Alex was so pleased with how Abigail had redecorated his home; he wanted her to be present when he showed it off. This wasn't the first time a client had requested this and she happily agreed. She dressed herself in a long, jewel blue, silk dress with spaghetti straps. She loved showing off her creamy, white skin. She wore her dark brown hair up to show off her long neck. She kept her makeup light, accenting her blue eyes with peach tones. Finally, she applied dusty rose lipstick to her full lips. There was a part of her that hoped to come home with a potential boyfriend, as well as additional clients.
She worked the room with confidence, collecting business cards for possible jobs. The many different work opportunities excited her, but nothing else at the party did. Abby went over to tell Alex that she had a lovely evening and was going to go home. As they were saying their goodbyes, she felt a hand on her left shoulder, traveling down her arm and sending shivers up her spine. She turned to see who was touching her...
He was handsome in a subtle way. Clean-shaven, medium build, had manicured features and strong hands. His touch was soft yet firm. His eyes were the most striking thing about him. Abby could feel them pierce her soul. She trembled slightly and he must have noticed by the way he looked at her. What Abby also noticed though was the way people at the party reacted to him. It was as if his presence commanded the attention of everyone in the room. He smiled at her. It was brilliant and inviting, but Abby could sense a trace of something wicked behind it. She was instantly intrigued by him.
"Jeremy!" Alex exclaimed, "I was starting to think you weren't going to make it." They shook hands.
"I almost didn't," said Jeremy, looking Abigail up and down, "but I am certainly glad I could. This must be your wonder girl."
"Jeremy Lee, this is Abigail Kensington." They shook hands and Abby felt a tremble run through her body. Time seemed to stand still and she couldn't find her words. Finally, she mustered up the nerve to speak, for he made her feel so nervous; she was unsure of the reason though.
"Nice to meet you Jeremy. I take it Alex has mentioned me?" Abby inquired, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Yes he has." Jeremy replied, "He speaks very highly of you. I must say though, the way he described you certainly doesn't do you justice." Abby tried not to blush. He turned to Alex. "Why didn't you tell me how beautiful she was?" Alex shrugged, trying to look innocent, winked at him and walked away. "Did I overhear you tell Alex that you were leaving?"
"Yes." Abby said, instantly regretting it, seeing the look of disappointment on Jeremy's face.
"That's a shame. I am in desperate need of an interior decorator." Abby could feel his eyes trace her ample bosom. His eyes shot back to Abby's. "I definitely like what I see so far." Abby could feel herself blushing this time and hoped that Jeremy didn't notice. He took a business card and a pen out of his jacket pocket. He wrote on the back of the card and handed it to Abby. Jeremy's gaze held hers so intensely that Abby couldn't take her eyes away, even to look that the card in her hand. "Come to my place tomorrow night, 8pm sharp. My address is on the back. If this conflicts with a previously made engagement, call to let me know. My office and home numbers are there as well. We have much to discuss."
Abby found herself speechless again. So she simply nodded and smiled. Jeremy touched her arm again and walked away. Abby drove herself home and put herself to bed, feeling like she was in a trance. What had just happened? She had never reacted to a man like that before. Jeremy was all she could think about as she drifted to sleep.
She went to work the next day feeling distracted. She spent the whole day thinking about her meeting with Jeremy. She put together a portfolio of her best work, hoping it would impress him. Abby couldn't shake the feeling that Jeremy had been flirting with her. She was most likely wrong. Her mind flashed back to the feeling that went through her body when Jeremy touched her. She could feel her pussy become moist. Abby shook the thoughts from her head. She had obviously been too long without a boyfriend.
When Abby got home, she had a light dinner and a quick shower. She dressed herself casually yet professionally, in a white dress shirt and a pair of black jeans. She kept her hair down and used very little make-up. She set herself to work on a few rough ideas that Jeremy might like, just in case there was nothing in the portfolio that peaked his interest. She wanted to show him she could work from scratch if the situation called for it. Abby got so involved in brainstorming ideas that she lost track of time. She looked at the clock, grabbed what she needed and ran out the door.
She arrived at Jeremy's house at 8:10pm. She hoped this didn't reflect poorly on her business manners. She knocked on the door... nobody answered. She knocked again... nothing. Abby began to walk back to her car. She would leave Jeremy a message when she got back home about rescheduling.
Suddenly she heard: "Tardiness and impatience. We'll have to work on those." Abby whirled around to see Jeremy standing in the doorway. She looked at him quizzically. "Come inside please." Jeremy smiled.
Abby entered the house, somewhat cautiously, and looked around. From what she saw so far, Jeremy's place was already immaculately decorated. Maybe he just wanted a change. "I want to apologize for being late. I was sitting at my desk...." Abby began. Suddenly Jeremy placed his finger over Abby's lips, leaned into her ear and whispered, "Shhhhh. We will deal with that later." He moved his hand down to Abby's back. "Shall we sit?" He led her to the couch in the nearby living room.
"Your house is beautiful." Abby complimented, "May I ask what you would like changed?" Jeremy smiled at her and Abby noticed that something wicked show itself briefly. He put his hand on Abby's shoulder and slid it down her arm. The same feeling shot through her as it had at the party.
"I never said I wanted to redecorate," Jeremy said softly, looking deep into Abby's eyes. He noticed Abby about to argue and interrupted. "I said I was in desperate need of an interior decorator. I want you, Abby. You have the makings of an ideal slave. I want to train you and take you as my property. Let us begin, shall we? Kneel. Now."
Abby felt her brain explode in a mixture of confusion, incomprehension and ... excitement? She sat there speechless. Her? A slave? What kind of person did Jeremy think she was? He watched intently as Abby struggled to understand what was going on. He could sense Abby's confusion, but could he also see a glimmer of interest? Jeremy could tell that Abby would be a great slave after some training and he wasn't going to give up this opportunity.
"What?!?!?" Abby finally spat out. She couldn't get past that word, 'slave'. She could feel herself becoming angry. Abby sprang from her seat. "How dare you! Who do you think you are? First, you bring me over here, pretending to be interested in my work. Then you tell me that you want me to be your servant. You have a lot of nerve." Abby reached down, grabbed her portfolio and turned to walk away. Jeremy stood up and held her arm firmly, pulling her back to him. "Let me go!" Abby demanded.
