Snippet #2265897

Behind, over, under, around and through the hole. Easy enough. Atlas didn't wear a lot of ties, not like his father did. Always with a business suit and tie, 'till the day he died, come to think about it, the old man was buried in a suit; a cheap one at that. For someone who always tried anything to get rich, he sure did die poor, but what do you expect when you make a deal with the devil. Fat bastard, he got what he deserved.

Atlas walked out his closet and looked at the naked girl one more time. With a smile he raised his hand and spanked the womans ass.

"Get up." He said with a laugh, barely audible over the loud squeal followed by a series cuss words.

Atlas continued laughing as he left the angry woman in his bedroom. Making his way down the long hallway, he loosened the red tie around his neck as it became uncomfortable. Maybe a bite to eat, or perhaps he should be reporting to his boss, the head of security. After all, Atlas was only just a security technician, the only one in the mansion. The rest were simple guards taking turns on gate duty and beating up poor bastards deemed traitors by the king. The head of security was an withered old dick of a man with half his face covered in scars and a unnatural deep scratchy voice that frankly creeped the shit out of Atlas.

No, the old man will have to wait; Atlas noticed Margaret walking in from the gardens and towards her bedroom with an amused look on her face. Thankfully, she didn't see him when she turned the corner. He smiled as he decided to follow her, quietly at first, but then he began to whistle a tune from a Disney movie that had dwarfs in it, an almost forgotten memory from his childhood. Atlas was in a rather good mood this morning, probably from fucking one of the maids last night, and he wanted to share is recent conquest with Margaret.