter. After releasing some emotions, I felt more and more justified with the phone call to the police about that drunk driver, that was probably Stanley. I didn't want to think more about it either, as the students around me seemed more affected. The teacher didn't seem to care as they continued the lesson and seemed more annoyed they had lost a day of lessons that had been planned.
Without the added drama or an assignment, though, the class felt much quicker, and I smiled. I felt I got a text just before the bell rang. I started packing my bag quickly. It didn't take me long, and I pulled my phone out as everyone from class filtered out of the classroom. I moved with everyone as I put my heavy backpack on my back. I still wore the weights as I moved out of the classroom. I felt a text buzz from my phone, and I couldn't help but smile. I pulled out my phone and read the text from Becky.
Becky: We are outside in a White SUV. See you soon,
The text was simple and to the point, although I couldn't help but be curious why they were driving a different car. That didn't matter, though, and I quickly walked out of the school. The White SUV was easy to see, but I didn't see Becky in it, but I saw Paul in the driver's seat. I walked up to it quickly, waving at Pual, who waved back and then pointed with his thumb into the backseat.
I smirked and walked up to the passenger side back door, which was tinted. I opened it up to see Becky wearing some jeans and a low-cut T-shirt. It was much less professional, and I felt it was weird how she was fidgeting in her seat as I entered the car. "Hey Cumdump," I said, making her blush as I settled in, and I looked in the mirror to see Pual rolling his eyes.
"Hey, Not right now, girl," Paul said seriously, "We have a business, and you can mess around with Becky later."
I nodded, and I took to put on my seatbelt. Paul immediately took us out of the parking lot and drove down the street. "What is that vest?" He asked, "It doesn't fit your clothing at all."
"It has nothing to do with fashion," I replied as I looked at Becky, who looked out of place right now. "It is for my fitness. It's a weighted vest that I can change the weights. Right now, I am carrying eighty pounds under my breasts."
Paul looked surprised, "Holy shit, Girl!" He exclaimed, looking at me briefly in the mirror as I began to let my hand slip over to Becky's side of the car. "You must be seriously fit!"
"I like to think I am. You should try working out with me one time. I will be seriously impressed if you can keep up with me," I replied with a smile as my hand reached Becky's leg. I slowly stroked her thigh slightly, smiling as she didn't flinch.
Becky was still being her usual self that I didn't quite understand. It was like when it came to me; she was completely different compared to when she was with her husband and without him. I could tell from her actions that she genuinely cared for him even as she treated him like a curse. It was such an interesting contrast that I had no idea how to deal with it.
"We are here," Paul said, still overemphasizing certain parts of the words.
I got out and noticed the place was a little nicer than usual. "I picked a place with a private area so we can talk," Paul said as he saw my confusion. "Here we also don't have to bother others with, 'Wow, someone in slurping noodles loudly,' type bullshit," Paul said, his tone sassy.
I couldn't help but laugh as we headed toward the restaurant. Becky was a little flushed but caught up quickly as I noticed she was wearing converse shoes. As she finished catching up, I walked with her, and I noticed something was odd about her pants. The zipper seemed like it might be a bit longer than normal. I wasn't sure, and I wasn't about to look down at her hips for that long. But then I also noticed the laptop bag on one side as she walked.
We reached the doors quickly anyway, and Paul held open the door for the both of us. Becky and I walked in and smiled as a hostess greeted us. "Hello, May I ask how many are at your party today?" Her expression showed a polite smile.
Paul came in and smiled at the woman, "Yes, I have a reservation for a private room under the name Paul." He said with a smile. The woman looked at us for a second and nodded.
"Sure," She said, looking down at the podium and smiling, "Yes, we have our private room set aside for you. Please, Follow me." the Hostess told us, and we quickly followed her. Seconds later, after going through a relatively small hallway, we arrived at a private room. She opened a double door, and inside was a nice booth. There was some space before the room for various things as we entered, and she showed us another polite smile. "This is our private room." she began, "Perfect for private meetings, and I assure you a waitress will be with you momentarily." She said and grabbed a menu from behind the door. Four of them came out, and she set three of them on the table, leaving with the last.
The Hostess closed the doors behind herself, and I smiled as Paul took a seat, and I got in next on the opposite side. Paul being smart or deliberately teasing Becky, sat on the edge while I placed my backpack down to the side before I scooted into the booth, leaving a spot for Becky to sit. I smiled mischievously at her, and she took her seat.
"Amazes me that Becky is like this around you, Angela," Paul said, shaking his head. "But forget all of that," He said, tone serious, "We have a lot to go over and not a lot of time to talk."
"You are correct. Actually," I said, turning to Becky, "Can you grab my backpack for me so I can grab my lunch?" The words I said made it a question. The tone made it an order.
Becky nodded and reached down and passed me my backpack. I opened it up and pulled out my lunch. "I made it while half-forgetting about this meeting," I told Paul when suddenly a yawn left my mouth without thought. "I was up a little late last night, and my brain isn't working perfectly."
"Okay," Paul said, "Girl, you need to get more sleep, though," He told me admonishingly. "Now-"
A small knock cut Paul off on the doors before a woman, probably just older than me, came in. "Hello, I am Kelly, your waitress for today. I hope that I didn't interrupt anything important." She said with a polite smile.
"We were just about to start, please," Paul said with a wave of his hand and opened up the menu, "I would like a salad to start with something fun to drink, but make sure the alcohol content is low as I have to drive," Paul said.
"I will take a salad too with a pitcher of water," I said with a smile as I had my bag in front of me with my food. Sill a Salad sounded nice.
"I will have a salad as well and something fun. Oh, and if you have it make it a chicken caesar." Becky said, joining us. "For a drink," Becky's voice trailed off, and I felt like messing with her. My hand dove toward her crotch, and Becky's body jumped a little in surprise, but the waitress didn't seem to notice.
"Perfect!" Kelly said, "Are you thinking about anything else?" Kelly asked.
"Unfortunately, this will be a working lunch," I told Kelly, "We need to get down to it."
Kelly nodded and departed. "Don't worry about paying. I have this, and I will get Samantha to pay for the room. But Becky pulls out the work," Paul said, "We don't have too much time."
Becky pulled out the laptop and opened it up, and Paul took it quickly and started to open some programs. Meanwhile, I opened up my lunch and pulled out a fork. I began eating, and I lightly moaned with the calorie intake.
I started to eat while Paul finished setting things up quickly, and he smiled, "So I took off with the dice Idea," Paul suddenly began. I nodded as he continued, "So what I was thinking of for the business cards and things like that is a simple old font M for Mistress and F for Futanari. This is simple, but only those in the know would know it means Mistress Futanari. As for the other two sides of the dice, I decided against anything other than numbers after some thought. Do you happen to have numbers that are important to you?"
"This is for the business card?" I asked.
"Yeah," Paul replied, and I shrugged.
"What about the address to Samantha's business or the last four numbers to call the shop?" I replied, and Paul looked in thought.
"That is an interesting thought," Paul replied, "A little impersonal, to be honest, but also good business." He replied and nodded to himself. "Okay, Girl, I will try it out this way. Now it comes to the dice for tattoos, even temp tattoos I thought they could order to help customers who enjoyed their experience to feel closer." Paul said, and I raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" I asked, "I thought I would only allow my women to have a tattoo personalized to them."
"I mean, what you do will make some of the people you dominate feel closer to you than they really are. Money isn't a factor in this, and it wouldn't be bad to have some temporary tattoos or even intimate clothing merch for those interested.
"Seriously," I asked as my fork paused halfway to my mouth. "I think that is a little weird, and wouldn't the customer base be too small for that? Don't you have to sell to a much wider audience for that to be worth designing?"
Paul's eyes widened, "You're right, but the temp tattoos and panties wouldn't be bad. Some of the other Mistresses have this, and they sell lightly, but for the returning customers, it means a lot." Paul replied smiling, "You are right, though, that this is only more viable if you find you found a larger audience for which I am sure there would be a market." Paul finished, "You look good, Angela." Paul said, "Honestly, I think what you got going on right now is what is best for you, but if you wanted to make it big on the internet, I think you could."
I didn't know if that was a compliment, but it felt like it was. I smiled at Paul, "Thank you; I believe that I could as well," I replied, "I think for now and probably in the future that I will keep going with this. I like privacy and that I get to dominate rich people for a nice amount of cash. I feel that the connections are more than worth the internet fame. Plus, I want to be an Olympian," I told him seriously, "If I start to show actual porn on the internet, it may interfere with those plans."
Paul nodded and looked at the design of the dice. He had it in white and black and turned to me, "What about the color?" Paul asked, going back to the design.
"I like the black for something more personal, and I am thinking the white for the business card maybe. Make black the background with white dice, whereas the Black dice are for tattoos and the actual dice I will have in the room," I replied, and suddenly a yawn ripped through me. I took a second to finish the yawn and leaned back, "That is my thoughts on this matter."
"Okay, I will start making some final drawings," Paul said before pausing, "You want to see the card designs that I have?" He asked.
"Umm, Do you have some time tonight after work?" I asked just as the door was knocked on.
"Hello, your drinks and Salads are ready," Kelly, our waitress, said. We stopped, and I saw Paul hit the show desktop button.
"Thank you," I replied as she started to set down our food. She noticed the lunch that I had set out but did not say anything. I looked at the salad with a smile as it was a large portion, and Paul took his food and drink with a smile, also saying his thanks, with Becky following up as she got her food and drink.
"Thank you again," Paul continued after a second, "Can you please not disturb us for the short term? Do you have some way for us to page you if we need you?" he asked politely.
"Absolutely," Kelly said, leaving a remote on the table, "Press the button on this, and I will come as soon as I am available. Please, Enjoy your meal!" She finished and departed, closing the door.
"So that is about the summary of it, and I have some Tattoo designs that add semen dripped atop to show you. Tell me what you think!" Paul said excitedly and showed me a pair of dice with the M and F in an old font. The other ones I knew were designed to show Becky, though, and I turned to see Becky blushing as she saw it. The first die was the M with a key followed by a whip. I could instantly see the symbolism; it had semen dripping down from it. The F was the fancy old font and followed by three sperm tadpoles, then a dumpster. I couldn't help but have my smile grow before I turned to Becky.
"I love it; I would love to see it on something in person," I said while staring right into her eyes, making absolutely no question that I was talking about Becky having the tattoo put on her. I watched her blush deepen as I watched her, but she didn't move, and I knew this would be a conversation done in private with her.
I turned back, and Paul had a wry smile, "So I am thinking variations of this for those that choose plus a custom one that can be ordered for a fee with for the temporary tattoos for those who want it. Does that work for you?" Paul asked.
I nodded, "That works for me," I said, "Is there anything else on that?" I curiously asked.
"I am glad to have your approval. I will show it to Samatha tonight, and now it is Becky's turn to show you the room that she has designed." Paul said, leaning back. "Just a heads up, though, Angela," Paul said, gathering my attention, "I don't mind you flirting and messing with Becky. We are friends, after all, not lovers or married." Turning to her, he said, "But do respect their marriage. We fought years to get the right to marry in this country, and I just wanted to remind you of that."
I raised an eyebrow at him for a moment holding his gaze before I nodded. Although I couldn't personally understand why he wanted to make that point didn't mean I couldn't respect it. "Okay, I never pushed myself into their marriage, though."
Becky nodded to Paul, "She might not understand our marriage, Paul, but neither do you," Becky told him with a smile.
"Fair enough," Paul said, throwing his hands up, "I don't know what you do in your private life. I just wanted to make my simple point."
"I respect your point, and although I don't understand, my Cumdump's marriage doesn't stop me from dumping a load into her." I paused for a moment in my reply and smiled sadistically, "And punishing him if need be."
"I'm done; I don't need to hear more about my friend's sex life," Paul said.
"Okay, now back to business!" I said as Becky took the laptop and started to change the open program closing the pictures of the dice for a tattoo.
I ate while I waited for Becky to finish setting it up, and it didn't take too long, although Becky had some time to eat herself. On the other hand, I devoured my salad before returning to my preprepared dinner.
Becky pulled up a room with a wall through it and, on one side, looked almost spooky how desolate and bare it was. The room was meant to be sterilized after each use and was a punishment room. The floors were not concrete, but there was a drain too, and the other side was a lovely dark room with a bed as a center with a weight machine for overall fitness. I looked all over, seeing mirrors around the room and the dark colors blending to hide the size of everything.
"First is the punishment side," Becky said, introducing it as I finished the last of my food, starting to feel stuffed. "The floor is rubber. Although nicer on the knees of your customers, it is much easier to clean, making it look a little more foreboding with the drain in the center. Some might not like it, but that doesn't matter as the cleaning will be easier overall with some substances which will probably fall on it. This room has hooks on the ceiling and a pully system for chains and whips." Becky turned to me, "If you want them hidden, let me know, or if you want them even more obvious, that works too. I have a hidden system inside your bedroom that is well hidden by a lever that will be built into a cabinet."
I finished my food and put it to the side, and without pause, as I listened, I brought my hand towards Becky's crotch as she continued, "The mirrors a press and open cabinets," Becky said as my hand reached her pants and I slowly unzipped her pants. Becky paused only momentarily before continuing. "The bed has a set of mirrors above it, and curtains hide the chains above the clearing. In the corner, there is a special order Bowflex with increased resistance tension. This will allow for both greater weight, and you can use it as a Saint Andrews cross if you wish to bind someone."
"Wait, what?" I asked, surprised at the last things as I finished unzipping the crotch of her pants.
Becky didn't pause this time, and my finger dove in to find no fabric stopping me from finding her pussy. "I got a special order set where the resistance is increased that they plan to bring out limitedly. The tension on the highest will be taller than average and hare two hundred pound resistance a piece. That means that most of your customers will be restrained there. It's not perfect, but it will give the customers a more ghetto vibe."
"I like it," I replied as I let my hand dive into the depths of her pants, and I moved my body closer while my fingers began to outline her pussy. "I like the wood edging, and the tables seemed to almost blend into the background unless you change the angle at which you are looking. The amount of storage must be immense. I think the only thing I am wondering is if there are larger equipment like a Pillory and other fun larger equipment that can come down with a simple movement that is normally hidden."
My fingers began to feel how moist her pussy had gotten, and I paused only for a second to plunge them in. Becky moaned lightly, and Paul sighed, "Look, I am going to the bathroom." He said, "I will take that time to pay as well. You have twenty minutes to finish everything."
Paul shook his head and left, and I turned to Becky. "I think I can, but it will have to be specially commissioned. Other than that, how do you like the room."
I looked at the room and reviewed it while my finger plunged into the depths of her wet cunt. I felt her pussy walls tremble as I looked over, thinking.
The room on the screen had one main entrance. There was a Dark black wall that seemed to eat the light right when you entered that blended into the wall. It was meant to hide the room instead of showing it off. It was the punishment room with a black floor but bare wooden walls with chains hanging off the roof. A single square bracket in the center with a drain off to the sides. The bracket was meant to have something fit into it to hold it tightly against the floor. Nothing in that room was supposed to be permanent, and everything was supposed to be brought in. It would leave the captive believing that they were abandoned while I took my time locating and thinking about what I wanted to do with them.
My cock throbbed with the thoughts of what I could do to anyone inside that room. The Main bedroom, though, was something of a Dark dwelling that seemed to swallow light. It didn't look tight, though, as the Mirrors increased the size of the room, and every wall but the wall to the left of the entrance was paneled with dark brown wood. The wood was storage and seemingly shelves that could hold things for me. Anyone on their knees wouldn't even be able to see where I picked things up from as I moved around since the Mirrors were slightly higher, but the black lining just under it seemed to hide it from sight. The entire room was storage and mirrors to increase how big the room felt.
I loved the darkness and everything seemed to blend in with the bed being draped in Dark red. Still, I thought about something and couldn't help but ask. "What would this room look like in a dark red?"
Becky smiled and pressed it, and it changed. The Dark blood red was the main feature making the room seem much classier. The wood turned into a dark black stein that seemed to blend into everything, making it all look so good. I loved it, and the Black Bowflex seemed a little out of place near the front door, but the Punishment room looked foreboding. The punishment room didn't change at all with this scheme, and I loved it. I loved everything about it, and the Black bed was perfect for fun.
"The Mirrors can be blocked, making the room seem more closed in, and the Blood-red curtains cover the chains around the room. I have talked to a couple of contractors, and I want to surprise you with how much they can do. Samantha has used them before, and I trust that you will love the results. Did I make your space perfect for you?" Becky asked, and I pulled out my fingers from her pussy.
I looked at the table and saw that her food was done, and her drink was empty. I pushed her out of the booth without thought, and Becky fell to the floor. I hurried out of the booth, and I looked down at her. "It's missing the M and the F in it, but the rest is approved after you show me where you plan on putting it," I told her as my cock throbbed. "For now," I pushed aside my panties, "It's time for your reward, Cumdump."
The sudden change seemed, and I wasn't waiting. Becky stood, and I could see the excitement on her face. "Turn around slut, and shut the fuck up. I need to bust a load, and your pussy is missing something." I continued. Becky only barely finished standing when I forced her to turn around. I pushed her face onto the table, and my hand reached down to her zipper, and I brought it all the way around up to the waist splitting her pants open around her ass crack. Her pussy came into view, and I didn't pause. I didn't care what happened next as I pinned her body against the table and lined my cock up to her pussy.
It was going to be my own space in colors that I loved. My cock penetrated Becky's pussy, and I heard her moan before I shoved every inch into her pussy, then penetrated her womb. Her moan was loud, and I loved it. I pulled back and began to roughly fuck her pussy with my hips slapping her ass hard. The slaps resounded in the private room, and Becky pushed her laptop aside as she brought her hands to her mouth.
We were running light on time, and I felt her wet folds tightening on my cock as I trusted into her amazing dumpster of a pussy; I felt her pussy trembling as I roughly and quickly fucked her cunt for more than it could handle. Her muffled cries of pleasure as I took her harder and harder with each thrust soon filled the room and only got me to thrust harder and faster as I felt the pleasure reach my head.
My Cumdump let out a muffled cry, and I felt her cunt spasm all over my cock as I reached my peak. I didn't stop, and I took my pleasure from her cunt and let out a low moan, "Take it," I said under my breath, and I felt the semen come from my balls and deep into Becky's cum dump of a womb. I felt my load releasing into her unprotected womb without stopping flooding the inside with potential children that I had been deliberately not thinking about.
Cumdump moaned as I filled her, and I moaned with my release trying to stay quiet as I filled her amazing cumdumpster of a pussy.
I finished quickly and pulled my cock out, letting a little semen out on her ass without realizing it. I pulled her off the table, oblivious of the world around me, and forced her to turn around and suck my cock. I moaned as she sucked the semen out of my cock, and I pushed her off, knowing I couldn't go another round. "Time to go," I said and stepped back from the quickie we just had in this private room. I turned, and my eyes widened.
"What the fuck did I just witness?" Kelly, our waitress, said.
Comments
Mr.Tiemos
The only thing that I could think of that’s unclear would be what Angela wants for Becky to add in regards to the ‘M’ and ‘F’, but that’s something she needs to explain to Becky later. Font, coloring, size, framing, position; there’s a lot to think about, especially if it’s going to essentially be her in-shop logo
Madjic
Hey guys, Sorry this took a little longer than I wanted. Honestly, let me know if there is something unclear as I thought I made it clear, but I can also picture what I am saying. If it isn't clear, I will come back and edit. Also, I would love Chapter title names if you can think of one. I could only think of Private Room as a chapter name. Otherwise, Enjoy!
