Stackeydreams
Dream Weaver
- Joined
- Apr 20, 2013
- Posts
- 5,456
Jessica felt the skin of her face and neck grow warm when she realized that she misspoke. And when the older man in the center chair looked at her closely, she felt even more exposed than she had before and blushed even more deeply.
"Good luck," Heather had whispered. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."
For a brief moment Jessica felt as if she would have a heart attack, right then and there! Thankfully, the older man had quickly called Heather back and told her to stay. Her thumping heart calmed, returning itself to a slightly more normal beat.
She was able to get a better look at the man now that they were merely a few steps from him. He sat forward on his chair, leaning on one armrest as he spoke, gesturing a lot with his hand. His steel, gray eyes had a calming affect as he spoke; yet they were serious at the same time, conveying the importance of the message he was giving to her.
It was very apparent to Jessica that he was the one in control of things, an obvious leader. There was a definite hierarchy in place; each man knowing his rank, just as in a pack of wolves. This older, bald man in the center chair was definitely the Alpha male.
"Jessica," he said, "your presence here tonight is voluntary. You will not be physically touched in any way, but you will be asked questions that you may find embarrassing, and you will be given instructions that you may find uncomfortable."
"You may leave at any time you wish, and one of our drivers will take you home immediately. If you leave tonight, before the end of your Introduction, you will never see this place, or any of us, again. You will never have a second opportunity to join the Scarlet Circle."
As if she really had had any choice.
Yes, technically, she could have turned around, walked back through the large, red doors, retrieved her clothing and rings, gotten back into the car and gone directly home, never looking at this place or these people again.
But her feet didn't move. The curiosity in her pussy was screaming, Stay! If this same experience had presented itself 15 years prior, when she was in her early twenties, she definitely would have panicked, suffered a complete, sobbing breakdown and fled for the shelter of home. But she wasn't 23, she was 38. And she was much more a mature and self-confident woman now.
And strangely, the more the man spoke of their rules and the invasive questioning to come, the stronger her resolve to stay became. It was as if she were daring herself to stay, to explore this secret life with her friend. Listening to the rules as the older man stated them only served now in sealing the deal in her head.
Her mind was made up.
She wasn't going anywhere.
"Yes," she lifted her chin, speaking now with a new feeling of confidence, "I'm ready, Sir."
She wasn't sure exactly why she had added the "Sir" at the end, she just felt it appropriate, and it came out.
"Good luck," Heather had whispered. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."
For a brief moment Jessica felt as if she would have a heart attack, right then and there! Thankfully, the older man had quickly called Heather back and told her to stay. Her thumping heart calmed, returning itself to a slightly more normal beat.
She was able to get a better look at the man now that they were merely a few steps from him. He sat forward on his chair, leaning on one armrest as he spoke, gesturing a lot with his hand. His steel, gray eyes had a calming affect as he spoke; yet they were serious at the same time, conveying the importance of the message he was giving to her.
It was very apparent to Jessica that he was the one in control of things, an obvious leader. There was a definite hierarchy in place; each man knowing his rank, just as in a pack of wolves. This older, bald man in the center chair was definitely the Alpha male.
"Jessica," he said, "your presence here tonight is voluntary. You will not be physically touched in any way, but you will be asked questions that you may find embarrassing, and you will be given instructions that you may find uncomfortable."
"You may leave at any time you wish, and one of our drivers will take you home immediately. If you leave tonight, before the end of your Introduction, you will never see this place, or any of us, again. You will never have a second opportunity to join the Scarlet Circle."
As if she really had had any choice.
Yes, technically, she could have turned around, walked back through the large, red doors, retrieved her clothing and rings, gotten back into the car and gone directly home, never looking at this place or these people again.
But her feet didn't move. The curiosity in her pussy was screaming, Stay! If this same experience had presented itself 15 years prior, when she was in her early twenties, she definitely would have panicked, suffered a complete, sobbing breakdown and fled for the shelter of home. But she wasn't 23, she was 38. And she was much more a mature and self-confident woman now.
And strangely, the more the man spoke of their rules and the invasive questioning to come, the stronger her resolve to stay became. It was as if she were daring herself to stay, to explore this secret life with her friend. Listening to the rules as the older man stated them only served now in sealing the deal in her head.
Her mind was made up.
She wasn't going anywhere.
"Yes," she lifted her chin, speaking now with a new feeling of confidence, "I'm ready, Sir."
She wasn't sure exactly why she had added the "Sir" at the end, she just felt it appropriate, and it came out.