“Look, Allen, you can fuss all you want, I’ve seen the Femdom shit you watch on your laptop, don’t even pretend you don’t like my bossing you around,” Katrina Satsuki said sternly as she handed her boyfriend Allen Voltaire her shopping bags and, as he obediently grabbed them, she flicked his ear with her fingers for good measure. Allen groaned, then dutifully followed Katrina around the Westfield Mall, one of London’s top shopping centers.
As the City of London, and the rest of Britain reeled from the “Brexit” vote and disappointed, saddened Prime Minister Cameron announced his resignation, local fashionista Katrina Satsuki stepped out with her boyfriend Allen. As far as she was concerned, today would be business as usual. The young socialite refused to let the alarmist direction that her country was taking get her down. To do would be very unlike her, that’s for damn sure.
“Bae, it isn’t what you think, I was doing, um, research for my gender studies class,” Allen said while scratching his Afro, and Katrina turned around and flashed him the cut-the-bullshit look, and Allen smiled sheepishly. The six-foot-three, brawny young Jamaican man looked nervous as Katrina walked up to him, and brushed her lips against his. Reaching around Allen, Katrina gave his cute chocolate ass a firm slap.
Three nights ago, after an argument, Katrina showed up at Allen’s apartment in the Shepherds Bush area of Uxbridge, London. The passionate couple made up, and when Allen woke up, Katrina served him breakfast in bed. She also teased the hell out of him because he left his laptop open, and she found his bookmarked videos. His favorite clips from Divine Bitches, his favorite site. Can you say busted?
“Come on, lover, we both know you like it,” Katrina said, laughing. Allen rolled his eyes and followed Katrina up the escalator. Ever since he first glimpsed her while walking around the Brunel University campus a year ago, Allen knew that Katrina Satsuki, the tall, gorgeous Asian chick with the killer booty, was quite simply trouble on two legs. Allen also knew right then and there that he had to have her.
“Maybe but not in public,” Allen retorted sharply, and Katrina pursed her lips. There were nothing she loved more than to tease the hell out of Allen, partly because her favorite Jamaican stud was oh-so serious all the time. Hell, Katrina was in engineering at Brunel University and she wasn’t half as serious as Allen. Tall, dark and handsome, well-built and devilishly charming when he wanted to be. Allen took Katrina’s breath away from the moment they met.
Katrina Satsuki was something else, pretty much everyone on the Brunel University campus wanted a piece of her. Five-foot-ten, athletically built but busty and curvy where it mattered, her features a lovely blend of Asian and Caucasian, she was exotically beautiful and knew it. Katrina could have her pick of guys and girls, on or off campus, but only one man ever lit her fire. A certain charming, infuriating Jamaican stud…
Born in the City of London, England, to a Japanese immigrant father and a white British mother, Katrina Satsuki grew up fast…and not by choice. Life circumstances and a tough upbringing left the young woman no choice. Her father, barrister and entrepreneur Adam Satsuki started numerous businesses all over England and played fast and loose with the rules like only a lawyer can. Adam Satsuki made several millions of Euros over a career spanning two decades…and then he got greedy.
Wanted for questioning about his various illicit businesses by the United Kingdom’s feared Prudential Regulation Authority, Adam Satsuki fled to his hometown of Kumamoto, Japan, leaving behind his ex-wife Ellen Thompson-Satsuki and their daughter Katrina, who was in her final year at North London’s elite Kensington Academy. Left to fend for herself while her Scotch-addicted mother went from one sleazy younger boyfriend to another, Katrina faced a tough world on her own, and did not blink.