The panoramic lift glided upwards slowly, all to the way to the tenth floor where the restaurant was based. When she stepped out, Leila caught sight of herself in the glass door: tall and very slim, wearing a burgundy dress slashed to the thigh on one side, she looked like a model. Her Dominant was proud of her, she knew that. She hoped the couple who were meeting them tonight would be equally pleased with her.
After all, tonight she would be their toy.
They walked over to a booth at the far end of the restaurant, in the VIP area. On the way there, she saw tables crammed with couples and groups of friends enjoying an expensive night out. Waiters were carrying plates with Argentinian T-bone steaks and chilli margaritas, and speakers blared some Latino rhythm that made Leila think of Ricky Martin. Everything was bathed in the warm, orange light of corner lamps and candles lit on every table.
Leila looked straight ahead, not letting herself get carried away with the party atmosphere. She wasn't here for the party, for the fun of it. She was here as part of her submission for her Dominant, and she had a job to do. Her task: to please the couple they were about to meet, her Dominant's new business partners and friends.
When they arrived at the booth, they realised that the couple had already arrived. They were seated along one end of the rectangular table and talking to each other in a serious, private manner. When they spotted Leila and her Dom, the couple stood up. Everyone shook hands politely, exchanged smiles. It was a little bit awkward, or maybe it just felt that way to Leila, who'd never before done anything like this. She wasn't sure exactly what was expected of her. The couple were both tall and broad shouldered, the woman looked positively Amazonian. Leila's Dom had explained that the woman was a top lawyer, a King's Counsel in fact. But it was the man who was of the main interest, an IT genius whose programming skills Leila's Dom was intending to use to expand his crypto-currency reserves.
Once everyone was seated, the young waitress brought a bottle of Laurent-Perrier. Leila didn't remember seeing anyone ask for champagne. Did the couple already arrange it, before the meeting had even begun? Although she didn't usually drink, she accepted a glass. Her hand was a little shaky from the excitement of meeting two strangers who were soon about to dominate her; the thought was starting to make her feel wet.
The couples ate and talked small talk for the next couple of hours. The man's eyes didn't leave Leila's face. Not even the sight of her magnificent breasts, straining in the tight burgundy dress, was enough to pull his gaze away. Whenever she looked at him, he smiled, but she wasn't able to read anything on his face. She tried to smile back but her jaw felt stiff and she worried that her smile came across as fake.
At one point, Leila's Dom whispered into her ear that he wanted her to swap places with the other woman. 'Go sit next to Jasper,' he said. 'He wants to talk to you.'
Leila did as instructed. She stood up and waited for the other woman to vacate her place. Once the woman was seated next to Leila's Dom, it looked like the conversation turned to business. There was no sign of flirting, desire or anything sexual on either of their faces.
Jasper patted the seat for Leila to sit down. She obeyed, settling into his side of the booth. She felt uncomfortably full from the dinner and chastised herself for eating. She should have known better than to down a whole steak and a portion of halloumi chips, on the night when she had to expose her body to this stranger. She sighed and tried to put it out of her mind.
Jasper whispered something into her ear.
'I'm sorry, what was that?' Leila asked.
The man leaned in even closer. 'Open your legs', he said. 'I want to see if you're wet.'
Leila submitted. She bit her lip as the man's hand started to explore between her legs. He stroked her thigh, moving in closer, until she felt his fingertips on her clit, over the top of her underwear. She observed his other hand, lying still on the table. His fingers were long as if he were a pianist. He had tidy, trimmed fingernails with a slight shine, which made her think he must get professional manicures. It wasn't an unpleasant hand to have touching you. She wanted to close her eyes and give herself to the sensation, but she knew that everything visible above the line of the table had to look normal.
'Do you like to fuck?' Jasper asked her.
Leila found herself blushing. Why the question? She'd fuck him if she was told to, yes, in the way she would do anything her Dom told her to. But she didn't like to be asked about her feelings and preferences, which to her felt private.
'Erm, I guess so. I mean, who doesn't?' she tried to joke, to deflect from the seriousness of the question. Did she like to fuck? She's been fucking - or, rather, she's been fucked - since she was sixteen years old. She never really stopped to ask herself if she liked it. It was just something you did, as a woman - you let men fuck you. Being a beautiful woman, she had a lot of choice so she could be selective about who got to fuck her. But she often thought that everyone got fucked by somebody, you just had to find your match.
'Do I have your Dom's permission to fuck you?' Jasper asked.
She looked at him. 'Sir, you'll have to ask him that.' What a strange man, she thought. He knew the rules. Why pretend?
Jasper motioned to Leila's Dom that he wanted to speak to him and for a few moments the two men exchanged lively comments, which Leila couldn't hear from where she was sitting. At one point, her Dom burst out into laughter and nodded his head. Both men looked at Leila at the same time, and Jasper gave her a smile, not of friendliness but of barely concealed lust. He was determined to have her, she could see that.
When the men finished talking, Jasper took Leila's hand. 'Come with me,' he said and got up.
'Where are we going, Sir?'
'To men's toilet's,' he said.
Leila had to catch her breath from the surprise and excitement of this revelation. It was weird to think she had never, not once in her life, been inside a men's toilet. In fact, she'd always thought of it as a gross, dirty place where no self-respecting woman would enter, not even if she was desperate to pee. But this was a beautiful restaurant and she was sure that even the men's toilets were gorgeous. But best of all, they'd be full of men, and men is what Leila liked most in life.
Jasper led her by the elbow, over the main restaurant floor, through the maze of tables, past the bar, past the swing doors into the kitchen, down a corridor and finally to a door displaying the familiar sign of a male shoe. On the wall opposite, a matching door showed a woman's stiletto, much like the ones Leila herself was wearing.
Leila felt her stomach clench in excitement as Jasper pushed the door open and led her inside.
The first thing she noticed were the urinals. Three were occupied and two were empty. When they walked in, the men didn't notice but Jasper asked Leila to say Hello, gentlemen in a loud and clear voice.
She coughed to clear her voice, then said: 'Hello, gentlemen.'
All three men turned around and gave her a surprised look. One looked particularly uncomfortable. 'Excuse me,' he said, ' are you sure you're in the right place?'
'Yes, the lady is sure,' Jasper answered instead of her. 'There's a reason she's in here, and it's one that should make you gentlemen very happy. Take a good look at her.'
