It was a hot summer's day when Alita awoke. She could feel the sun blazing through the window, it's heat in stripes across her body. She looked across at the clock and realised it was time she got up. Today was going to be busy.
She selected her favourite lilac halter neck top and her tight black jeans from her wardrobe. Omitting her underwear she pulled her clothes on. Then walked over to her dressing table. She brushed out her long black hair, which reached just down to the small of her back. She lazily streaked on her dark eyeshadow and the black mascara that accentuated her dark Latin eyes. She knew she looked hot. She slipped her feet into the calf length black boots that gave her just that extra bit of height and glanced in the mirror. She looked great!
She picked up the keys from the shelf and the phone and walked down the stairs. Her ass moving gently up and down as she walked. She knew that men looked at her ass whenever they could, heck, she deliberately wore jeans this tight because she loved to feel those eyes on her ass. She wondered what they would think if they knew.
She reached her car and climbed in slowly, then started the engine and drove to the edge of the town, to a little industrial estate. She passed the huge units with their smoking chimneys and pulled into a smaller unit at the end. A sign to the right of the door instructed her to "Ring bell and wait" She did as requested.
The door opened and a cute blonde women with bright blue eyes stood there, dressed in a tight white leather skirt and an electric blue bra.
"Alita?" she asked.
Feeling slightly nervous Alita nodded and followed the woman as she walked down the small hallway and into a room. Alita glanced around, all looked fairly normal, not what she had expected at all. Although she noticed something odd about the wall directly in front of her, she couldn't quite work out what.
The room was painted in a soft apricot colour, white couches lined the wall to her right, whilst to her left sat the blonde woman who had answered the door. In front of her was a large mahogany desk where a very good looking man sat smiling at her. He has the darkest eyes Alita had ever seen, like pools of dark chocolate. She smiled nervously.
"Hello" he said. "How can we help you?"
"I-I-I-I-want to l-l-l-learn what pleases me," she stammered, holding out the advert.
"ah, I see. I'm sure we can arrange that for you. Please, sit down next to Saira over there, she will explain to you what we can do for you."
Shaking she walked the few steps to the couch where the blonde sat. Saira reached out a hand and drew Alita to her.
"Relax honey, no-one is going to hurt you, but we are going to give you plenty of opportunity to learn what really gets you hot. It's fun, and at any time you can leave, but trust me, you won't want to!"
Alita nodded, too scared to speak. She'd been working herself up to this for days, ever since that huge argument she'd had with Dave last week. He'd never really understood her total lack of experience, the fact that she had never even touched herself until they got together and that she really did not have a clue how to make herself cum. She was embarrassed even thinking the word. Dave had insisted she was frigid, stupid and useless in bed, and left her.
Then, just two days later she'd had that magazine slipped through her door, she didn't know by whom. She'd glanced at it briefly, but her eyes had been drawn to the advert and she couldn't take them away. "WE GUARANTEE TO IMPROVE YOUR SEXUAL CONFIDENCE AND ABILITIES." It had proclaimed in large bright red letters. Please dial this number.
So she had, and had been told to come here at this time. So her she was, sitting on the sofa next to Saira and feeling sick to her stomach, wondering what would happen next.
Minutes passed but they felt like hours to Alita, sat there shivering at the thoughts in her head. Then the door opened and the man walked back in. He stood in front of Alita and held out his hand. Gingerly she took it and he pulled her up and stood her just in front of him. She took a moment to take in every inch of his frame.
He was tall, about 6'2", with dark hair shaved very short. His eyes, which had been the first thing she'd noticed about him, were framed by the longest black lashes she had ever seen on a man. His mouth was soft yet firm, with lips that seemed to call to be kissed. She began to feel some of her fear slipping away in that moment.
Releasing her hand her walked away from her and touched the desk. The back wall of the room began to move and fold away revealing a large bed, with black silk sheets and white pillows. Silver glinted on the headboard and footboard but from where she stood she could not make out what the glinting was.
