There was a day long ago when her glance, flirt, or smirk would have been taken in passing. On that day, after years of suppression, I was overcome with courage; finally unaffected, ready to share. That's how I got here. As long as I'd longed for this, it was only right to be her, at this time, at this place.
Her stare melted me. I needed to be her subject, I craved her approval. It overwhelmed me.
Her name is Scarlet. She joined our office long ago, in a different department, on a different floor, a world away. From our casual encounters, I knew. I suspected she knew too. Though I wasn't quite sure, I think we both did.
She spoke softly, but the way she carried herself was intoxicating. And after years of playful banter, I told her. No matter why, I told her. I had never let anyone in before. With her, I couldn't keep the secrets any longer.
We were at a work gathering, celebrating the promotion of a newly minted Executive in a different department, in a different city. Perhaps that's why I told her then. Perhaps I felt safe away. I certainly didn't expect what happened next.
Her response was neutral; contemplative. There may be nothing worse than the uncertainty and risk of exposing your true self. She knew this. She always knew.
I told her what I imagined to long for. That to be under her guiding hand would fulfill a deep seeded need. But again, she already knew. When she finally spoke, she asked simply, "Are you sure?"
I sheepishly nodded looking down at her feet. Scarlet took my chin and guided my eyes to hers. "Look at me, and show me that this is what you want," she commanded. Sensing my fear, her hand raised to my cheek. Our eyes locked and she felt me tremble.
"I'm getting tired. I want one more glass before I see you upstairs," Scarlet declared. "Follow me to the bar and I will order for you. Get used to the idea."
I trailed behind like a lost puppy, my head lowered to the ground, watching her hips. I was floating.
Once we we had our drinks in hand, she began her instructions. "Go to room 801, leave the door open behind you, take off your clothes and lay face down on the bed. Tonight we're going to find out what we need to work on. You will not have release, maybe not for a while. Do not expect anything from me."
My head began to spin in disbelief. Scarlet simply stared at me watching and waiting for me to acknowledge her order. I snap out of my daze. "Yes Ma'am." Off I went.
I arrived at a dark room at the end of a long hallway. Immediately, I did as she commanded, only leaving a bedside lamp on for her to see my compliance as she entered. As time froze, my mind raced. What had I done? What might she do? Could I really tell her the extent of my desire to be used for her pleasure? Could I share my deepest secrets and desires?
After what felt like eternity, I heard voices at the door. Was she going to expose me to her strange friend? I thought about jumping up and dressing and hiding. Finally though I heard "goodnight Scarlet" from the unfamiliar voice. Scarlet answered in kind and said she'd be by her room later.
I laid face face down and realized I could probably never satisfy her like she could. Here I was, awaiting my fate, recognizing that I was not only inferior to Scarlet, but also to her unknown companion. I accepted it. I enviously and selfishly thought about whether her friend might be into this. The door opened and my fantasies quickly left when I heard keys hit the desk. I knew not to look up until instructed otherwise. I just listened as she went about her nightly routine.
Finally, I could hear her going through my clothes. "What have we here?" she asked curiously. I knew she had found them, my first secret was exposed as she draped my panties across my back. I knew better than to answer. I felt all of the blood rush to my face.
