Inês Paredes
Sobriquet: VP of Sales (her title). Inês (for coworkers and friends). Mistess...(for her collection of sex slaves).
Appearance: Inês is an athletic brunette twenty-something. She has the body of a professional fashion model, with big pansy brown eyes and a honey colored complexion. She wears her hair in the most fashionable styles, never needs to tan, though she does sunbath for the pleasure of recreation. Her skin is blemish free and perfect. Her teeth are perfectly spaced and pearly, and when she smiles both men and women become breathless. She is of medium height and cannot possibly weight that much. She wears glasses, not to improve her perfect vision, but give her a more intelligent and professional look. At work she prefers very expensive professional attire for female executives. But at home she wears whatever takes her fancy. It is in her private dungeon that she really shines, as she has an entire latex ensemble for a female dominant.
Behavior: Inês likes to be seen as the coquettish ladder-climbing whore. This persona is so easy for others to accept that they are almost always fooled into believing it, if not seduced by it. It makes her job as vice president of sales far easier because everyone wants to hangout with and buy things from the sexy party-girl. But the party-girl mask hides Inês' true face, that of power-hungry opportunist who wants to have it all. Men are the easiest for her to control, but she has a deft hand with woman as well, she is nothing if not an equal opportunity manipulator.
History: Like so many others, Inês was born into one of the nameless - faceless favelas that make up Rio de Janeiro's endless slums. Her early life was unremarkable. She grew up with several siblings in a one-room shack without electricity or running water. It was a dirty, cramped and it stank of too many unwashed bodies. She listened each night as her parents would make love, a term that she came to realize actually meant that her father needed to get another offspring off between her mother's thighs. But she couldn't really hate him, he worked long hours in terrible conditions for meager pay. It was her mother she blamed, for being a dull and pliant broodmare upon whom her father could produce more mouths to feed. And she absolutely hated the church, for feeding both her illiterate and uneducated parents the lies of old corrupt priests who forcibly fornicated with children like her.
It was just such an event that set her on the path to success and taught her to know exactly what she wanted and how to get it.
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