As Jimmy sat back in his chair, he was startled when a sweet female voice whispered huskily in his ear, saying "Hi, Jimmy."
Jimmy spun around, to be confronted by Death of the Endless, even lovelier in person, clad in a black-belly shirt, low-slung black jeans that looked painted on, and a silver ankh necklace. The outfit exposed vast amounts of pale flesh and emphasized her perfectly
lithe body, but it didn't come off as slutty. And to complete the look her lovely face bore that same astonishingly gorgeous smile.
"Th-that was fast," Jimmy panted, startled. Death looked apologetic.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I don't get many clients in this job, especially not ones as important as you, Jimmy. So, I came as soon as I could. Was I too soon?"
Jimmy couldn't bear to see her looking upset. "No, not at all," he said, reassuringly. "Uhm, I also called some other girls...that doesn't bother you, does it?"
She smiled that awesome smile again. "Not at all, you're the client, if you want it, I'm good with it."
Her smile was infectious, and Jimmy couldn't help smiling right back at her. "That's really great. Ah, anyways, I called some other girls..."
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