Not Now

Monique looked around the conference table. The five men were all dressed in dark suits. The typical amalgamation of financial industry types that imagined themselves masters of the universe. Monique considered a couple of them attractive; though not near as hot as Tyler. The two women were wearing gray, knee length skirts and white blouses. The older, heavy set woman, Susan Matthews, was the firm's Chief Counsel. Monique was not familiar with the other woman but she was struck at how put together she was. She was beautiful in a professional sort of way. Her shoulder length, auburn hair was pulled back tight in a ponytail. Monique guessed her to be in her early thirties. She had striking, green eyes that shone behind fashionable rectangular eyeglasses with black frames.

"As you know Ms. Milan, most of our fund's investors are outside the U.S." Eric Knapp, the Chief Operating Officer said "they require a dynamic offshore infrastructure."

"Well Eric, our firm has the most robust offshore platform in Cayman and perhaps any offshore jurisdiction." Monique replied with a familiarity to match his formality. "Sanctuary Trust Company is not just a name plate at the post office. We have been providing top quality services to private equity firms and hedge funds for nearly fifty years."

"We are quite familiar with Sanctuary's history Ms. Milan." Shot the younger woman with auburn hair. "It is the regulatory environment in Cayman and the island's newly inked agreement with the U.S. regulators that have us concerned."

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch you name." Monique said with a polite hint of annoyance.

"Katherine Duco, Deputy Counsel." She responded curtly.

"Well Katherine, the regulatory environment in Cayman is not adversarial as it is in the States" Monique started "our regulatory commission works in close partnership with the industry to assure that Cayman remains THE premier destination for offshore funds and accounts.

Was that a wink? Did she just wink at me?

Monique asked herself.

Did anyone else see that?

She wondered as she felt a jolt of nervousness and blushed ever so slightly.

The rest of the meeting was uneventful. No big changes would be forthcoming and Monique promised to keep them apprised of any changes that may affect the status quo. The meeting adjourned and Monique gathered her notes, put them in her briefcase, and exited the conference room. Katherine approached her as she came into the hall.

"Monique, thank you for making the trip to Chicago." She said. "I hope I wasn't too rough on you in there."

"Not at all" Monique replied "I like to be challenged."

"I bet you do." Katherine said with the hint of a smile.

"It is a pleasure to meet you." Monique said awkwardly businesslike.

"The pleasure was all mine" she replied "and please, call me Kat, all of my close associates do."

"Well Kat, I do hope that we will become close associates." She said.

"I'm sure we will" Kat said "but first I may have a few follow-up questions if you happen to be in the mood for additional challenges."

Is she flirting with me?

Monique thought to herself.

"As I said, I enjoy a challenge. I'd be happy to answer any additional questions you might have." Monique said.

"Great. I'm in meetings the rest of the day. Perhaps we could meet over drinks?" She asked.

"Uh, sure, that would be fine." Monique said with a slight hesitation. She was seeing Tyler tonight and she knew he would get a kick out this when she told him.

"Excellent! I will meet you in the bar at your hotel at 8:00pm sharp." Kat said with a sly smile. Then she turned and walked away.

She did it again!

Monique said to her inner self.

She winked at me. She is coming on to me.

Monique walked to the elevator bank while playing the conversation over in her head. She was sure that Kat had been coming on to her.

What possible additional questions could she have?

She asked herself.

And how presumptuous of her to suggest we meet at MY hotel and at 8:00 at night! Tyler is going to die when I tell him.

She exited the office building, hailed a cab, and gave the driver the name of the hotel. In just over twenty minutes she was walking through the hotel lobby making her way to the elevator. When it reached her floor she exited, walked down the hall to her door, slid the key card in the door, opened, and entered. Tyler was at the desk in the back of the room typing something on his laptop. He looked up when she walked in noticing the funny look on her face.

"Hard day at the office?" He asked.

"I just had the strangest thing happen to me." She said.

"Tell me about it." He said.

"I think one of my clients hit on me." She stated.

"Well I'm sure it's not the first time Monique" Tyler said "you are a beautiful woman and men are dogs. I should know."

"Yeah, but that's the thing. It was a woman." Monique said.

"Now THAT's interesting!" He said with surprise in his voice "Okay, you've got my undivided attention. Details please."

Monique relayed the details of the encounter including the perceived winks and the arrangement of the date.

Was it a date?

She asked herself.

Certainly it wasn't a "date", was it?

Tyler listened attentively. When she finished he put his finger and thumb to his goatee and nodded contemplatively.

"So what do you think?" She asked him.

"I don't know. Without being there it's hard to say. But sometimes you gotta trust your gut." Tyler said. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm not sure what to do. I've never been with a woman." Monique said.

"Have you ever fantasized about it?" He asked.

"Sure, I think most women have that fantasy." She replied.

"And did you find her attractive?" He asked.

"Yes actually, I did find her very attractive." Monique said in response.

"Well okay then. I have an idea." Tyler said "call room service and order us up a dozen oysters and a couple bottles of champagne. We will have a little happy hour prior to your 'date'."

Monique smiled, walked over to Tyler, put her arms around his waist, closed her eyes, and leaned in for a kiss. His lips covered hers and she felt the stress of the day and the anxiousness of her conversation slip away.

"I knew I could count on you to take control" she said "Gawd, I love that."

He caressed her ass as she walked by him to the phone. As she picked it up and began to dial, he walked towards the bathroom and started stripping off his casual clothes. He would plan the details in the shower. He did his best thinking in the shower. It relaxed him.

By the time that Tyler had finished his shower and shave, room service had delivered a dozen Malpeque oysters laying on a bed of ice and two bottles of Veuve Clicquot. Monique had poured them each a glass. Tyler stood before her in nothing but a white, terry cloth bath towel. She admired his body as she reached out and handed him a glass of bubbles.

"To expanding one's horizons." Tyler said as they clinked glasses.

"To you pushing my boundaries." Monique replied.

After sitting on the bed feeding each other oysters and sipping champagne Monique rose and went in to shower. Tyler stayed on the bed a moment longer to finish his drink before rising and walking over to his suitcase. He reached in and grabbed his pile of neckties. He counted out four, then added one more and put the others back in the bag. He then pulled out his dopp kit and reached in to bring out a small bottle of scented massage oil. Monique meanwhile finished her shower and was applying her makeup.

"I am ready for you." Tyler shouted in the direction of the bathroom.

Monique went minimal on her makeup. The occasion did not call for much as she was not even leaving the hotel. She walked into the room to find Tyler still in his towel, five ties laid out on the bed, a bottle of oil on the nightstand next to the bed. She looked into his eyes and smiled.

Tyler laid a towel on the bed and motioned for her to lie on it. She lay on her stomach, looked to the left toward the window, and placed her face on the pillow. Tyler climbed on the bed straddling her body just below her ass. He grabbed the bottle of oil and poured a generous amount into his cupped left hand. He rubbed his hands together to warm the oil and then proceeded to slowly massage the oil into Monique's back and shoulders. He continued lower massaging her legs, her ass, her thighs, and in between lightly touching the outer parts of her vagina. When her backside was oiled and smooth to the touch he turned her over. Again he started up at her shoulders and neck area, proceeded lower to her breasts, her stomach, her legs, and back to her vagina. She couldn't help but feel aroused. His fingers slid over her labia and slightly penetrated her. She was wet for him and his oil slicked fingers.

Once Tyler was satisfied that Monique was properly oiled and relaxed he stopped, stood, and reached for his ties. With a couple turns and a twist he had fashioned a slip knot system that he placed on her right wrist. He cinched it tight and then did the same process with another tie on her left wrist. He then took the opposite side of the tie attached to her left wrist, and stretching her arm wide, attached the tie to the bed frame below the box springs. He then did the same thing to the tie attached to her right wrist. At this point her arms were outstretched and her back was pinned to the bed. Next he moved to her legs attaching his ties to her ankles. First the left, then the right. He left more play in the restraints on her legs so that she could twist and arch but her sex lay splayed before him.

"My, what a tight situation you have gotten yourself into Monique." He said with a smart ass look.

"I'm at a loss for words" she replied "tongue tied I guess."

"Oh, that's next my witty little sex kitten." He said. "I think we should start this scenario with you listening and watching more and talking less. You will have to find other ways to communicate your needs, wants, and desires."

With those words he reached for the final tie and used it to tie a loose gag for Monique's mouth. Then he stood back and admired his handiwork. She looked beautiful. So submissive and vulnerable that took all his willpower to not throw down his towel and take her right then and there. Instead he dropped his towel and walked over to his suitcase and pulled out a pair of blue, pinstriped boxers and pulled them on. Next he put on a black pair of dress socks, walked over to the closet, and pulled out a crisp white dress shirt. After the shirt he pulled out his dark grey suit. He pulled on the pants and tucked in his shirt. Monique lay watching him dress, gently twisting, and squirming. He walked back to his suitcase and reached in and pulled out another tie. This one, a black, textured, Armani design, he tied around his neck with a half Windsor knot. He stepped into his black Ferragamo loafers, pulled on his suit jacket, and turned to Monique.

"How do I look?" He asked teasingly. "No need to answer that, I know I look fantastic."

Monique lay wide open on the bed watching as Tyler turned and left the room. A sense of fear came over her.

What exactly was he up to? Why did he not fuck her? What was he going to say to Kat? Why did he leave her alone?

All of these thoughts and more raced through her head as her anxiety and sense of vulnerability rose.

Tyler took the elevator to the lobby, exited, and made his way to the bar. He looked at his watch, a classic Cartier timepiece, it was 8:15pm. He scanned the bar and he immediately spotted the woman that Monique had described. Her auburn hair was not in a ponytail but hung freely about her shoulders. She wore a black cocktail dress that hung around her neck, dipped low to show her ample cleavage, and stopped just above mid-thigh thus showing off her toned legs. Simple. Sexy. She stood across from the bartender facing the entrance. She was sipping a pinkish drink in a martini glass. Tyler walked directly over to her glaring into her eyes the whole way.

"Kat, I'm Tyler Fox" he said matter of factly "Monique asked that I meet you."

"Is that a fact?" Kat said with a hint of contempt. "And just where might Ms. Milan be?"

"She's tied up at the moment." Tyler said flashing his devilish grin.

"I don't have time for games Mr. Fox." Kat said.

"Then make time" Tyler said throwing a twenty on the bar to pay for her drink.

Kat watched with surprise as Tyler turned, walked out of the bar, over to the elevator bank, and turned back as if he expected her to follow. She stood there a moment contemplating the situation.

How arrogant could one man be?

She wondered.

Or was it confidence? He certainly was attractive, for a guy. I wonder what Monique I up to? Shit, I guess I'll play along and see where this goes.

And with that final thought in her head she rose and strutted over to Tyler, taking her time, placing one stilettoed heel in front of the other.

"I wanted to share some details with Monique." She said as she approached him. "I would appreciate it if you took me to her."

"Intimate details?" Tyler asked suggestively.

"Are there any other kind?" Kat flirted back.

They entered the elevator and Tyler leaned close to Kat, inhaling the sweet, citrusy perfume she was wearing, and after pausing, for just a moment, he pressed the button for the 12

th

floor. When the doors opened he walked out and kept walking down the hall. Kat admired the confident manner in which he strode down the hall and she admired the way he looked from behind. Tyler stopped at the door and waited for Kat to join him. With his hand on the door knob he turned to face Kat.

"I think you will be pleased with what Monique would like to share with you." He said with a sexy, tight lipped smile.

"Share with me? What is this? Show and tell?" She said teasingly. "That was my favorite game in kindergarten."

"Yes. Show and tell." He said. "Or something like that."

And with those word spoken he opened the door and placing his hand on the small of Kat's back gently pushed her into the room. Kat's eyes widened and her mouth gaped open ever so slightly at the sight of Monique gagged and tied to the bed. Within a moment she realized from the look in Monique's eyes that she was not in that position against her will.

"Oh my goodness. Monique, my darling, what have you gotten yourself into." She said slowly shaking her head back and forth.

"I'm not sure she can answer you right now." Tyler said. "It seems that the Cat's got her tongue."

"Well, perhaps this Kat can lend her hers." Katherine said as she turned from Tyler and strolled slowly to the foot of the bed.

"My, my, what a pretty picture you are." Kat said looking over Monique's naked body from her feet, to her thighs, her vagina, her breasts, and her eyes.

Kat kicked out of her heels and stood with her knees touching the bed. She was between Monique's legs. She reached out and, with each hand, caressed each of Monique's legs just inside her knees.

"Such soft skin you have." Kat stated.

Tyler had slid to the corner or the room and was seated in an oversized chair. He had grabbed a glass and filled it with champagne. Now he sat quietly sipping the festive bubbles and watched as Katherine effortlessly morphed into the role of dominant.

"I wonder what type of naughty things you must have done to deserve such treatment." Kat said to her newly acquired submissive. "No need to answer me. For in my eyes you are guilty until proven innocent." She continued. "And I plan to prove that you are anything BUT innocent."

Katherine stood, unzipped her dress, and let it fall to the floor. Underneath she was wearing a red 'After Midnight' bralette by Hanky Panky with the matching boyshort thong. Tyler viewed the scene as a patron might appreciate a painting. Her red panties perfectly accentuated her apple shaped ass. Monique silently enjoyed the view from the front. Kat's naturally voluptuous breasts seemed even bigger as they were pushed up and together by the design of the bra. The red fabric of her panties barely covered the landing strip of her freshly manicured pussy. Kat could see Monique smile behind the gag.

"Do you like what you see?" She asked Monique.

Monique shook her head, yes.

"Well I'm not so sure that you are as enthusiastic as I would like." She said "Perhaps a little twist of your nipples will encourage a more appropriate reply."

Kat leaned over and took Monique's left nipple between her right thumb and index finger. She stared into her eyes and squeezed, gently at first, then applying more pressure and twisting slightly. Monique made a vain attempt to twist her body away from her punisher. She made an audible gasp under her gag. With that, Kat leaned over and kissed Monique on her tie covered mouth. Monique closed her eyes and submitted to her.

"That's it my sexy knave." She said. "Your pleasure is at my whim. My pleasure is assured if you are to be freed."

She again leaned over but instead of putting her mouth on Monique's she breathed a hot breath into her ear, and slid her head lower kissing her neck and clavicle. With her hands she massaged Monique's tits interspersing gentle rubs with firm squeezes. She put her mouth on Monique's left nipple, sucking it into her mouth, and twirling her tongue around it as it hardened. She pinched the right nipple as she bit down on the left just hard enough to illicit a cry from the gagged girl on the bed. Monique was rocking side to side and thrusting and arching her hips upward in an effort to entice Kat to continue her sensuous journey to her most erogenous zone.

"Do you want something?" Kat asked taking a break from her kisses.

Monique nodded and looked down her body towards her pussy. Kat repositioned herself on her knees between Monique's legs. Her hands were on her thighs with her thumbs pressing into her legs right where her legs meet her pelvis, just inside the bikini line, ever so close to her vagina. She looked into Monique's wanton eyes and lowered her head stopping just centimeters above her pussy. After pausing a moment she blew a hot breath onto Monique's outer lips. Kat's lips were close, but not touching, her labia. Monique arched her back and pressed her labia into Kat's tease.

"Bad girl." Kat said before giving a slap to the inner thigh of Monique's right leg. "I want to hear you beg for it."

Katherine stood and removed the gag from Monique's mouth. Monique gulped a deep breath and started to say something but Kat stopped her by aggressively putting her mouth on hers kissing her deeply with her tongue. When she pulled way she replaced her mouth with her hand.

"You must understand that I remain in complete control." She said. "You will tell me what I ask but you will not speak unless spoken to."

"I understand." She replied nodding her head in agreement.

Monique's libido was on fire. The way that Katherine touched her, kissed her, and licked her was so different than that of a man. So different, though not necessarily better, than Tyler. It was the uniqueness of the experience, the tasting of the forbidden fruit that so turned her on and excited her. Her pussy was wet with anticipation. It ached to be touched.

Kat kneeled once again between Monique's legs. She lowered her head keeping her eyes locked with Monique's.

"What do you want sub?" She asked authoritatively.

"I want you to lick me." Monique answered.

"But I have licked you sub" Kat said "I have licked you neck. I have licked your nipples."

"I want you to eat me" she said this time "to fuck my pussy with your tongue."

"That's more like it sub." Kat said. "How bad do you want it?"

"I want it more than I ever thought I would." Monique said. "I beg you, eat my wet pussy."