Click clack click clack.
My heels clicked on the hard concrete pavement in the cold night air as I walk into the 5 storey building. I push the doors open and went by the front desk.
"Hi Jonathon".
"Goodnight temptress tease, just go right through" he said not looking up from his lap, from where I was standing I could see the faint rise and fall of a particular blonde.
I pass Jonathon and grab a briefcase that consist of various props, that is whips, chains, gagball, handcuffs,nipple clamps, rope among others that was situated near the desk.
Clocking in and reading the folder for tonight's client.
I laugh lightly at his name.
Browsing through I saw which room the client was in, I placed the folder back down, took the keys off the hook and strutted through the lonely corriders to the elevator.
"Which floor are you going on ma'am?" The elevator operator said uninterested.
"The fourth floor please".
He pressed the button then folded his hands in front of him.
Awkward silence then filled the air.
1rst floor....2nd floor....3rd floor....4th floor finally.
"Thanks" I said walking away.
I held the key card in my hands looking at the number
A 24.
A24 where the hell is A24!!? I argued with my self.
Searching the doors A19,A20,A21,A22,A23,A24,A25 wait A24!!.
I nervously walked up to the door and placed a do not disturb sign on the door knob before stepping through the dark room then locking it.
I straighten out my jet black wig and stepped in the room, the guy was on the bed facing the wall.
"Well hello Mr. Cockburn... Would you like your cock to burn?" I spoke as I lowered my voiced so it was sultry.
Worst line ever.
Ugh shut up stupid conscience.
He immediately turned around startled.
A jumpy one.
"Ye yes... I m-mean no" he said clearly confused.
"Is this your first time here Mr Cock....burn?".
"Wwell ssomeone recommended it tto me and I decided to finally ttry it" he said stammering.
"What do you do Mr Cockburn?".
"I I'm an a accountant what do you do?".
His facial features instantly change to a mortified expression when he realized what he just ask.
Trying to soothe him I said "its ok why are you here?".
"I have urges... I I like d different things in tthe bbed room" he said holding down his head emabarassed.
"So you like giving up control then? And being what some like to call tortured? " I said biting my lips.
"Ye yes my wife doesn't like when I do she says I have a problem".
YOU ARE READING
Victim Of Seduction
Teen Fiction"I can't" "Why not? We're alone you know you want to" his lips curving into a smirk "I just can't " With that said he lifted my chin up looking up in my eyes gently leaning down and slamming his lips against mine desperately hopin...
