Suzanne knew that everyone called her a hardhearted bitch but she really didn't care. Besides maybe they were right, even at a young age she had learned to put herself first over everyone else and it had always worked out OK so far. It didn't take her long to learn that an attractive redhead could take advantage over men and Suzanne used this knowledge to its fullest. It was the same in her relationships, as she took whatever she wanted never caring for her partner until this person would give up and break it off or she got bored. Even when it came to sex, if she couldn't get off first then no one got off. As far as she was concerned, she had never missed a thing and life was good.
That all changed when she met Brad. They met at a party held by someone she barely knew and she wasn't even sure why she had showed up there at all. Bradley Johnson was not only a beautiful man, he was smart but most of all he was nice. Their first date started as all of Suzanne's date went, as she demanded more changes in his plans he did as she asked. At dinner, she demanded a certain foie gras and when informed that the restaurant was out she grew petulant. When Brad suggested they leave for another place she acquiesced for another brand. Throughout the evening, he talked only of her and her beauty a topic she thoroughly enjoyed. The evening went so well that Suzanne invited him in and as a final test allowed him into her bedroom. She had no intention of having sex with this man on their first date but wanted to see how far she could string him along before turning him down. Brad was magnificent as they petted and kissed on her bed, never going too far or too fast. Finally, Suzanne became so hot she demanded that he please her orally and as he did, she soon learned that he was the best she'd ever had. After her third orgasm, she felt she needed more and asked him to enter her. He complied, then within seconds she had another orgasm and yet she wanted more. They made love for most of the night and she was saddened when he left in the early morning.
That day at work, she couldn't seem to get this man out of her head but she kept trying. All of a sudden, she realized she had no way of contacting him and now her only hope to see him again was if he got hold of her. Wait a minute, she thought why was she concerned if she ever saw him again, she knew this was not like herself and wondered what had changed. When she got home in the evening she received a delivery of flowers with a card simply signed, 'Brad.' This both thrilled her and upset her at the same time. She was elated that he'd thought of her but at the same time she was upset at herself for enjoying such a stale tactic.