He had the funds wired over to her bank account the same day she was to fly into Montréal. The agreement was this: from the moment she stepped off the plane until the moment she returned, she was to be completely under his command. After weeks of emails and online chats, he had finally convinced her to come out.
Although she had been wary from the start, his intelligence and erotic online persona had kept her intrigued and interested, something that was quite challenging for most men to do in "real time" with her. When he had finally offered to wire over 10,000 US dollars into her bank account to at least partially prove that he was not in jest about his desire to see her, she could only shake her head in disbelief. She remembered typing in her name, bank, and routing number to him, thinking to herself that there was no way he could try to defraud her, but that if he did send over the wire, she would promise herself she would fly out the next day.
When the wire had posted the next day, sent from the account of a Chris L. from a finance corporation in Dubai , her throat became dry as she recognized the level of sophistication required to avoid the numerous global financial tracking protocols that prevented such transfers from occurring without being investigated. She knew it was possible, and in fact, her job as a manager for a small financial trading firm in Chicago made her the most likely candidate to know exactly how and through whom Chris had made this transfer. "Was this a trick?" she thought to herself as she bypassed asking her assistant to make the plane reservations but instead placed the call herself. As she gave her credit card number to the agent, she sighed and thought, "Well, I'll find out in about five hours."
When she stepped off the plane, she looked around hesitantly to see if she would recognize his face. The gentleman who had been sitting next to her on the plane asked again if she would like to have dinner with him in Montréal to talk more about her firm and the kind of business she did. She smiled politely and declined, and though he was attractive enough to make her think twice, she also knew that "talking business" was probably the last thing he was thinking about. As she walked down the terminal, looking for him, she instinctively stopped and turned around.
Chris had been approaching her from behind, admiring her swaying ass and gorgeous thick black hair that swung seductively around her shoulders. She was the most striking Asian woman he had ever seen. Fairly tall for most Asian women he knew, the most unique feature about her was her chest. Her 5'7" frame held the most beautiful pair of tits he had ever seen. They rose up from her chest like large suspended melons, emphasizing the curves of her waist and beautiful ass. All her proportions were right, and even though she was not the smallest Asian woman he had ever met, her voluptuous curves and above average height cut a unique and highly desirable figure. If there was one word he could describe her with, it was "erotic."
She looked at Chris as he walked up to her and caught her breath. He was wearing a dark grey suit, perfectly tailored, with a beautiful red wine-colored silk tie. For one second, she had this image flash before her eyes of having her hands tied up in that tie. She could feel her thighs start to tingle and the familiar feel of her pussy getting aroused and wet. She caught herself and blushed wildly with embarrassment as he walked up to her. There was no doubt in her mind that she found him extremely attractive as she felt her heart start to pound in her chest.
"You have a most wonderfully charming blush on your cheeks, Nina. I am wondering what you were thinking of just now." He stopped and gave her a customary two-kiss greeting. As he leaned over, he could smell her wonderful scent of vanilla and roses almost steaming from her body. She trembled slightly as his lips passed close to her cheeks, causing them to flush even more. She replied, "I have this feeling you'll find out what I was thinking, and a lot more as the weekend continues."
She was pleased to find a limousine waiting for them as they exited the terminal. She was extremely nervous but completely aroused as Chris turned to her and asked, "Nina, do you remember that little exchange we had a couple of nights ago...my fantasy of seeing you doing a erotic performance at a club in front of a roomful of strangers?"
She recalled how wet it had made her and how for the rest of the next day, every time she thought of the details of his fantasy, she would start to flush and feel hot wetness soaking her panties to the point where she had to dry herself off periodically in the restroom.
"I remember it all, I haven't been able to get it out of my mind," Nina replied breathlessly. Reflexively, she tried to push all those images out of her mind. Years of conditioning in a fairly conservative social world had caused her to repress what was a frighteningly active libido. With Chris, it was almost an impossible reaction to have.
Chris watched how flushed she became when he asked her the question, feeling the temperature of his own body rise as he watched her chest rise and fall more rapidly as she became lost in her own erotic thoughts.
He moved closer to her, unbuttoning her jacket quickly so he could finally feast his eyes on her well-hidden mounds that curved prominently out from the opening in her blouse. Sliding his arm around her waist, and pulling her body closer to his, he drilled his grey-blue eyes into her own and in a half-command, half-whisper, told her that they were on their way to a "club" where he had arranged a special performance where she would be the main performer.
