Apparently all it took was a “little black dress” and high heels. She was hating the heels from the moment she put them on…WAY too high, but they did have their desired effect…and the dress hugged every curve of her sexy body almost lustily. The second she stepped into the hotel bar, she knew she had the command of every man in the room…and either the envy or hatred of every woman. Even the lust of some, it seemed, because she was sure that the pat she received on her butt was from a woman…and not a bad-looking one as well. She almost considered pursuing it, but she had a role to play…
He was sitting at the bar right where he told her she’d be…she placed herself next to him. “White Russian,” she said to the barkeeper.
“Put it on my tab,” he said to the barkeeper. She liked the brazenness he’d characterized himself with for this…not like his day-to-day self at all.
“Thanks for the drink…but what makes you think I’m going to just let you buy it for me?” She was loving the role she picked for herself…assertive, but not bitchy, prideful but not haughty.
“Oh, I don’t know…just being friendly. ‘Can’t have enough friends these days’.”
Ah. The agreed upon code phrase. “Right. ‘But I have enough friends…’ ” She stared longingly into his eyes…this whole scenario, getting “picked up” at a bar by a guy into bondage seemed silly at first, but as far as lovers games went, it wasn’t all that bad…long as it meant getting into some of his really tight ropes and a good solid gag…
Drea Morgan for today.