I used to live in a differnt city, living a different life....
One evening I was due to meet a man, let's call him John, in a smart hotel restaurant....we had already met once, for drinks and he had told me he liked to be in control.
I arrived looking my best, i didnt want to disappoint and I spotted him across the reception area, he was sharply dressed and looked confident, the sort of man who would arrange to meet a woman he could wine, dine and impress downstairs aswell as upstairs.
We were shown to our table, he ordered my food, it may have been delicious, I cant remember...I do remember that I was nervous...his whole energy excited me, the kind of excitement you want to feel when you are on a first date, and this was not a first date, this was more a working agreement.
After the meal he sent me to the hotel room with a gift bag and told me to change and wait on the sofa for him.... it sounds cliche but it was the top floor and it did have amazing views and floor to ceiling windows, the sort of place I had only seen on the tv or in glossy magazines at the hairdressers. I was nervous, I wondered if I was out of my depth, he was certainly out of my league but I told myself he had asked me there for a reason
Inside the bag was a tiny white thong.... I slid out of my dress and heels and into the pants
I waited....
He entered the room.... |