"No, it's fine. I love to see a grown man orgasming quietly to himself." Yolanda shot back instantly, rolling her eyes at the display. 

The man - Omega, she reminded herself - was having far too good a time. She sighed quietly before straightening her posture; subconsciously, it was an attempt to retain some power. After all, she was sitting before a man atop a throne of money with a gun. Both the epitome and caricature of power.

Yolanda looked him in the eye as she responded. "Two years. I got the job after I moved here from South Africa."