It's a typical Friday night, I have no real plans and after dinner I head over to the hotel down town to listen to the Jazz band that plays every other Friday. I know the Sax player and he nod's as I walk in and look around.
It's fairly crowded and I see a stool at the bar next to a respectable attorney type woman who gives me a glance then looks away.
I am not the type of man who turns heads or woman notice right away but I do have a gift. It's a bit more than a gift, it's really an intuition. I can look at a woman and know if she is submissive. I didn't always understand this gift but today I respect it and use it with great responsibility. I would never use it to make a woman do something she wasn't comfortable doing, that is unless that's what she needed.
As I sit down and order a drink I catch her eye in the bar mirror and she briefly looks at me then turns her seat around and faces the stage. My drink comes and I turn around and face the stage and out of the corner of my eye I notice the Grey pleated skirt, the black hose and ankle strap heels.
I am intrigued. I turn sideways and look at her, she is wearing a button front cashmere sweater and with one button undone. I think to myself this is going to be fun. She has repressed submissive written all over her. I look her over from head to toe, not caring what she thinks, and she catches my eye and begins to say something dismissive, I am sure, and I say,
"Don't!"
"Excuse me?" she says.
"I said don't...you heard me."
I see the hesitation in her eyes.
"I don't know you and I have no clue what you are talking about."
I have her attention now and whether she will admit it or if she even knows it she is mine.
"Don't, whatever you were going to say, save it. I know you. I know what woman like you think and I know what woman like you want."
"I sincerely doubt that," she says.
I turn and look into her eyes, I don't say a word I just stare into her eyes. I can do this all night. She looks away and takes a big sip of her drink. I catch the bartender's eye and signal for another drink for her.
"Shall I tell you what you are Pet?"
"How dare you, I don't need this" she gets up to leave.
