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  “I’m never late.”

  “Alright then,” Genevieve said with another laugh. “We will see you tomorrow at 1pm. Have a good night.”

  Lou hung up the phone. She felt terrified but hopeful. At least her life was moving forward.

  Lou couldn’t decide what you were supposed to wear for a secret sex service interview. She texted Audra but her response was completely unhelpful.

  Audra: Just be yourself, babe You’re more than enough.

  Lou ended up buying a blue wrap dress that she’d loved in the store. She tried to put waves in her hair with a big barreled curling iron instead of tying it back into a ponytail and she had lip gloss on. For any other woman it probably wasn’t much in the way of effort but for Lou it was huge. The woman in the mirror looked confident, and pretty. Lou stared at herself for way too long.

  Chapter 3

  The building was all old-world elegance, with marble, chandeliers, and huge arrangements of orchids that must have cost a small fortune.

  The doorman took her name and directed her to the eighteenth floor: room 1804. She was twenty minutes early. She stood outside the door getting more and more skittish. Did kinky sex services have reception desks? Would Genevieve be meeting with someone else? Did people have sex here in the office? She wondered if she should just go.

  The dress that had seemed to flatter her curves in the dressing room now seemed cheap, and the leopard print heels that had looked so elegant earlier now seemed silly; plus they were killing her feet.

  Lou took her heels off. Just as her bare feet sunk into the plush carpet, the door opened.

  “Were you waiting for an invitation, Ms. Allen?”

  A man, no, a God-like creature, loomed in the doorway. He was way too tall and impossibly attractive, like a model for overpriced cologne. He looked dangerous.

  “I’m early; I wasn’t sure. . . “

  “Louisa, come inside,” He said firmly. “Were you afraid if you knocked on the door you’d interrupt an orgy? No such luck, love, you and I are just going to have some tea and talk.”

  Lou stood rooted in place.

  “I thought I’d be talking with Genevieve,” she stammered.

  “You’ll be talking with me, Louisa,” he said firmly. He stepped out of the doorway. Then he bent down, picked up Lou’s heels, and walked inside.

  Lou had no choice but to follow—the man had her damn shoes.

  She studied him as she walked.

  He wore jeans and a grey tee shirt that left nothing to a girl’s imagination. It clung to every muscle and showed off the sleeves of tattoos that covered each arm. The man even had tattoos on his neck. His hair was short, almost shaved on the sides, and dark like his eyes. He had a five o’clock shadow, which made him look even more dark, broody, and dangerous.

  Two things were obvious. First, Lou had overdressed. Second, there was no way Lou could talk to a man that looked like this about sex. She needed to get her shoes and get the hell out of there.

  She trailed slowly behind him. Maybe she could just say she wasn’t feeling well, or snatch the shoes out of his hand and make a run for it. Yeah, that one would surely make an impression.

  They walked through a waiting room. It was full of sunshine and furnished with lemon yellow leather couches, chairs, and more fresh flowers. There were prints of Vargas Pinups on the wall, elegant and a little cheeky. It was nothing like the kinky sex den she had imagined.

  He led her into an office with more Vargas Prints, and a big wooden desk. A dark leather sofa lined the wall with two overstuffed leather arm chairs.

  “So Audra and I spoke briefly. She mentioned you had an unfortunate experience that prompted her to recommend our services. You’re welcome to have a seat, Ms. Allen, or were you waiting for another invitation?

  Lou stood quietly thinking about the best way to ask for her shoes back.

  “I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

  He didn’t say a word. He just looked at her so intently she had to look away. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him running his fingers over her shoe from the toe to the heel, stroking it.

  “Look, I’m sorry,” she said, trying again. “I can’t talk about this. I am sorry for wasting your time.”

  “You made an appointment. You traveled downtown for this. You dressed up for this. It makes me assume you had every intention of sitting down and talking about this. What’s changed?”

  “I thought I’d be talking to Genevieve, and I just can’t.”

  “What?” he asked. “You can’t discuss this with a member of the male species? Should I be offended?”

  “Look, I can’t. I’m sorry. I thought I could, but I can’t. Alright? Maybe if you had a confessional booth, but I just can’t look at you and talk about this. How can I talk to you about sex when looking at you is like looking at the sun?”

  Oh God, Lou, she thought. Did you really just say that? Enough with the verbal diarrhea, Lou. Get out of here.

  “May I have my shoes back please? I am really sorry.”

  ‘I don’t have a confessional, Louisa, although that’s an interesting image: you in the dark on your knees.” His words sent a flush of heat through her body.

  “You don’t kneel; there’s a seat,” she said.

  “Don’t ruin it for me,” he said dryly. “I do have a couch, though. We could try this Freud-style. Why don’t you lie down on the couch, love? Close your eyes and tell the nice doctor all about it. You must have quite a story to tell me.”

  His teasing tone woke something in her.

  “I didn’t come here to be made fun of. Fuck you. Give me my fucking shoes.”

  She made herself meet his eyes, and he gave her a look like he was seeing her for the first time. He didn’t say a word. He just sat her shoes on the top of his bookshelf and began to stalking towards her.

  She wanted to step back. He really was too tall. He was taller than Max, and Max was too tall. Hell, part of her wanted to run, but she wouldn’t be bullied. She made herself stand still and meet his gaze.

  When he was standing right in front of her, he took a hold of her face with both his hands. His hands were hot on her face.

  “I’m sorry, Louisa, but I was trying to lighten the mood. I obviously mistepped. But let’s be clear, I would never make fun of you, not for anything you tell me. I want to hear your story, and I think you want to tell me. So you will lie on the couch, close your eyes, and tell me what you have to tell me. Then, and only then, will I put your shoes back on your lovely feet.” He paused before adding, “Please, Louisa.”

  It was the please that broke her. She lay down on couch, careful to make sure her dress covered her knees and then she told him the whole embarrassing story.

  He didn’t say a word till she got to the part where Jason tried to push inside her.

  “And, prior to this, had you climaxed?”

  “What?”

  “Did he make you cum, Louisa?”

  “No.”

  “Then he’s a moron. You can continue your story.”

  He was right: Jason was a moron, and it was easier to talk to him with her eyes shut. She had meant to just tell him about Jason, but she ended up telling him everything, about the drunk brunch with the girls and the dinner with Max and Audra. Finally, she squeezed her eyes and told him the dark things she had never spoken aloud to anyone.

  “I look at couples like Max and Audra, and I start to feel that something is wrong with me. That I’m somehow broken. They have this connection, and I try, I really try, but with every boyfriend I’ve ever had I feel separate. I feel like I’m just playing a part. That they don’t really know me at all. I’m putting on my show, and they are putting on theirs. I just want to feel something real. What if I’m not capable of it? I mean, my boyfriend didn’t even want to fuck me. What the hell must be wrong with me?”

  She felt a warm hand close over her foot.

  “What are you doing?” she asked as h
er eyes flew open. He was on his knees, his hands wrapped around her foot.

  “Shh. It’s a reward for all your truth telling. Shut your eyes. I’m going to rub these feet that look like they don’t wear high heels very often. Tell me about your paintings. Audra tells me you’re an artist. Actually, she said you were a fucking brilliant artist.”

  Louisa closed her eyes and fought the moans of pleasure that wanted to climb out of her mouth. How was it possible that this man rubbing her feet felt 100 times better than anything that had happened during her attempt o’ sex with Jason?

  God, he pressed a certain part of her instep and she cried out before she could stop herself.

  “Sorry, that just feels so good,” she mumbled.

  “Your work hangs in a local coffee shop, correct? Audra said they have a puzzle motif. Explain.”

  He was pushy, but if he was going to rub her feet while she talked about herself she would never stop.

  “Sort of. I wanted the portraits to be interactive, so I started to paint on magnetic tiles the viewer can move around. Sort of like those puzzles from when you were a kid. Those became pretty popular, and I even sold a few. It makes the viewer the artist too. They can change the work into a more abstract one, and the tiles are numbered on the back so you can always return it to the original if you want.

  Then, I started to do some where I painted a whole face on tiles. I removed some tiles myself and replaced them with tiles I painted with symbols. Sort of like charms on a charm bracelet. I let the subject choose his or her symbols. I actually get commissions for those, but I still have a day job.”

  He didn’t say anything for a while, just rubbed a year of waitress doubles out of her feet. When he let go, she heard his footsteps, and after a minute, warm hands were putting her heels back on her feet.

  Lou opened her eyes and he took her hand and pulled her up into a sitting position. She suddenly felt shy and unable to meet his eyes. She had never told a stranger the details of her life. It felt oddly freeing. Maybe she should get a therapist.

  “Louisa, if you are interested in moving forward, I am going to ask you to read and sign a standard non-disclosure agreement before we go any further.

  Lou sat up and read through it twice. It seemed straightforward enough so she signed it.

  “I’m going to send you home with some paperwork. There are several detailed questionnaires. It’s in your interest to fill them out as honestly as possible. If you have any questions you can call me.”

  “I can always Google it.”

  “Or you could simply call me and get an accurate answer.”

  “Alright.”

  “If after you read all the materials you still wish to continue, I have no doubt we will find you a suitable match. When your paper work is finished, you should contact Genevieve and she will arrange the next steps.”

  “Now there is one more matter. You swore at me.”

  “What?” It took a moment for Lou to remember.

  “You’re right. I guess I did. I’m sorry, I thought you were making fun of me,” she said.

  “Yes, we established the why, but it still doesn’t change the fact that you swore at me and you must be punished.”

  “What? You’ve got to be kidding me? Look, I’m sorry, but you’re telling me that no one ever swears at you. I find that hard to believe.”

  “No, Louisa, I am telling you that when a person swears at me they are punished.”

  “Look, I know I haven’t filled out your paperwork, but I’ll tell you right now punishment is not my thing.”

  “With all due respect, Louisa, you have no idea what your ‘things’ are. And it doesn’t matter. You disrespected me, and for that, there is a punishment. If you want to avail yourself of my services, you will accept your punishment before we move forward. Can you do that?”

  “What are you going to do to me?” God, her face must have been bright red. Her whole body was starting to feel tight.

  “No, Ms. Allen, it doesn’t work like that. You either accept your punishment or not. Decide. Now.”

  This was crazy. Was she really going to let a stranger punish her? And what would he do to her? Spanking, right? It had to be spanking. Oh, God, she was getting wet just thinking about it. Who was Lou kidding? She would take his hands on her anyway she could get them. Even if it meant they were smacking her behind.

  “Ms. Allen?”

  The sound of his voice made her pussy clench. She knew this was wrong, super wrong, but she had to find out what might happen next.

  “Alright,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

  “Alright? Ms. Allen.”

  “I accept my punishment.” Her whole body started to vibrate.

  “Well done. Lean down and then bend over my desk, palms down. You can turn your head and rest your cheek on the desk.

  Lou couldn’t believe she was going to do this. Was she really going to do this?

  “Louisa. Walk over to the desk now.”

  She walked over to the desk. Her legs were shaking. Lean over or run, Lou. She turned the question over in her mind.

  She wanted this more than she had ever wanted sex with Jason. What hidden part of her made her want something so fucked up? Shaking, she leaned over the desk. She placed her hands on the cool surface and laid her head down. She could smell lemon polish on the wood.

  She heard him walk towards her. He came up and stood so close that his legs brushed against hers.

  He put a hand on her hand, and then his other hand came up and brushed her hair off her face. It felt oddly comforting. What was he doing to her? Her whole body had never felt more alive. She was wet and achy between her legs.

  Then both his hands moved to her hips and he lifted the skirt of her dress till it was bunched up around her waist.

  “Wait. What the hell?’

  “You didn’t think I would spank you through layers of fabric, did you?”

  “It’s a skirt not a petticoat for God’ sake.”

  When he laughed, it felt like a reward.

  Thank God, she didn’t wear a pair with holes. Her whole body tensed in anticipation.

  Then his hands were on her rubbing tension out of her spine and then roaming over her ass.

  He leaned in so close she could feel his warm breath on her neck.

  “Good lord, girl, is every inch of your skin this perfect?”

  She could feel her cheeks heat at the compliment. He continued to run his hands over her ass. It felt incredible, but she couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel if his fingers slipped and accidently brushed over her clit. She leaned into his touch and he stepped back.

  She heard him walk away. Then she heard a drawer open and close before he was back, leaning into her, a small package in his hand.

  He tore open the packaging and took out a small pink piece of rubber that vaguely looked like a new age pacifier. He laid it in front of her on the desk.

  “Are you ready, Lou?”

  “What is that?”

  “Louisa, the penitent doesn’t get to ask the questions. However, you look so damn beautiful with that wide doe-eyed gaze on your face that I am going to answer your question.”

  Beautiful? He thought she was beautiful?

  “It’s a small toy, brand new, right out of the packaging. Do you own a vibrator, Louisa?”

  Lou was not having this conversation.

  “Louisa, you will answer me.”

  Lou shut her eyes. This was really too much. She shouldn’t talk to a stranger about this. She should leave the room, but it was impossible. She needed his hands back on her body. She’d never wanted anything this much in her life.

  “No”

  “Why did you shut your eyes, love?”

  “I cannot possibly look at you and have this conversation.”

  She heard another drawer open.

  “I can help with that. Keep your eyes closed.”

  She felt the brush of silk over eyes. She felt him tie it tight.<
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  “There, is that better?”

  “Good.”

  He brushed his fingers over the front of her panties, and she wondered if he could he see how wet she was. A garbled noise escaped her. She couldn’t help it.

  “God, Louisa. You are so responsive. “

  She could feel his fingers through her panties, drawing slow lazy circles that made it hard for her to breath. She could feel him behind her. His other hand rested on her hip, anchoring her in place. If the tiny brushes of his fingertips could feel like this, what would sex be like?

  “Are you wet for me, lovely girl?’

  She couldn’t speak anymore, so she nodded. Her heart was beating so fast she thought she might die from cardiac arrest.

  His hands were still making the light brushes over her panties.

  She felt his head press against her and he whispered into her ear.

  “You’re being such a good girl for me, Louisa, that I’m going to tell you what happens next.”

  His hands were still rhythmically brushing against her, tiny little touches, enough to drive her crazy.

  “I’m going to slip this little toy into your panties. Then I’m going to take a moment to enjoy the view of you bent over this desk with your palms down and your lovely legs spread wide. I’m going to spank you ten times, and you’re going to take it like a good girl. Then I am going to lay you down on my desk and pleasure you with this toy until you come undone.”

  “Yes. Please.” Lou was shaking.

  “God, Louisa.”

  She felt his hand slip into her panties. The vibrations felt good, better than good, ecstatic.

  “Spread your legs a little wider, love. I won’t let you fall.” With his hands anchoring her hips, she took a step to widen her stance, and then he put his hot hands on her ass and pushed her pussy against the desk.

  “That feels so good. God, oh God.”

  She knew she was making noises and she didn’t care. The feeling of the toy pressed against her center was bliss.

  The first slap against her cheek stung, but it also intensified the feeling of the vibrator.