Mina's fingers shook, partially from nerves, partially from disbelief. Her breath caught as she glanced at herself in the bathroom mirror -- her dark hair held back in a ponytail, her lips a deep rose red with lipstick, her eyes darkly enticing, their already charming colour subtly enhanced by the merest application of purple eyeshadow. She was stunning.
Her eyes flickered to glimpse her reflected body, and a lump caught in her throat. The two-sizes-too-small t-shirt squeezed against her chest tightly, almost grasping her breasts with taut, pink cotton. She'd never worn anything like this before, and Mina was astonished at how delicious she suddenly found herself. Narcissism struck for a moment, and Mina began to pose, halting as she caught the sight of her firm, round ass, embraced by her black leather pants as tightly as a glove.
A pair of firm points appeared on the shirt as her nipples hardened. If she wasn't looking forward to this nights scheme as much as she was, Mina might have considered looking at herself the entire night. There was something about the outfit, something so wonderfully different from the bland, conservative outfits she had to wear to work. Mina considered it for a moment, then licked her lips, smirking as realization dawned on her.
She looked like a slut.
Not cheap, not whorish, but slutty. This outfit showed off her body to anybody who cared to look, and it would draw attention. But paired with the seductive look of her face, it was more than a tawdry pleasure. It was a challenge, to anybody who had the spine to pursue her.
Mina raised her arms, folding them behind her head, thrusting her chest forward and admiring it in the mirror. The tip of her tongue slowly glided along her lips, but the hedonistic self-admiring was suddenly halted.
A pair of large but gentle hands slipped around her tummy. The arms that followed drew her close against a broad, strong chest that pressed itself against her back.
"Mmmmmm... hello, Master..." Mina whispered.
"Hello, fuckslave" replied a deep, resonating voice. Mina had heard some women's voices described as syrup. Her master, her owner, had a voice like rum -- enticingly dark, intoxicating. She could, and had, listened to that voice for hours, and it took little time for its owner to turn her into a slave to their mutual pleasures. That had begun years ago.
"How do I look, Sir?"
"Like a million bucks." A pair of lips kissed beneath Mina's ear. "How do you feel, Slave?"
"Excited. Nervous. I can't believe we're doing this... that I'm doing this."
A soft, warm chuckle drifted from her master, while the tips of his fingers lightly ran across her tummy. "I can. You were a horny little nymph before we met, after all."
Mina smirked as she lay her own hands over her Masters, sliding them up to grasp her tits. "A nymph without an outlet. A ny- ahhhn" The Masters thumb and forefinger had moved to pinch, then tug her nipples through the shirt, the thin, soft cotton causing him to use extra force. Mina loved it, letting out a soft purr of delight.
"No more talk, my pet. Talk about the freedom you've found in slavery any more, and you won't be leaving the house tonight. And it took you so long to work up the courage to do this. Took you so much courage to admit you'd always wanted to be a wild, unforgettable one night stand. And now you're getting the chance."
Mina's face flushed, her cheeks turning a bright red. She could feel the heat coming off them. "And you're really ok with this? With me finding a stranger, and being a nasty bitch with him for a night?"
"Mmm, we've discussed this, more than once. You know our arrangement." The Master suddenly released his grip on her. "And sometimes I need a night off anyway."
Mina turned around, looking up at her owner, smiling. His thick, dark brown hair slid between Mina's fingers as she slid her hands behind his head. His cool, piercing gaze met hers, and they closed for a kiss. Tongues caressed each other, the taste a mutual addiction. "Spending your night under all those medical texts... don't have too much fun."
A swat on Mina's butt reminded her not to be a smart-ass. "Now get going, girl. The night is young."
Mina smirked and slowly pulled away, her heart still racing as she left the bathroom, and walked towards the stairs... playfully exaggerating the motion of her hips, knowing her master would still be watching.
The bar Mina was staking out was not her usual place. This bar was almost a dive -- it had been a dive, then put money into renovations. It gathered an eclectic lot, no night ever having quite the same mix of people. She knew patrons ranged all over in terms of age -- she'd have her pick. She could find a young twenty-something college stud. Or an older, more experienced man. Or anything in between.
Mina sat in her car in a nearby parking lot, watching people who headed towards the bar, safely behind tinted windows. She judged the men -- and the occasional woman, for curiosity more than anything else -- waiting to see just the right person.
A rowdy group of college boys swung their shoulders in an exaggerated swagger as they neared the bar. Mina smiled, and briefly considered. Why did she have to have just one man? She could have all four of those young men if she wanted -- but then she thought better of it, thinking back to her lovers in college. Almost entirely disappointing. And without exception, stupid even when they were brilliant. Mina shook her head.
A man with hair slightly greying -- no, silvering -- walked by. He was attractive, yes, his slender frame garbed in well chosen clothing, but then Mina looked at herself in the rear view mirror, and reminded herself of her purpose as she looked at herself, knowing how hot and slutty her body looked.
This wasn't a night for class. This was a night to get totally and completely fucked.
Then, as if solving the dilemma for her, the man reached onto his ring finger, and slipped what had to be a wedding band off. Mina knew better than to wander into marital drama. And then, a new man caught her eye.
He looked to be about her age. Late 20s, early 30s, she couldn't tell just yet. His short brown-red hair was slightly wild, and he wore a smirk at all times. His beard was well trimmed, not excessive, something of a goatee. His body language was relaxed, and his actual body average. The clothes were tasteful, but definitely casual. If anything, he looked like a trickster archetype from some myth. Loki, if anything.
Mina raised an eyebrow. This one could be interesting. And there would be more men in the bar. Mina took a deep breath, and stepped out of the car. Tonight was her night to hunt. Her open toe, high heeled shoes click-clacked across the wet pavement, and it was with some amusement Mina noted that a couple men had both tried to open the door for her at the same time. She hadn't even finished crossing the street. The heady realization that her sexuality was so powerful was a welcome sensation. Mina enjoyed being her Master's pet, but seeing it from the other side, feeling the power that
