Her whole body tense from a long day, Cherry nearly collapsed as the elevator rose, pushing her into the ground. She let out a long, gurgling sigh, deflating as she unbuttoned her snug, creased suit. Twelve long hours of managing accounts and personnel at a top-tier law firm was good money, but the burden of responsibility took a toll on her health.
She had been looking forward to this all day. The elevator chimed, and she stepped onto the landing of her boyfriend's apartment. Unbuttoning her collared shirt, she walked down the hall and opened the door. They had been going out long enough that she was comfortable helping herself to his apartment.
Cherry stepped across the threshold and kicked off her tight, stiff leather business shoes and walked into the main room, where Eric was sitting on his dingy old couch, recording another episode of his web broadcast. She wasn't impressed that he made a living doing advice channels on the internet, but learned to respect that he could support himself doing something he loved, evidenced by the alacrity in his voice as he gestured to the webcam.
"There's plenty of people in the world, and you'll find plenty that you're attracted to, but if you're smart and serious, attraction is no more important than-"
Letting her tightly-bound long black hair tumble down her shoulders, Cherry stepped up behind Eric and cheerily said, "Sorry I'm late!"
Turning around, Eric beamed a smile under loving green eyes. "Hey! Don't worry, I'm almost done." He turned back to the camera, ruffling his brown scarecrow hair as Cherry's soft, round face pouted. "Where was I? Oh yeah... communication! Very important."
Chewing her lip, Cherry turned and strode away into Eric's bedroom, her jacket and shirt crumpling onto the floor. She was used to this- Eric was so compulsively devoted to the rules he made for himself, she learned to work with the procedures. Kicking off her skirt at the foot of his bed, she stood at his dresser in nothing but a plain, white, cotton undershirt and panties. She pulled out a well-decorated strip of leather, then walked over to the mirror by Eric's bed to secure the collar around her neck.
She looked at herself. She'd gotten a tan from a beach trip with Eric weeks ago, and the stark tan-lines were barely visible through the shirt. She was muscular but stocky, and her C-cup breasts had always made her insecure growing up in a family of busty women. Biting her lip, she walked back to the couch. Early in their relationship, she'd admitted to Eric that she felt unattractive because all men liked skinny women with big boobs. He just smiled and said all women liked huge cocks and six-pack abs. Cherry smiled, remembering how she spent minutes insisting she didn't feel that way before she noticed Eric's wry look. He was always weird, but there was something there that she loved.
She walked up and stood behind the couch, her heart starting to race. Eric was still wrapping up his recording.
"...I don't like leaving consent to just a phrase or a gesture, stuff you might misinterpret or do by accident. To be safe, try agreeing on some kind of talisman- a piece of jewelry, an article of clothing, some kind of-"
