"The Dark Angel:

By day, a beautiful girl, with a calm and serene face, wearing cute and well-behaved clothes. By night, a wild woman, with a hot and sexy look, who leaves all men on fire just by looking at her"

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On the screen, present in a meeting room, the advertisement was displayed. There were many men present at the local, evaluating whether or not that advertisement would go to the site.

The site was about dominant women. A man (or woman) pays one of them to dominate him, beat him up, or do something BDSM-related. The site was famous, had many "collaborators" and many viewers who watched the free videos on the site.

The advertisement on the screen was about one of the biggest dominatrix of that site: Dark Angel, or Bridgett Yvette for intimates. The "model" in the video was doing sexy and provocative poses.

In the first part, Bridgett had light makeup on; in a long, water-green skirt that goes down to the calf; and finally, she wore a beige high-collared coat. Her hair was down and had a messy fringe, which gave an air of youth to the woman in the video.

In the second part of the ad, Bridgett wore a leather outfit, very small panties; she wore boots that reached above the knee; and a very small bra that just covers the nipple. The woman still wore gloves and a leather choker. Her hair, in this part of the ad, was tied up in a high bun.

The men in that place judged the poses, the advertising, the close-ups, and the background music. Some said that the poses had to be more provocative, others that the close-ups were not good, others that the music was not pleasant... Anyway, those men argued about it for a long time.

Luckily that they reached a consensus: they would put the advertisement on the site. If she was well-received, would leave on the website. If it is poorly received, they will redo it.

"Right! Meeting's over," the company president said, clapping his hands twice.

So everyone at the table left. Both left for their homes and others went to do other services. However, a man present there rose but did not leave. On the contrary, he went to the president of the company (and website owner).

"What do you want, Mr. Smith?"

"The poster girl... I wonder if she has any services scheduled for today"

"I'll get in touch with her" the owner chuckled "Didn't know you liked being dominated, Mr. Smith"

"I don't like it, I want is to dominate her. See that sexy face being submissive to me... Just imagining it I get turned on..." he makes a naughty face and blushes as he says that last sentence.

"Look, they're paid to dominate you, not to be dominated. I don't think that would work..."

"It doesn't matter. , get in touch with her. The rest leave to me"

"Okay..." the president chuckles.

So Addam Smith leaves the office and leaves the president alone in the room. So, the company owner takes his cell phone. He looks up a name in his contacts and clicks on one, making a call:

"Yes, boss. Need something?" a female voice answers. It was Bridgett Yvette, the woman who practically fills that simple man's pocket with money.

"Yes. Look, Bridgett, a man is wanting to get in touch with you, his name is Addam Smith, the owner of the company that helped us with the soundtrack of the advertisement "

"(Addam Smith ....)" Bridget knew that name from somewhere.

In fact, she knew that name very well. She wouldn't think of meeting that man anytime soon, but it seems that fate was helping her in her revenge.

It so happens that that man left her in a forest, in the middle of nowhere, to die. If not for her master, Karina Williams, who taught her all about men, the world of BDSM, and how t, o be a beautiful dominatrix, she could still be at rock bottom, living in misery, or maybe she could be dead.

However, the dominatrix was surprised by the fact that he doesn't recognize her. Maybe it's because she changed her hair, gained more body due to plastic surgery or makeup that enhanced her beauty. She didn't know, but she would take advantage of that.

"Okay, send me his number and I'll get in touch with this man myself..."

"Okay, I'll send it to you on Whatsapp"

"Perfect, anything calls me"

Then the two said their goodbyes and Bridgett hung up the phone.

In her apartment, the dominatrix went to a window she has in the living room and observed the city. The place was very modern, had many buildings, restaurants, and malls.

"Ah, Addam... How good to get in touch with you again... Now you'll bitterly regret leaving me in that forest, you'll regret destroying my family, you'll regret everything you've done to me..."

After saying those words, Bridgett lit a cigarette and took a few puffs, relaxing with the smell of nicotine that permeated the environment.