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.
