It was at long day at the end of a long month. No days had been free of work and the stress had been piling up day after day. But this hadn’t been something new. Since graduating from college, he had poured himself into his job. As others were going out, socializing, and enjoying the city, he had invested in his career, building up work experience. But something drew him to deviate from his plan that night and stop to grab a drink.
As he entered the bar, he felt nothing out of the ordinary but it would later be learned that he was noticed from the moment he walked in. He had a seat at the bar and ordered his favorite: whiskey with a little water and ice. He sat listening to the music on the jukebox, “Black Magic Woman” by Santana played in the background as he felt a shoulder brush against his to sit next to him. He turned; finding it odd someone would choose that seat when the bar was virtually empty.
Her eyes were piercing and dark and she was smiling as she looked at him. He smiled back with a hint of uncertainty as she held out her hand. He took it and shook it and they made brief introductions before she nodded at the bartender. He thought but quickly ordered her a drink. She took it without saying a word but took a sip and smiled. She wore a long, black coat cinched around her waist. Knee-high boots adorned her crossed legs and looked imported and expensive as she turned to him, eyes dropping slowly down his form as if just taking him all in, searching for imperfections.
She set her drink down and had a slight smile and stepped off of the stool, telling him that she had better drinks at her house. Picking up her purse, she walked towards the door, stopping briefly as he was hesitating, shooting a look of exasperation. He tossed a handful of bills onto the bar and grabbed his coat, almost running after her.
She told him that they would share his car and as they pulled out, she gave turn by turn directions, almost weaving through the city at random before pulling up to a dark house. She got out and he followed, her attitude almost indifferent to his presence. As she pushed the door open, he followed her inside. She shut the door behind him and pointed to the den.
As he walked in, he felt her hand on his shoulder pushing down as a chair was pulled behind his legs. He sat hard as she tossed her coat off, revealing a beautiful black corset, showing off her phenomenal body. Before he could gather his thoughts, she was on his lap, mouth pressed against his and any questioning vanished. He surrendered into it as her perfect lips pressed against his. As she pulled away he tugged at his arms, he realized they were stuck. He tugged again and looked down. Plastic binding ties had been cinched to his wrists and were attached to each leg of the chair. He tugged harder but the ties only dug into his wrists.
She smirked down a little, wiping her mouth as if to negate the kiss that she used to distract him. He began to ask why before an open-palm slap struck his face. He was stunned, protesting again and not thinking, the slap struck again even harder. His face jerked to the side and his cheek started to burn. He winced hard, thinking better to speak before he felt another slap, directly over his mouth and leaving behind a piece of duct tape. She smiled as she rubbed her fingers across it and trailed them down his neck.
She leaned in closer, next to his hear, biting into his earlobe and whispering, “You have a new job now…”
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