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Character
Sophie de Honne (born Sophie Ducks)
Age : 30 years old
body type : a delicate mix of mainly caucasian with some visible drops of latina blood giving an always tanned skin. 5'9'' and slender. 34b breasts. And long legs.
hair : curly dark hair
eyes : clear green and piercing
Job : none as she got everything through her husband's large amount of money
Hobbies : shopping, movies, reading, music, going out in high end clubs and restaurants, etc.

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A few days after my 30th birthday celebration, as my mind get less dizzy, I took some time to think about my life. And of course, it was also because of the coming surgical that I had those thoughts. How everything had changed since my youth as a tomboy in that little rural town. it wa sonly in late teenagehood that i changed my mind and accepted my feminity completely. nice clothes, makeup, taking ccare of my body, all that irrupted in my life. And also the first boyfriends. But I kept calm, compared to some of my wild friends. But I still was missing something, and I think that I was never meant to live in that town.
It was only after high school that everything changed, when i met my dear Emmet. It was pure luck for me. He was surely a bit older than me (only 8 years older in fact) bt far more richer. Yes, Emmet de Honne, the famous investor, and he wanted to spend money in some fields around my town in order to expand his estate empire. He was going to build new rich residencies here. And we met. it was love at first sight. Yes, his omney and wealth were important too. but Emmet is so nice and cute and gentle. I couldn't do anything else. This was pure romantic story as we were soon married (against my family agreement) and I moved with him to the city. And I discovered a whole new world. In which I was a star because I could buy and obtain anything I wanted.
After the first few years, passion began to go down and Emmet was more and more often at his company, so I went on with my living without him, going out, aprtying. But never ever cheating on him although I had many men running after me. In fact, I never really enjoyed sex in my life, so I wasn't missing anything. I became a famous customer in many expensive clothing shops and my face was reknown among the clubs and at the opera house. I was a part of the jet set, of the high society. And my life was so great.
And then came my 30's... 30 years old! That sounds strange, makes me feel older. But... Yeah, perhaps I'm a bit old. Yes, I'm flattered everyday by cohorts of smaller peopple just jealous of me. I'll have to do something about that. That's why I took that surgical appointment. The surgeon will do a couple of things to give youth again to my skin and curves.

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Days have passed and I'm back home. my body hasn't changed a lot. less fat on the hips, smoother skin, a few things here and there, just enough make me feel young and bright again. I need to make something about ti all... And the best way would be to buy new clothes. Perhaps something a bit revealing in order to show myself aorund. No one could get me except my husband of course ; and he very rarely wants me, and that's fine with me. But just having those gazes at me is great. I lov ebeing the center of attention.
I called the driver and entered the car towards downtown.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Damnit." I cursed into the phone roughly, lounging back in my desk chair. "Call me if his bid falls through." I hung up the phone dejectedly, knowing the result despite my last statement; it wouldn't fall through. His bids never did. And so I, Trevor Soume, once again lost a building to the famous Emmet de Honne.

I didn't have it bad. Despite my relative anonymity outside of my own office building, I was one of the top real estate tycoons in the city. More then enough for me and my next two generations to live comfortably off of, assuming nobody decided burning money was the next get rich quick fad. But it wasn't enough. I wasn't built to come in second, wheather it was for ten dollars, several thousand dollars...or millions. Winning was in my blood, and upon making it to this new city I was determined to have it all.

Even though I'd been a relative newcomer to this town at the age of twenty seven, I wasted no time making inroads. Now, ten years later, I stood almost on top of the world here. But no matter how hard I fought, what kind of tactics I used, who I paid off...Emmet won. Not only did he beat me, he seemed to do so honorably. A good man, he was. Which pissed me off even more. Every deal he seemed to let me have was only to let him grab a bigger one. The tallest building in a block ceded so he could buy the buildings around it. Giving up a great location to grab the best one. Emmet knew the game and played it better then anyone.

I reached down to tap the intercom. And as if that wasn't enough....

"Marie, I'll be on lunch."

...he had the perfect wife.

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I wandered outside the building, still wearing my light brown suit and pants, blue shirt, and red tie. Although the big players knew who I was, I preferred to live a private life when possible. A fact that was about to come in very handy. You didn't have to be rich and flaunt it everywhere. His wife was beautiful, doting. The party girl who never cheated. The tabloids ran stories, sure, but they never got anywhere, simply because she never went that far. Why would she? I didn't think Emmet was much to look at but it didn't matter what I thought. Only what she did.

My vision drifted to the left and to the right as I watched the people milling about. My steps were slow; people watching was one of my favorite things to do. Beautiful women, especially for a single guy like me. I found my gaze drifting to the storefronts, my hands fidgeting in my suit pockets, with my cellular phone and one other item.

Over the last few weeks, I'd come upon an idea. If Emmet or his tacics could not be overcome, then perhaps it was time to look for a weaker spot in his defenses...my thoughts turned to the other small device in my right pocket. The one that might finally change my luck against Emmet.

And provide me a bit of fun along the way.

 

[teasingSophie]

I began with the shoes store. A very peculiar place where I always left a lot of money. They had taken the habit to be more than gentle and nice with me. They knew me, they knew how much money I could spend. And they knew that one of my visit could make their week...
So when i passed the door, with the driver on my heels to carry the packages ot come, I was welcomned warmly and politely. I moved around the shelves and everything. i knew that eyes were darted on me, not only to be the one who would sell me something very valuable. but also from the men who were fantasizing about me. I had been told more than once in here that I was beautiful, and one of the younger guys once even was bolder. That was amusing.
So I took the option to try on two different pairs of heels. One had a rather simple deisgn, not very high, black, discreet, but of a much reknown brand. The other one was a shiny red, rather pointy and tall thing, adorned with glittering little stones. I was seating on one of their comfortable armchairs and they had brought me a coffee. I extended a leg under my dress and one of the ladies kneeled in front of me, taking my shoe off and placing one of the new ones...

 

[Bevatoria]

Paying off people to beat Emmet was one thing; it was hard to do and never worked when it did. Paying off surgeons, however, was another matter entirely, and the reason that this device now sat in my pocket.

To the untrained eye, it looked like a cell phone or a small, small tablet. What it did, however, was control a device. A certain something I'd just paid to have surgically implanted into Sophie de Honne. A while ago, a friend of mine had claimed to invent something that could raise the arousal levels in females on command. I scoffed at it at first when he said he'd only tested it on rats, although he'd claimed to want to try it on women; he'd just been unable to find willing patients.

When I found out that Sophie was going in for surgery, I acted swiftly. Money to pay him to build one for me, and a device to control it, followed by more to pay off a surgeon to implant it in her. Clean and simple, even with something so untested, although even as I had put the plan into action, I had no idea what to do with it. It was the device that led me to her now; a shoe shop a couple of blocks away. I'd gotten a gps device added to it as well; hiring a private investigator to follow her would have been easy enough but there was no sense involving more people then necessary. Right now, it was just me, and her, even if she had no idea about the control I now wielded.

I frowned as I stared at the screen. For all I know my friend had conned me; and without thinking; maybe he'd just sold me a refurbished cell phone and he and the surgeon had both been in on it. I wasn't still a few minutes away from the shop, and even though I couldn't see the affects on it, I turned the 'arousal level' up to 1. It apparently had five levels on the default setting.

 

[teasingSophie]

trying on the shoes, I felt it nice to see a young girl that way at my feet. I suddenly had a nice little idea and parted my thighs, She now could only see upwards along my legs in stockings to the panties I had under. I felt some heat inside me as her gaze fell there, as she blushed completely and looked down again at the shoe, putting on the other one. Then I stood up and walked to a mirror, one of the men wainting there for me. I walked towards him and stood very close on his side, my hip brushing agains thim.
"What do you think of these?" I asked him.
I felt him gulp and look at me in the mirror, trying to keep his gaze at my feet.
"Yes madam de Honne, it suits you perfectly."
I leaned closer to him, movng to whisper in his ear...
"And do you feel it makes me sexy?"
I was struck at this. How could I have said this. I never never talk that way. That couldn't be. Impossible. Although I did say it and when I looked at the guy he was redder than my shoes and fumbling with his words. I stared into his eyes, bitting my lower lip, discovering how sexy he was and that a young stud like him should be hot...

 

[Bevatoria]

I walked briskly down the street; a couple of quick turns to get the shoe shop. My pace was no strange thing along the busy city streets, as I was far from the fastest person looking to get from place to place. With my shades on my head, and my device in my hand, I was simply another high wheeling businessman who couldn't look up from his phone. A state of affairs that would soon change as I walked into the shop.

The object of my manipulation was being tended to by a young man, leaning in close to him. I moved to the other side of the store, quickly inclining my head to the approaching salesman; I had to draw little attention to myself in order to stay inconspicuous. It was something easy to do in the crowded streets among thousands of people who could care less, but in the middle of a store where sales was the only thing that mattered, I would have to be more careful. With quiet movements, I went towards an aisle of men's shoes, halfheartedly looking them over I watched Sophie from afar.

I wasn't as interested in what she was saying, and as tempted as I was to turn up the meter one more notch, I just wanted to watch what she did....

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"And do you feel it makes me sexy?"

The salesman blushed at her forward comment; he'd been caught gazing at his customer, and the way she bit her lip was so sultry. Just having her in the store was making him uncomfortable, but her looking right at him, the look in her eyes, was reducing his comfort level in more then one area...he hoped it wouldn't be obvious, but he fumbled in his reply.

"Of course, Madam de Honne." A helpless look away, as his selling instincts kicked in. "We have some lace up heels you could try on, if you'd like." As he brought them over to her, intent on making the free-wheeling wife spend more of her money, the thought of him helping her put them on never occured to him...

 

[teasingSophie]

"mmmm, those are nice, really..."
I took one in my hand and caressed it, myfingers running up and down the heel itself.
"Just would have to wear it with a shorter dress to show the lacing..."
I looked at myself in the mirror. My dress was nice, pretty, but not sexy enough I thought. She was white, simple. Going down just under my knees. The cleavage was hiding enough of my breasts, leaving only the very birth of them visible, held up with thin straps.
I turned and went back to sit on the chair again, leanign a bit back. I lifted my foot and the young guy was already kneeling in front of me. I put my foot on his knee, and I pulled my dress upwards to give him space to lace up the shoe. So the dress was almot at the top of my thigh, and I catched his gaze darted at my silky white panties under. That was nice, I smiled... and felt the heat grow higher, being watched like that.
I shifted my position on the seat and let him took the shoe off and put the other one, he began to lace it up.

 

[Bevatoria]

I watched as the nervous salesman showed her another shoe; a set of heels with lacing on it. The way she smiled at him, brushed up against him, even the tone of her voice seemed to have heat on it. I could only hear the last thing she said, but it was enough to make me move a bit closer.

"Just would have to wear it with a shorter dress to show the lacing..."

So whatever I was doing was affecting her judgment. I looked down at the device, wanting to just see a bit more. I didn't come out with any kind of a plan, but seeing her behavior around someone she'd never met affected my judgment. I flicked the arousal level up to '2', just after the salesman knelt in front of her, and watched. Just to make sure she was amenable to the idea of some guy she'd never met removing her stockings...

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"mmmm, those are nice, really..."

The salesman gulped at her manner, and at her agreeing with him. "I'm glad you think so, madam." He held up the laces like some sort of trophy. "You're okay with the lacing...?"

"Just would have to wear it with a shorter dress to show the lacing..."

He couldn't help but look her over once, her dress showing off her body well; white straps on her shoulders, going down to her knees. "I'll...help you put them on." He knelt in front of her, gently removing her shoes as she daringly put one leg on his knee. His gaze unintentionally went to her panties, and he gulped, knowing she'd seen where he was looking.

"Um...I don't think we can put these on over your stockings. You should..." His breath caught in his throat at her reply; had she really asked him to do that? Wordlessly, and lustfully, he slowly started to peel her stocking down her leg. First, the right leg, his hands enjoying travelling down her smooth thigh and calf. He looked at her smoky eyes as he grasped the top of the stocking on the leg that was on his knee, his gaze going back to what was between her thighs as he took off her other stocking.

Never had he done anything like this in the middle of the store; something was mindbendingly wrong about it, and yet he found himself captivated by her bare feet; her long legs entrancing him before he remembered what he was supposed to do.

 

[teasingSophie]

I loved him taking off my stocking... Then his hands moved upwards to the second. Without looking around, without thinking about possible people looking, i grabbed his hand as he was at the top of my second stocking, and i pulled it slightly upwards, placing it on my panties. They were hot. THey were damp. I wanted ... No, I NEEEDED some release. Soon. I placed his hand so that he couldn't avoid to feel my moist lips under the panties I parted my thighs a little bit wider and looked down at him, giving an inviting smile with a blink of the eye. I leaned forwards towards him...

- Do you have some private pleace around this shop? Restrooms or something?

 

[Bevatoria]

OOC: Our salesman now has a name.

IC:

As Brad went to remove her second stocking, blissfully unaware of how this innocent shoestore encounter was devolving into something else entirely, he was surprised by her hand grasping his, pulling it higher...he gasped as he felt the wetness, his hand firmly on her panties now, shocked by how she would want him to-

"Do you have some private pleace around this shop? Restrooms or something? " Her voice was deep, needy, and he gulped as she parted herself for him. She was smiling, and her eyes were lustful. Brad couldn't disengage himself, couldn't move, so fearful was he of losing his job, of doing anything...

"There's a couple of restrooms at the back, Miss." He tried to stand up and gently disengage himself, leading her to the bathrooms at the back, stopping stoically in front of the men's, waiting for her to go inside the women's so he could...'relieve' himself inside of the other one, needing some kind of release of his own.

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I watched as the device continued to take its toll on her as she parted her legs, letting him take off her stocking and leaning in to him. Judging by the embarassed look on his face and the lustful look on hers, I had some idea of what she was asking.

Still, as they went for the back, my hand hovered over the controls. Did I want to push it further or pull back? I took another look at their retreating forms, and eventually I made my decision.

 

[teasingSophie]

The guy stopped in front of the men's restrooms, so I opened the door and entered, pulling him in with me. He was so tempting, a young stud that would surely be nice for a good fuck. It had been so long since my cunt had needed this as much as at that moment. In fact I never needed it as strong as at that moment. I pulled him in a booth, pushed the door behind, and pinned him agaisnt a wall. I moved tight against him, kissing him, and my hands already busy on unbuckling his belt, opening his zipper.

 

[Bevatoria]

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. On level 3 she was overcome with lust enough to want to pull someone she'd never met into the men's room, and it wasn't to do her nails...and it had two more levels on it! It was too much for me; as much as I longed to walk in and to take her myself, it was far too soon; a simple revenge fuck would leave me without any leverage against my rival, or against the wife. One private rendezvous would be frittered away with how much Emmet loved her. I had to make it much, much worse.

I walked down the aisle slowly, vowing next time to give her fewer places to hide as I contented myself with imagining what she was doing...

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Brad was a little shocked when, instead of making her way into her washroom, she shoved past him into his, pulling her with him. "What-" he started, stumbling with her as she pulled him into a stall, shoving him against a wall. Another attempted protest was stopped by a demanding kiss on his lips, and he gasped in surprise and shock; his body was starting to overwhelm his mind's desire for secrecy, the panic he was feeling at being discovered...and at her urgent hands against his belt, his pants. He could only briefly pull away from her assault to whisper.

"Madam, please..." He could never have dreamed about having this woman wanting him like this, and his manhood strained against his boxers; he could feel it more exposed as she worked on him. The fear increased his arousal as his hands gripped her shoulders; half to push her away, half trying to push her away, and half pushing the dress off of her shoulders.

 

[teasingSophie]

I wanted it now, urgently, my cunt was lamosta ching from desire. I pulled his cock out, stroked it a bit. I felt him fight with his hands. Wa she pushing me away? Or awkwardly pulling down my dress. Anyway, I used one of my hands to lift my dress and I also lifted a leg against his side, thus placing my groin agaisnt him. At that moment I could feel his hard throbbing manhoos against my panties, pushing towards my wet and wanting cunt.
I broke the kiss and my mouth went to his hear, whispering "Fuck me, right here right now, make me cum I want it". And I nibbled at his earlobe, bitting at it a bit, grinding my cunt against him, rocking my hips harder...

 

[Bevatoria]

This vixen had driven him to the point where he no longer cared. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, the word 'consequences' and 'losing his job' were being flaunted, but right now, this hot, teasing harlot had pushed those thoughts behind the most urgent one: satisfying his need for her. Her hand was warm around his length, and he groaned at her taking him out so quickly. Fear driven hands become desperate ones as he pulled her dress down carelessly, exposing her bra-clad torso to him.

"Fuck me, right here right now, make me cum I want it"

Brad did his best to oblige his customer, pulling her panties down only enough to give him access to her dripping sex; one hand going for her hair, the other for her breasts as he thrust into her. "I'll give you what you want, you dirty little slut." He'd always watched her in the store, but never had she come on to Brad like this...she'd always kept her distance. Nothing inside of him gave any thought to her change in attitude.

All that mattered now was fucking her senseless.

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I couldn't go inside and risk having them discovered, but putting an ear to the door let me listen in to their activities; I heard enough to know exactly what they were doing. She'd been pushed beyond all rational thought and he, of course, was going with it. Who wouldn't?

I'd turn it off soon. Well..maybe not too soon. No sense to make her completely lose control at the first shop I tried this at. While wondering what pushing the device up to full power would do, I made my way back out into the main foyer of the store, getting ready to take her off of her high.

 

[teasingSophie]

he pushed my panties down, I helped him and the little white cloth was soon hanging at my ankle. When he drove his manhood towards my cunt, I placed my arms around his enck and suddenly lifted myself, circling his hips with my legs. I had us turned aorudn in the same move and I wa snow pinned between him and the wall. And his hard cock entere dme. I was so wet it slid in easily. I felt his hands lifting me, under my butt, firm. I began to ride his cock, a wild ride of primitive pulsions, pure lust guiding me. It was so great to feel a cock stretching my walls, sliding inside me, burrying itself in my cunt. It made me raise the ladder towards climax. I groaned louder, panting, my breasts in bra only pressing against his chest. Oh yes I wanted him to make me cum, and we sure would succeed soon...

 

[Bevatoria]

I couldn't let this go on any longer. Not that I would likely be able to stop what was already in motion, but my intent was not to make her a cheating harlot in one day. No, I had to leave hints, bread crumbs for the public and for her clueless husband....simply turning the device on and leaving it at 5 would likely finish her, and while it would be really fun to watch I hadn't had any fun with her yet. No, I wanted to use this power I had gradually, even if it was much more potent then I'd originally intended.

After waiting another moment, I turned off the device inside of her entirely, wondering how she'd react to it...

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Entangled in lust, and in sexual fury, Brad pounded her into the stall wall, the sounds of their bodies slapping together and their moans and gasping audible in the cramped room. Getting discovered didn't matter (as unlikely as it was, very few actually used the washrooms in the store), the obvious signs of what they were doing didn't matter, her being the wife of a rich socialite didn't matter. All that mattered was their need, his need for her, and her need for him.

"Take it all, you..." His thrusts became more urgent, more needing even as the thing responsible for creating her need for him stopped, but he didn't care, his arms holding her up and against the wall as he took whatever he wanted from her. A free hand snaked around her perfect body, feeling every part of exposed skin he could reach as he wondered how long this dream would last.

His eyes were still enclouded by lust, and hers...seemed different then they were just a short moment ago. Not that he noticed, as the feel of her around his hard length was still the same as he got close to his climax, and she to hers....

But the device had stopped a short while ago.

 

[teasingSophie]

I leaned agaisnt his shoudler, bitting in as I was submitting to this pleasure and I was feeling the climax coming...

And...

A shock
A sudden blur
Like a whole bucket of cold water falling on my face
Like a sudden awakening form a magnificent dream into a terrible reality

I... I shook my head, feeling strange... this... What...? What was I doing? Where was I? How? What the hell.... I screamed, a terrible scream of fear.
I screame d and pushed that guy back. That guy, he was... fucking... me... And ... how the hell? I... he should have drugged me or something!!"I pushed him back, jumping to the floor, screaming. I pushed my dress down, pulled the top upwards, and ran outside of the restrooms, scremaing for help. my panties were hanging from my calf at one foot, and I was holding the top of my dress more or less correctly. I was feeling ashamed, bad, naughty, disgusting. I screamed of rhelp, and a young woman working here came to me. I realized I was in a shop... my usual shoe shop. I yelled at her and she called for the manager, but I was gone before he arrived, yelling that they had a guy who had tried to assault me and that there will be consequences, and everything. Near the entrance, my driver took me and walked me quickly to our car, letting me sit at the back and immeidately driving away.
I was there on the seat, shaking, tears at my eyes, trying to regain my consciousness, to remeber what happened... Breathing deeply, focusing, trying to go through the midtsts of that drug... or... there had been no drug. I saw myself exposing my upper thighs, parting my legs, I saw myself invitng him... and I realized he had just followed. I realized that I had done this, provoked this. But... But it wasn't me, it...
I cried...

 

[Bevatoria]

It was almost as much of a shock for Brad as it was for her.

One moment, he was in bliss, freely exploring and taking pleasure from a woman's body, one who had given herself freely to him, coming on to him in the middle of a store. He gasped, close to bottoming out into her...and the next, she was yelling, jumping off of him and frantically trying to move away. His hands pawed at her desperately but she was far too gone, and he was far too weak. She stumbled out of the stall, and out of the store, leaving Brad fumbling for his own explanation as he desperately tried to straighten himself up, in a futile effort.

He met a confused coworker and a fuming manager out in the store. "She-she came on to me first!" he desperately said, trying to keep his job...thought at least he wouldn't be charged with anything, as witnesses did attest to some of his story.

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I grinned as I watched the chaos unfold. In a game like this, the job of one mere shoe salesman would mean nothing to me; small stakes against the bigger prize to be claimed. Still, while I had no guilty conscience in the matter, two small details gnawed at me.

First, at how public a scene it was. There was a lot of attention being paid to this particular shoe store right now, and while nobody noticed as I slipped out the front exit, eventually it would be paid if I pushed things too quickly. Maybe I could try gradually letting her down next time...or letting the encounter finish. I had a lot to learn about how this device worked. And secondly, that I had to see more of her debasement. If I was going to make a scene, I could at least get a better show out of it. It wasn't time for me to get involved just yet....I watched the GPS on her, wondering if I'd get a chance to watch her again or if she would be scared by her experience and go home for the day.

 

[teasingSophie]

I asked the driver to pull me to a hotel. I arranged myself in the car, putting my clothes in place. I coukldn't go home right now, impossible. With my ceelphoen, I ordered a room in the hotel, and then i orederd some clothes from an online store through my smartphone, a quick delivery to that precise room. I couldn't keep in those clothes. I had to change them, to burn those down. I leaned ot the driver and asked him not to tell anyone anything about this. Although I knew it would be in tabloids and on some papers quite soon. I had to think about it and built a story, say something that could be true.

But at that moment, i was so lost in my thoughts and feelings that i couldn't make something solid about it. I just needed to shower and change my clothes. get rid of the dirty stuff. Clean my mind at the same time.

 

[Bevatoria]

Very interesting. She'd stopped at a hotel. Being the boss had it's advantages; lunch hours could turn into two, into the entire afternoon if I wanted it to. I worked evenings and weekends; hell, most of my long lunches were business meetings, even impromptu ones. Nobody from my office would question if I was out the rest of the day. The only question that dogged me was whether I should stay out? Was it worth it to try to torment her if she wouldn't show herself?

To give her respite, or to show her there was no escaping what she was...or at least what she thought she was. I eyed the control, drinking in the power it gave me...there was a coffee shop near the hotel. I'd stop there and plan my next move.

Let her think she could get away, that this was a one time thing. And then when she showed herself again...when I could watch her degradation...

 

[teasingSophie]

As soon as I closed the door behind me, i took a deep breathe and get rid of all my clothes and underwear, lauching them the farthest possible. And I ran to the bathroom, turning on a hot shower. I stood under it and let water run over me, on my skin, I washed myself, cleaning myself. Everywhere, trying to take the nasty off me. i was feeling so bad... and I was sure I had not been myself for a moment.

I moved out of the shower, drying myself, taknig time on my hair. I put the towel aorund me and ooked at my face in the mirror, thinking back about it, trying to readjust the pieces of the jigsaw of my memories. What had happened? I did all this. I did it willingly. Without anything or anyone forcing me. I was perfectly concsious of what I was doing, from the begining. And in fact, i did loved it. Until... Until all of sudden I relaized what was happening. but yes it had been pleasure. But... No, that was not possible. That attitude. I wasn't that kind of woman.

Someone knocked at the door. And a woman announced herself with the clothing from the online shop...

 

[Bevatoria]

Okay, I can admit it. I'm not a patient person.

She was so close to me, and yet so far away. I ordered my coffee and sat down, trying to enjoy its flavor, to await Sophie's next move out of her room. Which lasted all of about five minutes before I got up, cup in one hand and 'phone' in the other, walking into the hotel. I often had meetings here, so it was not entirely uncommon for the staff to see me here; the person at the front desk simply nodded at me. What was uncommon was my destination; into the elevator I went, up to the floor with Sophie's room.

This was a bad idea; I knew it even as I made my way there. What could I possibly hope to accomplish? Secrecy was my aim, and while the staff here would give me discretion, anyone else would not lay the same courtesy. The very persona I'd built, one of secrecy and privacy as to who I really was, would doom me. Getting caught doing anything mildly inappropriate would get me into real trouble, and I had to be careful.

I lounged as I got off the elevator, pretending not to know my way before moving down the hall. Another turn, and I saw someone else; I ducked back around the corner, peering again as the woman knocked on the door to her intended destination.

Sophie's room? Apparently she'd ordered a delivery of some sort. It mattered not what to me, as I peered back, seeing her walk inside. Leering down at my device, I pushed the level back to 1...

 

[teasingSophie]

I welcomed the woman with a mild smile that surely looked like a grin. I didn't really wanted to see someone, but I knew she had to make me sign papers for the order. The woman was a young one, early 20's, a simple brunette wearing casual pencil skirt and blouse with jacket. She came in with the package and I motionned her to lay it on the bed. I closed the door behind her.
As she passed by, I smell her perfume, and it was a nice one. Very nice in fact. I looked at the way she walked, the swaying of her hips, her long legs in stockings moving down to her heels. The way her ponytail was swinging along her lsender back. She was a very sexy one, probably had her lot of men crawling at her feet. When she leaned forward to lay the package on the bed, her skirt clinged to her curved, her butt, and I suddenly had the thought of her nice body bent that way in a more... naughty goal. I licked my lower lip.
I wondered what was going in my mind. I had never been atrracted to women. But at the same time I was wonndering if she could fullfill the desire I was begniing to feel. Yes, a desire... deep there in my lower belly. Something hot and tickling inside me.
Still in my towel only, my hair still wet, I came towards her. She stood up and turned to face me, taking her papers. I smiled at her.
"Could you tell me the name of your perfume? I just can't put a name on it and I find it really... attracting."
had I really said that? Had I really thought that? A rush of fear flowed through my veins. Was I again... acting... as someone else? I wouldn't have dared tosay something like that. not that way. I... Oh no. But my body wasn't answering. In fact my body was sending different messages that were already dizzying my mind, making me think of how sweet she must be, and how much I'd love to kiss her.

 

[Bevatoria]

Chantelle walked into the room with her 'work smile' on her face; it wasn't unusual for her to be making a delivery to a hotel, but the urgency and speed at which she'd taken this order was something new. Still, working for a delivery service this upper class meant she'd do whatever her employers wanted. Not exactly the job she'd hoped to have right now, but if it paid the bills while she worked on her masters, well....

The woman who greeted her, clad in only a towel, motioned her to the bed, and she found herself relaxing a bit. She'd always felt more comfortable with women then men while delivering; something about seeing what people were wearing before they put the items on made it more..intimate. As instructed, she laid the items that this 'Sophie' had requested on the bed; she bent over without thinking to do so, the sway in her hips coming naturally with her comfort level.

She pulled the papers out for Sophie to sign, but the towel-clad woman took a step towards her, her mind clearly not on signing anything.

"Could you tell me the name of your perfume? I just can't put a name on it and I find it really... attracting."

Chantelle blushed at the question, even with as grateful as she was that it wasn't coming from a man who was trying to put a move on her. "It's...Eau de Dolce Vita." she replied flawlessly. "If you'll sign here, please...." She placed the papers on a nearby table along with a pen so Sophie could sign them. As the other woman did so, she shrugged off her jacket, folding it on her arm. "So warm out today, I don't know why I bothered putting this on.."

Chantelle peered over as Sophie signed the receipts, stealing a glance at her exposed legs and shoulders; she's so beautiful! "Do you need anything else?" It wasn't as if Chantelle had anything else here to deliver, but it seemed like the question to ask.

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The woman entered her room, and once again, I bemoaned my luck. I'd already turned the device on, and yet there was little chance I would get to view what was going on. Still, the opportunity to torment poor Sophie was here, and while I dared not linger on this floor too much longer, I had an idea of what would happen, and that was enough for me.

I carefully exited the hallway, turning the level up to 2 before getting on the elevator. Let's see if she gets any other 'special services' from the delivery woman.

 

[teasingSophie]

I leant over the table, pushing voluntary my butt back, and signed the papaers. Then I stood up and faced the young woman. She had taken her jacket off, and there her blouse was clinging to her curves, making her more delicate. I could even see the form of her bra. I bit my lower lip and walked closer again...

"Do you need anything else?"

I was now very close, looking at her... I put my hand under her chin, pulling her delicate face up to lock our gazes together.

"What's your name, sweetie?"

I saw the embarassed look on the young girl's face, but she answered. And she blushed too, so cute.

"Chantelle, that's a very lovely name. You know it's the name of a brand of delicate lingerie, my dear? I may say that I's love to see it on your body because you do look so beautiful."

I let a second pass, a second of more embarassment for Chantelle.

"Yes I need something else, my dear. I really do need you to touch me, caress sme and lick me in the best possible way, and to return you the favour."

Saying this in a whisper, I untied the towel and let it fall, exposing my naked body to her.

And in my mind I wondered for an instant if I was going crazy. How could one say that? Even dare to think that? And how could I, violently straight, have this kind of thought and moreoever this kind of words getting out.
But Chantelle was su beautiful, I wanted her, i needed her. The growing heat from my cunt was terrible and pushed me to this. Unable to control myself, i leaned and kissed her...