The Supreme Satanic System

...I will start my studies from this mark on your behind. And you can study mine from whatever region you want." Bobby winked and approached her.

"You, you, you, stop spouting nonsense!" Scarlette Chanel pointed her finger, stammering over a bit. "I don't know what the hell you are talking about?"

"Eh, don't you think it's too late to deny having it? As a matter of fact, you have already been busted, girl." Bobby said, chuckling. "Alright-alright, I shall convince you of something more. Umm, the mark is sort of like in the shape of a blooming sunflower. Oh, and truth be told, it's sexy and more appealing to me. So, you…"

Scarlette Chanel shut his mouth with her hand. "Can you please stop there? I don't really like you talking about my ass. It really creeps me out." She then realized something, and asked suspiciously, "Have you been spying on me whole this time?"

Bobby remained quiet, beaming.

"Who the hell are you, Bobby Bradford?..." Scarlette Chanel further questioned after a minute, "Are you a stalker?"

"Do you really believe I'm stalking and spying over you for something so trifle like that? I'm a busy man and also a newbie here." Bobby continued while tugging her shirt lightly. "I'm not the type of guy who would go spying over some lady's dressing room. Believe me, if I happen to like to see you naked right now, then I would simply tear all of your clothes right now."

"Shameless!" Scarlette Chanel complained and threatened him while pouting cutely."Why is everything that comes out of your mouth so filthy? Argh! Fine, I'll send your first assignment over to your office soon. So, just get out of here before I lose my control and hurt you again."

"Fine, babe, I'll excuse myself then," Bobby then leaned over and whispered in her ear. "but, have you already decided about our previous offer? Don't take it the wrong way, but I really like to study your body."

"Argh!" Scarlette Chanel howled, clenched her right hand tight, and fisted toward him lightly. "Pervert, you wanna die in my hand."

Bobby was well prepared for such a reaction from her. So he scuttled backward, hastily avoiding her fist. "I'll take that as a cute agreement. See you, my beautiful little butterfly." And he bolted out of the hall in haste, laughing hysterically.

Scarlette Chanel was alone in the hall. Her frowning gesture suddenly turned into a smile and burst into laughter. "Wait a minute, why the hell am I laughing like this? I'm supposed to get angry with him. Seriously, what is wrong with me today?" "Next time, I should act tougher with him, or otherwise, he will continue taking advantage of me and my reputation that I have been building for years will go to a waste." She kept reminding herself and slowly closed her eyes. But the next instant, the sweet moment of their little kissing session kept flashing in her mind. Involuntarily, she touched her lips with her fingers, while thinking about the blissful moment of that very moment. "It feels really good and I like to feel that moment again." She opened her eyes and scolded herself abruptly. "Scarlette, are you out of your goddamn mind? Stop thinking about him. The boy is simply taking advantage of your weakness." "Argh, this is really freaking annoying." Then she continued bloviating while remembering all the course of events of her earlier encounter with Bobby.

Meanwhile, Bobby entered inside his peculiar-looking office building, whistling. He was currently in an excellent mood. "Diana, where are you?" he called out, walking inside the colossus room. No one replied. "Diana, Diana,..."

He walked over to his office room and found a piece of paper on the desk. He then began to read it. It was written as: 'Something comes up and I need to meet someone urgently. So, see you tomorrow.

Yours' lovely, Diana Carver."

Bobby wrapped it up gingerly and kept it inside his backpack. "Hmm, now I'm all alone."

"No, you are not," Cynthia spoke, breaking the serenity of the room. "I'm still here with you. If you need someone to provoke your privacy, then I'm happy to comply with that."

"Right, I still have a fully naked but overly gorgeous lady inside my head. Lucky me." Bobby answered, a bit sarcastically in his last statement.

"Hey, I'm a bit confused about something that happened earlier," Cynthia stated.

"Oh, then shoot it. I'm all ears," Bobby replied.

"Firstly, boy, you are such a playboy. I never imagine someone aloof, like you, to seduce a beauty like her so soon. I can say for sure that the lady with the name Scarlette is totally into you. Good job, boy. I'm really fascinated by how you conquered her. Truly amazing."  Cynthia eulogized him, lifting up to the sky.

"Alright, can you stop beating around the bush?" Bobby asked in haste, feeling somewhat uncomfortable coming, such praise from another beauty.

"Hmm, but one thing still doesn't add up to me," Cynthia said in a deep tone. "Bobby, why are still holding back? I scanned her body at that time and found out that she was sexually aroused and ready to have coitus with you. And you knew it too. So, why are you holding back? Your mission would have been completed quickly."

"No, you are wrong there. I'm not holding back at all. The kisses would be enough for the day. You know she has such an intriguing personality about her that captures my attention. Also, it will not be fun anymore if I eat her up the first time we meet, right?" Bobby replied,  "And this seems to be her first time. So I wish to give her a fun ride that she would never forget in her life. In short, I don't like eating my favorite food with no care for the table manners. " "By the way, let's talk more about the Holy Grail." he further added.

"Boy, I can't do that," Cynthia answered sincerely.