CHAPTER 2: FISHING FOR TAIL
Cori got up at 7 the next morning, showered and dressed in a red bikini that her old friend John back at the Body Shop in Georgia would have called a "nub rub". She had never heard anyone but John use the term, but it was just one of his many good-old-boy sayings. When she asked him what it meant, he had explained, "Well, sweet thing, about the only thing that scrap of fabric is covering are your nipples and your clit -- your three nubs. And it's so damn tight, it's gotta be rubbing something."
Well, regardless of what you called it, Cori knew that a bikini like this was guaranteed to please any man. While this suit was different from the one John had seen months ago, the concept was the same. The top consisted of two rubbery little pieces that reminded Cori of scraps from a busted balloon. Each piece was just one inch from top to bottom and about three inches wide -- just enough to cover her nipples and little else. They were connected by angel-hair thin versions of spaghetti straps running from breast to breast, then tying around her back between her should blades. No strap went around her neck. The tautness of the straps and the firmness of her breasts were more than enough to hold her C cup tits high on her chest.
The bottoms were no more modest. The same angel-hair straps snaked between her ass cheeks, dove between her legs and came out the front, rising from her mound and tying high on her hips. The only covering was a slice of fabric that ran from the base of her pussy slit to the top of her blonde landing strip. It was just wide enough to cover her pussy lips and was far too tight to even attempt to conceal their puffy shape.
She matched the red suit with a pair of red stilettos which strapped around her ankles. She put her hair in a ponytail, tying it with a red bow and applied some candy-red lipstick. That was the extent of her preparation. Cori's natural beauty did the rest. She didn't need any more makeup or hair products. She didn't need any jewelry -- although she was wearing her belly button ring as usual -- and she didn't need any fake push-up bras. She knew she was lucky in that respect -- but, as she had come to realize, never looking "normal" could also be a curse.
But Cori didn't feel like this was one of those cursed moments. Cori found herself energized and oddly excited about the coming events. No, contrary to what every guy seemed to think, she wasn't a cock-crazy slut who just couldn't get enough. She wasn't feeling horny at all and Sam certainly didn't attract her. She was excited because she felt like she had a purpose for what she was doing. There was no shame in it because the ends justified the means. Gerald's job was saved and his future was enriched.
As she strolled slowly across the beautifully manicured grounds, aware of the eyes of the early-morning joggers and maintenance crew following her seductive moves, she reflected on how important it was to her to be of service to others. She loved to please. Many people did and were rewarded in their jobs as social workers, teachers, etc. Cori would love to do that, too, but it just so happened that time and time again, the way people wanted service from her was through scenarios just like this. Her beautiful, incredible hard body was built for sexual performance and visual pleasure. She wasn't ashamed of that one bit.
With that pep talk still going strong in her head, she knocked confidently on Sam's door, standing with her hands behind her back, thrusting her tits out, her legs shoulder-width apart -- fully on display for him. No, Sam didn't deserve this, but Gerald did.
"Well, hello my beautiful pet," Sam said, letting his eyes roam over her body hungrily. He was wearing only a white terry-cloth robe and had clearly been awake for a while, anxious for his morning treat.
"Good morning," Cori said in cheery voice, trying to convey to him that she wasn't scared or intimidated or reluctant about what she was doing. Guys like this got off on control, she knew, but he wasn't the physically dominating type. She knew he would get his kick by playing mind games with her, trying to keep her off balance, make her feel uncomfortable and vulnerable, ultimately submitting to her big strong man who would protect her, make her feel all safe and warm -- and then fuck the holy shit out of her, for which she would be eternally grateful, of course.
Just being around him for a few minutes in the meeting yesterday had given Cori a good read on him. He was arrogant, smart and felt like he could get away with anything. That made him dangerous is a unique way, but Cori was confident that if she played along with him and was convincing in her role -- including giving great sex -- he would stay true to his word not to hurt her or Gerald.
After addressing Sam, Cori made no move to enter his suite, remaining outside the door while he looked her up and down lustily. Smiling, he turned around and started back into the suite. Cori followed, but Sam quickly stopped her.
"Ah, ah," he said shaking his finger as he turned back around to face her. "This is a topless suite."
"Excuse me?" Cori asked, not sure what he was saying.
"It's topless," Sam said again. "I don't allow any woman in her with her top on. Not even the maids. Take off your top and hang it on one of the hooks right there outside the door. Then, you may enter."
Cori reached behind her and deftly untied the bow hold her top in place, letting it fall into her hands. She carefully hung it on an empty hook, noting that there were a couple of other bikini tops hanging on other hooks. Leftovers from previous conquests, no doubt. He probably kept them as trophies. Realizing she was exposed outside, she peeked over her shoulder to see if anyone could see her. There was a man jogging by, but she didn't think he saw anything. She entered the suite and closed the door behind her.
"That was your one and only warning regarding the topless rule, so I suggest you remember to respect my house rules before you enter again," Sam said coldly, trying too hard to sound tough.
"Of course, sir," Cori said, stopping just inside the door, hands clasped behind her back, feet together, stomach in, chest out. Stimulated by the tight suit, cool morning air and the excitement of what was happening, her nipples were fully hardened and poked out like twin pencil erasers, angled slightly toward the ceiling.
"What do you think of my place?" Sam asked, waving his arm.
"It's absolutely gorgeous," Cori answered honestly. It was a luxurious place. Granite-topped bar. Hardwood floors throughout. Leather furniture. Elegant fixtures and artwork. It was a high-priced bachelor pad ... for a married man.
