She twisted her finger nervously around a few loose strands of hair while speaking softly into the receiver. "Mr. Gamble, I must admit, I'm honoured that you are allowing me to do this story. Rumour has it you've turned down many a reporter."
"Do not feel that you are any better then anyone else, Cassie," he shot back cruelly, "Conceit is not a becoming feature in a woman" Feeling quite offended, Cassie decided against risking the story by commenting on his rudeness.
"Now," He said in a friendlier manner while still maintaining his serious demure, "you do understand, of course, that I have some conditions that must be met. If these rules are not followed, I will stop the interview immediately and you will not be permitted to return to the club. It is very important to me that you understand this. Do you understand this Cassie?"
"Yes Mr. Gamble; Of course. Anything."
"Excellent." he replied. She could almost sense his pleasure in her response.
Erik's S&M club had been the talk of the town since its grand opening just two months ago. Many local church groups were not impressed with the idea of a hangout that "promoted physical and sexual abuse." It didn't take long before the angry protesters started trying to block the entrances and began harassing his patrons. Erik eventually had to beef up security, but was pleased with all the free publicity. The line-up to catch even a small glimpse inside soon stretched for blocks.
That night was a sleepless one. Cassie tossed and turned madly in both anticipation and fear of the evening to follow. Her first meeting with Mr. Erik A. Gamble; the most sought after, controversial man she had ever had the good fortune of interviewing. She was NOT going to blow this opportunity.
The shower was most refreshing after so little sleep. The trickling water teasingly licked at Cassie's swollen pink buds, gradually reducing them into helpless little pebbles. Recalling her phone conversation from the previous evening, she felt a sudden rush of excitement surge through her body. Closing her eyes, her middle and index finger began to trail down slowly between her cleavage and continue their path over her belly. A slight moan escaped her as the two fingers grazed her smooth shaven pussy lips, then gently stroked at the sensitive clitoris. Returning to her senses, she halted the playful touch and quickly shut off the water concerned that she might be late if she yielded to her desires.
Her clothing was to be chosen with great care today, as she did not want to disappoint Mr. Gamble. His stern, insistent voice still echoed in her head "If you are to step foot in my club, you must dress appropriately. You are to wear your shortest skirt. If you have not a skirt that reveals your legs to at least midway above your knees, you are to buy one.Your shirt should be something dressy. A body-hugging blouse of thin material would be to my preference, but I will be flexible on that for now. You are to wear no bra. Your panties are to be white and bikini cut. To complete the look, I would be very pleased with the cliché knee-high stockings, garter, and stiletto heels. Call me old fashioned." And then he snickered at his own little joke. It was the first time in the whole conversation she had heard him laugh.
After much contemplation, Cassie decided on a short, pleated skirt and a form fitting white silk blouse. She undid the top three buttons then tucked it in to further enhance the ever-popular "schoolgirl" look. As she rummaged through her closet she thought to herself, "The canvas shoes will have to do." Grabbing her notepad and purse, she rushed out the door.
Once outside the club, Cassie introduced herself to a couple suited up gentlemen she assumed were the bouncers. The man who took her ID gave instructions to the other fellow to stay with her while he announced her arrival. Several minutes later, a tall, broad man with dark hair and strong jaw-line opened the door and motioned for Cassie to come inside.
