It was time to go. Her Master has approved the very sexy deep V-neck top that revealed her cleavage and the short black skirt she has pulled on over her sheer black stockings. No stiletto pumps for her because she is in a wheelchair, but the black sandals looked fine. In fact, she was very pleased with the reflection in her mirror; but she was worried she would not be tempting enough to attract the stranger her Master has ordered her to seduce.
Her Master helped her into his car and they were on their way. He has given her money to pay for her drinks, confident she will not have to buy many and a key to the room she will use.
He stopped at the hotel, opened her door, helped her into her chair, inched up her skirt and ordered her to enter the club alone. He would follow in a few moments so it would appear she is there alone. She nervously shivered as she entered, even though the breeze is very warm.
What if she failed? Few men are tempted to approach a woman in a wheelchair.
She found an empty table close to the bar in the dimly lit club and moved a chair away. Everyone who saw her stared curiously for a moment. She should be used to it by now, but she wasn't. She has never gone into a club alone, not even before her accident.
How does a woman get a man to approach? Especially a woman in a wheelchair. She was never good at flirting. She was terrified!
She saw her Master walk past her and sit where he could watch.
The waitress took her drink order and she nervously crossed her legs and lit a cigarette. Maybe the drink will calm her a bit.
Someone put some coins in the juke box and played a familiar country tune. The waitress returned, she paid for her drink and sipped it while she wistfully watched the couples slow dancing. Of all the things she has missed since her accident, she missed slow dancing the most.
