A golden ticket. An invitation to an evening of pleasure with the legendary yet unknown Golden Lady. Rumours heard among only a few men. Breathtakingly beautiful. Sensuously seductive. A night to be treasured for life. A night most men only dream...
Without a moment of thought, not wanting to loose sight of the Golden Lady for even a minute, and not even giving a thought to what the other 2 men were going to do, Marc quickly arose from his seat.
Arriving at the door to his private viewing room, he pressed his token against the door handle and slipped in through the door.
His eyes were fixed on the window before him, easing himself into his seat, impatiently waiting for the window to clear so that he could see what she had in store for the Lion.
Minutes passed by and still the light did not change from red to green.. After a while of this impatient waiting, Marc ran his hands through his hair. "I'm hooked", he murmured to himself, still not able to tear his eyes from the blocked view.
Marc hated waiting, but he always knew how to hide it well. Especially in his job. The selling of houses to people who often had too much money and half the time didn't know what to do with it, he'd made it his mission in life to be able to seduce them and hide his impatience, especially at those who took an infernal amount of time making decisions.
Would the Lady buy the house that he'd shown her? He mused again over the showing, recalling how she'd been very firm oh her need for privacy....
"I am curious as to how close the neighbours are Mr Quaid? The tall concrete fences and surrounding trees are lovely and fantastic for privacy, however, I need to ensure complete privacy when my family are here.. we do tend to get noisy at times you see Mr Quaid."
She had given him a rapturous smile while dipping her head down to watch her hands caressing the marble hand-rails.
Soft dainty hands with perfectly manicured nails.
His mind flicked back to a little while ago when he'd had the chance to watch exactly how those dainty soft hands had flexed and grasped through her pleasure. He groaned before letting his mind slip back to the past...
"Of course Ms Miller. Privacy is always of concern to those who like to live up here in the Heights. And because each property is extensive in size, you can almost guarantee that even if we stood here and yelled at the top of our voices, the neighbours would very likely not hear a thing".
On his mind had been thoughts of joining her in the pool, ravishing her, not worrying about how loudly she would moan, how loudly his own moans would be in joining her.. but then he's noticed the expression on her face.
He'd noted her deep thoughtful expression at his comment. Almost a look of concern tinged with relief. But just as quickly the expression fled before another heart stopping smile.
Click. Marc's eyes blinked down to see the red light has flickered green. The wall began to disappear as the clear window showed the scene in the Golden Lady's room.
She was leading a completely naked Lion across the room to a BDSM cross. And she was smiling widely.
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