Walking over to my dressing table to splash on some French perfume I realized I was a little nervous. Tonight I was going out on my second date with Greg. I didn't know him very well. We met when I was downtown at the Powers Building, waiting in the reception area for my meeting to begin.
I remember he had been surrounded by men who seemed to be protecting him. They were listening attentively when he spoke, and one of the men bowed and hurried off to take care of a request he made.
I had been half-watching their group and it was obvious Greg was in charge. He was really sexy looking and the type of man who oozed confidence. Seemingly a successful businessman judging by his expensive-looking well-fitting suit and the ornate gold ring, inset with what I could see was a diamond. It was hard to stare without bringing attention to me.
His cell phone rang and when he answered it he walked over in my direction. As he was talking I caught his eyes on me. We smiled at each other and possibly would have said hello if I had not been called into the office for my meeting.
I remember what a surprise it had been a few days later to pick up my phone and find him on the other end. He introduced himself and said his name was Greg and that he'd requested my phone number from the man I'd had the meeting with. It seems Mr. Powers was a good friend and would do anything for him, including handing out my number. We chatted for a few minutes and I agreed to meet him.
Our first date was to a restaurant so popular reservations could only be accepted if you had the right referral and we had been quickly ushered in. He was treated with utmost respect, almost as royalty.They all called him Sir Gregore and the owner sent over a bottle of vintage champagne and Beluga caviar. I remember laughing when I asked him if he was a Prince.
We talked about so many things that night. Subjects ranging from the best restaurants in Little Tokyo, a couple of humorous stories about birthday parties to an interesting conversation about erotic fantasies and desires. I shared secrets with him I had never told another man. He had this way of setting me at ease. I felt very comfortable with him.
That first night when we were having an after-dinner cognac, a well-dressed, attractive dark-haired man stopped by the table. He bowed to my date, said "Master," which I thought odd, then he took my hand and kissed it. It was all very European. He had an unusual ring. Ornate gold with some kind of crest and in the center was a black stone. The two men spoke about some successful business arrangement.
I remember hearing the man tell Greg that he was anticipating another exceptionally pleasing arrangement, and the friend departed. But not before he again kissed my hand and bowed to my date.
"Sorry for the interruption, my sweet." he said. "He is a business associate and was thanking me for a loan I allowed him." "And the name he called you...Gregore?" "That is my formal name." "Hmmmm. Are you a man of many secrets?" Greg didn't answer me. He just leaned closer and pressed his lips against mine. Whispering "Just waiting for your discovery."
That had been our first date.
When Gregore called the other day he told me to wear something sexy and wanted to know if I owned a red dress. I said yes, knowing that I looked especially hot in that particular outfit and the red 4" high heeled shoes I wear with it were especially sexy. I stood in the mirror, turning around to critique my outfit - the way the strapless dress was tight around my waist, a slight flared skirt above knee length, how my breasts looked with a bit of cleavage showing with the very low cut squared neckline. I was wearing black silky thigh high stockings, a strapless black lacy bra pushing my two full breasts up, intensifying my cleavage and a black, barely-there thong made of imported lace.
I wondered where he would be taking me. When Greg called for this second date he would not tell me where we were going. Only that I should wear a red dress and high heels and to be prepared for a very interesting experience. He said a woman such as myself should allow herself discoveries. It sounded intriguing and I did have a red dress and he had really treated me well on the first date, so I agreed.
I looked at the time. He would be here any minute. Checked my lipstick and the doorbell buzzed. I gathered my wrap, purse, and headed out the door to the waiting stretch black limousine. The chauffeur was holding the door open for me and I slid inside where my date was holding two glasses of champagne.
"You look very sexy tonight, my darling, Michelle. That is a perfect outfit for this evening." We toasted to "discovery". After we had a few sips, he said "I want you to trust me tonight." "Trust?" I asked. "What are you planning? Where are we going?" I wasn't nervous, just a little curious. "We are expected at a private club and shall be there soon." he answered.
I sat back and tried to relax. My date looked very handsome tonight wearing a black tuxedo with satin trim, his dark hair perfectly in place. His green eyes were shining like emeralds. I caught a glimpse of diamond cufflinks on his crisp white tuxedo shirt and his cologne was subtly masculine. He was wearing the ring I had noticed in the reception area, the one with a rather large diamond setting. I could feel myself becoming intrigued by the evening.
"All right. I will trust you." I said and saw him pull out a black silk scarf from his inner pocket and fold it. He told me to let him put it over my eyes. Our destination was to be a surprise. He sat me back with the blindfold on and gave me my champagne glass. I was trying to listen for hints as to where we were, but the limousine was insulating us from the outside world. He said we were almost there, and we shifted to the right. I could feel the car slowing down.
"Is this it?" I asked reaching up to remove my blindfold.
His arm stopped me and he said "Yes. When we stop I will help you from the car and shall have you on my arm as we enter. There will be several people in the room. You will hear them but do not respond. Remain still until I say otherwise. Is that understood?" I said I understood in a voice peppered with concern and curiosity.
