Pinki_Pie
Hi babe
how's that sexy trainer's bod doing today?
PhoenixKing1
Not bad
Had a hairdresser's appointment today
How do you feel about blondes?
Pinki_Pie
Ooh 3 3 3
LUV blondes all over
Did you… LOL
PhoenixKing1
Sorry Pinki_Pie
I'm groomed XD
PhoenixKing1
Saw the photos in In Style Magazine
I'm quite impressed
You have so much talent
PrincessCharming
Thanks
Yeah the photographer did a really great job
It was fun doing that place too
PhoenixKing1
You always were the best
I think I should enlist you
This place looks sooo outdated
Pinki_Pie
So how's about finally getting to that big meetup
Sugar Daddy LOL
PhoenixKing1
What do you say?
I could send you pics and some ideas
Or you could just come over
Have a look at the place and give me a price estimation
Pink_Pie
Daddy?
PhoenixKing1
Hey what happened to those pics you promised me?
I need to see some boobs
PrincessCharming
I'll take it into consideration
Super busy this weekend I'm afraid
I'll let you know
In the meantime, here are some more pics of my recent work
"Daddy? Daddy, I'm home!"
Ozai Duchamps quickly turned his phone upside down.
"Oh, hi Azula. How did the session go? Any talent in this brood?"
Staring down at her parent, splayed out shirtless on the living room couch, Azula grimaced slightly. Then, she shook her head.
"Nope. Not as far as I can tell. The best fighter's a blind disability case. You take it from there."
Ozai guffawed. "Ha ha, Azula! I bet you showed that bunch of failures what real fighting skills look like! Well done, daughter! Okay, so I assume you're in a hurry for your date. Now run on up and get ready. If you want to sleep over at Chan's place tonight, that's okay."
Unbinding her topknot, Azula frowned. "Don't… Don't you even want to know what happened, Daddy? I mean, there was a police officer there, trying to enter class undercover. And one of the students was missing. Dad? Daddy, are you listening?"
Ping!
Ping!
Turning to his phone, her parent was lost to the world. The world, and certainly to her. Shaking her head, Azula headed off upstairs in order to shower and get changed.
Staring at his iPhone screen, Ozai stroked the pink tipped curves of the twin globes slowly, with a low growl. The message of approval went off soon afterwards.
PhoenixKing1
Yes. Good girl. Now, send me another one. More underboob this time.
He tapped his phone again, just to encounter a set of photos featuring luxurious interiors of houses that had obviously never been lived in. A minor frown of disapproval wrinkled his brow.
Goddamn it, woman! Whatever in the Spirit World does it take for you to learn?
Withholding the response deliberately in displeasure, he waited. In roughly six minutes, there was a message.
PrincessCharming
Well, what do you think?
No answer. Ozai sipped his drink, examining his favourite online sites.
PrincessCharming
No? Well I'll get back to you with some more original suggestions. Have to go.
"Dad? What's the matter? Did something happen?"
Chilled to the core by the expression on her father's face, Azula placed her hand on his arm, regarding him in genuine worry. She was dressed in a short slinky red evening dress with matching lipstick, and wore her long black locks flowing freely over her shoulders. Her father's face froze up as he regarded her uncomprehendingly.
"What? What's that, Azula? Yes, of course I'm fine! Why do you even ask?"
"You look really angry, Dad…"
Shaking his head, he dismissed her with a gesture of disgust. "Just got another message from your uncle, Azula. He wants us to attend the Police Officer's Ball. I told him to forget it."
Azula's eyes widened. "But Dad! I really want to go! Chan will certainly be going. And so will… I mean I expect that…" She faltered.
Ping!
Ozai Duchamps' face lit up. Eyes glued to the screen, he stroked it fondly with his thumb.
"Never mind, Azula. You can meet Chan anytime you want. Now, off you go. By all means stay the night. Or return home by midnight. Just don't bother me. I'm busy."
Hitting the send button, he had his only daughter packing out the door.