"Where to next Ms. Natchios?"
Miki Lee sat in the comfort of her white stretch Limousine, still parked along the curb in front of the Warehouse Clothing and Toy Gallery known as "Fetish's". At the time of his question she was digging into a bag of her purchases and was withdrawn from reality at the moment. She was entirely too giddy inside to accept any outside communication. She knew that in the trunk area of the Limo she had dozens of bags of clothing and accessories. This was suddenly Christmas morning in Heaven. Although it still nagged her as to where she was going to hide the new gifts. Lukas had told her to keep what she could safely hide from her Father. Lukas would take care of where the remaining stash would reside. She hoped in a way that wherever that might be wasn't some seedy shack in a bad section of the city. Her standards weren't extravagant but she still wanted to feel safe. Her faith in Lukas her online Master was growing but the fact remained, she didn't truly know this person. Her thoughts were troubled. They would need to have a long talk soon.
Matthew her driver once again leered back through the one way glass at his passenger, "Ms. Natchios?"
Still she was lost in her emotional thoughts. Amazed by the Automaton Mannequins that had come to life within George/ Charmin's Warehouse. He was such a gifted individual to have created such a work of Art. One that came to life in a massive Orgy right there in the store. This masked her own personal sexual encounter with the Black God Lawrence, a mere employee. He was a pure pleasure indeed. Her exhibitionist ego satisfied while customers watched her being fucked by him. She was shivering still from the excitement of it. So much so that she was still horny. The unfortunate side was that her body reeked of sex. He had pelted her entire backside with his cum. She could only mask it with perfume she had purchased within Fetish's. It helped. To a point.
Withdrawn Miki finally allowed Matthew to pierce the veil of her thoughts. The third time was the charm.
"I'm deciding Matthew. A moment longer please."
Her red dress was becoming an uncomfortable annoyance. As beautiful as it was on her she was becoming more and more fond of the idea of no clothing at all. Ever. Impossible she knew. It was her fantasy though. Fidgeting she took out her cellphone and types Lukas through his burner.
"Where should I go now, Maestro? Georgy sold me tons of toys and sexy clothing."
"Looked like you had a good time." He returns.
"You know I did oh Voyeur Supreme. I'm still horny."
"There is always your Driver. You did get his hopes up earlier."
"I did didn't I? Where should I take him? A Hotel?" She ponders the possibility.
"Right there in the Limo."
Miki liked that idea, "If he wants to I'm game. Where should I tell him to go park?"
"Digital parking meter is paid up ala Bank of Lukas."
Her eyes flare up realizing what he insisted, "Right here on the street? Okay. I can do this. I'll text you when we're done for directions."
Without waiting on another reply she rests her cell on the seat and looks up at a patient Matthew.
"Thank you for being so calm Matthew. How would you like a reward?"
Through his rearview mirror he eyes her with curiosity, "Reward Ma'am?"
"Yes." She beguiles him with a devilish smile, "I seem to recall I offered to let you get me naked earlier. Care to join me back here?"
Before he could answer she hears her cell ping beside her. Taking a breath to look at it she squirms in her seat. Lukas informed her, "Do not ask. Consume him."
Eyes flaring at his command she nibbled her lower lip. She did enjoy when Lukas pushed her.
Matthew had mulled over the shock of her request, "I don't know. I really like my job."
Another text distracts her slight disappointment. Lukas gave her fuel to create the inferno.
"Offer him a months salary then crawl up to his cab. Seduce him."
No reply needed she knew Lukas was watching her. Turning her attention toward Matthew she seductively removes her dress while in her seat. Her eyes never once abandoning Matthew's closely observing gaze. He was nervously adjusting his tie as she lifted her dress up between pinched fingers and drops it to her feet. Her newly acquired stiletto heels set aside for freedoms sake.
"So much better. Don't you think?"
Nodding with a timid smirk Matthew expels, "Yes, Ma'am."
She prowls like a stalking Panther toward the cab from across her comfort zone. She notes him sweating even with the air conditioning running full force. His eyes were glued to her advance. Going so far as to tilting his mirror to keep her in the frame. His thoughts were simple.
"Don't turn her down."
Reaching the one way glass he loses sight of her hiding below the ledge. Seconds seemed like forever as he held his breath. Never in his life had he known a woman like this. A Goddess of perfect flesh. Gentle Asian features around her eyes and bone structure. Her Mediterranean complexion creating a masterpiece of a woman. Tight body, sleek curves. Her hair like spun black gold. Pristine lips made for kissing. And, more. God had broken the mold on this girl. He missed her. Where was she?
There fluttered a left hand creeping up behind him. This well manicured hand teased the back of his neck with barely taunting fingers. Frolicking amid his scalp on its journey North. Coaxing his drivers cap to topple forward over his brow to capture its fall. Her touch sent sensations South of the border instantly. There could be no mistaking it. Matthew was well endowed.
"Matthew?" He hears her sensual tone.
"Ma'am?"
"I've decided to reward you with a months wages. How does that sound?"
Taken by surprise he grins sheepishly.
"You don't have to do that Ma'am. They pay me well. Thank you for the thought."
