Tracey paused at the apartment block entrance. What had seemed such a fun idea in the darkened club after however many glasses of wine, had become just a little daunting in the sober light of day! Breathing in deeply once, she squared herself, pushed open the door and went in, still wondering if she was doing the right thing and still wondering if she actually dare go through with it!
As she climbed the stairs to Steve's door she went over the events of the previous two weeks in her mind. Steve had been just another customer at the bar she worked in, but it turned out that he moonlighted as a painter and decorator, and having promised her husband that she would have the lounge decorated before his business trip ended, she had cultivated him. He had quoted her a good price, she had hired him, and the job was done. A day or so later, two nights ago in fact, he had come into the bar for a drink and to present his bill. She had chatted to him and laughed with him for much of the evening, supplying a couple of drinks "on the house" by way of thanks, and, finding she enjoyed his company, going with him after work to a nearby club.
It was there that he had made his suggestion. At first she was totally shocked, sitting in silent disbelief, but then, warmed by his good humour, and conscious of her bank balance, and drunkenly sure that she would not lose, she had agreed.
The suggestion? A bet! The toss of a coin! Heads, and she got all labour charges deducted, tails, and she paid with her body, his sexual plaything for one whole night! She couldn't lose either way, - he said, and that seemed clear enough through the haze of wine fumes, one way was cheaper, and the other way was fun, - he said! But, guess what, she had lost the toss and now here she was, standing in front of his door, come to pay her account. And strangely, the fear had gone, replaced by a new thrill of anticipation!
The door opened, giving her a new adrenalin rush, this was it, too late to back out now. She looked in at Steve as he held the door open for her to enter, hmmm, not bad looking, well built, dark hair and eyes, in his early forties to her late thirties, and only a couple of inches taller than her 5'7," -but seeming much more somehow with his forceful personality! He motioned her through to the kitchen.
"Coffee?" he asked.
They sat on bar stools, their knees nearly, but not quite, touching. It reminded her of how they had met, and brought forcefully back to her mind how she came to be here! He was speaking.
"Let's make sure we're clear, That door," indicating back into the hall and to the left, "leads to my bedroom, once you walk through there you are mine totally until tomorrow morning, and I do mean totally! You will do as I say, anything I say, when I say it, and without argument! If I tell you to strip off, stand at the window and show the street your cunt, that's what you will do! Got it?"
"Oh, yes, I've got it" she thought, that self same cunt suddenly filling with juices at the idea. But she didn't say that, somehow she didn't think he wanted to hear it, so she simply nodded dumbly.
"If you prefer, you can turn around, walk through the front door and then pay the bill in full" He looked at her and went on "Once we start there is no backing out, now is your last chance, Which door are you going to go through?"
The doubts had gone, there was no way she was going through the front door. Yes, the doubts had gone, but the butterflies hadn't, she could feel their wings fluttering all up inside her pussy, adding to the anticipation of things to come. She stood up, put the coffee cup firmly down on the worktop, deliberately walked through into the hall, pushed open the bedroom door and walked in, heart pounding!
Steve followed her through, closed the bedroom door behind him, leaned back on it as if to emphasise her imprisonment, and gazed openly at her body, drinking in the trim lines and causing her cheeks to flame to the open lust on his face.
"Right you little slut, time to pay your dues." His voice was suddenly harder and more determined than before. "This makes you a whore, you know that, taking money off me for sex, you've become a tart!."
The realisation that this was indeed so, only added to the deliciously daring feeling she now felt! She was, she felt, game for anything!
"Believe me" Steve was saying, "I worked bloody hard to do your room, and believe me, you're going to work just as hard to pay for it! I'm going to enjoy this, - and you just might!"
"Strip!." The word came as an order, one which she could not disobey. But she could not face him as she did so, gazing at the floor as she unbuttoned her blouse, slipped it off and unclipped her bra.
"Is he watching me" she wondered, half hoping he was, half hoping he wasn't. She slid her jeans down and stepped out of them, then hooked her thumbs into her panties and slipped them off, all the time holding her gaze firmly on the carpet, her natural shyness still holding sway! "Look at me."
She raised her face and found to her surprise that while she had undressed so had he, his state of arousal very obvious. He stood naked in front of her, revelling in the shock on her face! His erection was long, thick and obviously very, very, hard!
"Lie down" he said "pointing to the bed." She did so, wondering what was to follow. She soon knew! "Open your legs, show me your cunt"
She spread her legs slowly revealing the lips of her pussy to his gaze, the silly thought that she should have trimmed her pubic hair before leaving home momentarily flipping through her mind! As more and more of her sex came under his scrutiny and her legs went wider, seemingly of their own accord, her mind screamed "God, he'll see how turned on I am." But before she could worry his next command came.
"Spread yourself slut!, use your fingers, I want to see your clit." She did as she was told, adrenalin and arousal keeping her shyness at bay. He leaned forward and for a joyous moment she thought he was going to fuck her. But he simply stared at her glistening pussy.
"Now hold your legs right back so I can see your arse. I might want to fuck it later" Again she did as she was told, his orders leaving little option, but this time shame flamed on her cheeks. No-one, not even her husband, had ever seen her anus, let alone peered so closely at that puckered little hole and threatened to penetrate it!
"Ok, very nice, now stand up and turn around."
She stood with her back to him, seeing him take something from a cupboard drawer out of the corner of her eye. That 'something' soon turned out to be a blindfold and as he put it over her eyes and fastened it around her head she knew she was even more completely in his control. He turned her around with his hands on her shoulders so that her back was now to the bed, and then pressed her down, not too roughly, but firmly enough for her to be unable to prevent herself from sitting down on the edge of the bed. His motive soon became clear. Putting his hands behind her head he pulled her forward until she could feel the head of his penis against her left cheek. She raised her hands to grasp his shaft, but a sharp, "No! I'll tell you when!," made them drop back quickly to her sides.
He began to rub the head gently around her lower face, using one hand to hold her head still. She felt it move fleetingly across her lips and she began automatically to part them, ready to take it in, but it had moved on, leaving a little wet trail of pre-cum across her nose as it made it's way back around to the left cheek. As the new circuit of her face began this time he paused it on her lips, making her heart beat harder as she believed for the moment she could suck it. But again it moved on, tracing the same moist line around and around her face, pausing for a second each time to tease her mouth as it passed and making her want to beg for it to enter.
