A darkly dressed gentleman in his mid-30's sat at the tale for two, still alone but with the air of someone waiting for his company to arrive. He was tall, not really athletic but still had a good presence around him, Dark hair and brown eyes blended well with the dark clothes he was wearing. He sat browsing through the menu at first, and then later his phone as the restaurant buzzed around him. He was about halfway through reading article when he looked up and saw his date walking across the restaurant, wearing a low-slung white dress and matching heels. He put his phone down and stood, moving over to her as she reached the table.
"Lindsay?" He asked, cautiously.
She nodded once, standing in front of him, feeling his eyes scan her up and down. He motioned to her to sit, pulling out the chair for her as she sat down and then went back to his own seat.
Taking his own seat, he studied her for a second again. She was young,, he could tell, probably barely 18. Her hair was dyed blonde, you could see the roots showing brown. She was short but the dress filled out well, his eyes kept being drawn to the split between her boobs. He had to force himself to look at her eyes as he began to speak.
"Hello, Lindsay. My name is Matt, and the firm didn't lie when they said they had some beautiful providers on call, it would seem," he said with a smile.
"Thank you, Matt," she said with a blush and smile. She was still relatively new to the firm, this was only her third booking and while the first two had been nothing to write home about, this was the first one she had been asked to show up and have dinner with the client first. That was different, she thought, looking him over. He seemed confident in himself, which was a little different from her previous encounters. She caught him ogling her breasts in the dress and smiled a little bit before picking up her menu.
They sat in companionable silence for a moment as she looked over the menu, setting it down just as their waiter approached.
"How are you all doing today?" the young gentleman asked. "Drinks to get started?"
Matt ordered a fruit juice blend, not really into drinking soda or alcohol. Lindsay ordered a water and a virgin cocktail and the waiter disappeared. Once he was gone, Matt slid a small envelope from his pocket and pushed it across the table. "To say thank you for joining me tonight," he said, watching her pick it up and slip it into her purse."
"It does feel a little weird," she said slowly. "We are just having dinner tonight?" she asked carefully.
He nodded once, just as the waiter returned with their drinks. He ordered a big double burger and fries, she ordered a chicken caesar salad with extra dressing. The waiter disappeared again.
"Yes, just dinner tonight, I'm afraid," he said, looking at her carefully. "I wanted to have a chance to meet you and explain what our arrangement would mean for you. I want you to know that once i spill all the details, if you would like to say 'no, thank you,' i am okay with that, and you will still receive a five-star rating from me for your employers. So please don't think that you are obligated to say yes," he paused, watching her reaction as he paused. He saw a slight line of confusion appear on her forehead, and then continued.
"Especially now that I've seen you, Lindsay, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to try to put my dick through you. And if you agree to see me again, believe me, I will do exactly that. I've never really been one for slow, vanilla sex," he said with a laugh, sliding a picture across the table. The picture was a grouping of sex toys, including a flogger, butt plug, cuffs, rope, clamps, a collar and a few other things Lindsay didn't quite recognize, holding the picture and blushing.
"You want to use these on me?" she asked quietly, studying the picture so he couldn't see the blush on her face.
"Yes, and probably a few others that are not pictured there. You should know that when you are with me, you are mine, and I will take whatever I want from you, and it may not always feel good. " He let her study the picture for a moment before continuing. "The most important thing for you to know, however, is that the entire enterprise is based on your consent. Without it, there is nothing. If you decide to have me as a regular client, you will have a safeword, and you have my solemn vow to honor it, should you ever use it. I like to have fun, yes, but it's no longer fun if you are not willing to participate."
Listening to him speak about consent, she put the picture down and studied him closely. She had fantasies of being tied up, controlled, things she had never really had a chance to explore with anyone before because most people either were too vanilla or couldn't last very long in the bedroom.
Seeing her studying him, he continued. "You are absolutely gorgeous, Lindsay, and I would do everything in my power to have you drooling, begging for release from me like a good little pet," he said, pausing as he saw the waiter arriving with their food. He disappeared again after setting their plates down.
They ate in silence for a few minutes, she was contemplating what he had said to her, letting her mind drift a little to the possibility of having some of her fantasies fulfilled. The cash helped, she thought, but he was very direct about what he wanted, and it made her pussy tingle a little bit. She might do this without the cash. She pushed her mostly finished salad away, and sat, looking at him as he finished his food.
