Lana is sitting at the bar in the fancy hotel down the street from the office. She waits patiently for Alex to arrive after his afternoon meeting. It's now 4:30 and he walks in with a smile. He kisses her lightly on the cheek and apologizes for being late.
Lana has been flirting with Alex for a few months now. He is the head accountant at hers and Jared's firm. He is a sexy Latino with dark, seducing eyes. He has a smile that could make a girl melt. Lana picked him as their first male whore, because who could deny his attentions? She intended to seduce him tonight, make him her new slave. Maybe a personal one. Only share him with top dollar clients from time to time. She found she really liked him.
Alex is amazed at how beautiful Lana looks in her silky blue dress. Her long legs accented by silvery gray heels. He longs to lick his way up to her pussy and wonders if tonight will be the night.
He orders them a round of drinks and settles in next to her. She crosses her legs in his direction. Her foot lightly caresses his leg. They sit there chatting, flirting, and drinking until he can no longer hold back.
He takes a chance and goes in for a kiss. She doesn't pull away and he is relieved. He feels her velvety tongue caress his and her warm lips around his own. He brings his hand to her thigh and slowly rubs her silky leg. She isn't wearing stockings and he savors the feel of her soft skin against his palm.
Lana is already surprisingly wet. She didn't realize the tables were somehow turned. She was here to seduce him and somehow he flipped the switch. She feels herself giving into him, no longer the dominatrix. She just wants to melt into his arms and let him have his way with her. His cologne is drawing her into him, his strong touch bringing her closer to his chest.
Suddenly she remembers where they are and her eyes flutter open. She pulls back just slightly and he stops kissing her. Immediately she longs for his lips to return to hers. What the hell am I thinking? She tries to get a hold of herself and she takes a deep breath and orders a shot.
He is smiling at her, his hand still resting on her thigh. She tries to looks away, think of something clever to say, but nothing helpful comes to mind.
He wonders what she is thinking, and he rubs her cheek with the back of his hand.
"Are you alright?" he whispers to her.
"Of course," she breathes the words to him. "Can we get out of here?"
Alex is surprised but quickly agrees.
"Why don't we go to my place? I can order in some dinner and we can relax with some wine." Alex flashes his smile, hoping for the correct response.
Lana says yes a little too quickly and wishes she had said no. She should have invited him to her place at least there she would be in control. But it's too late, he is paying the tab and they are heading out.
His arms are around her waist as he walks her to his car. They get in and she smells him all around her. The soft jazz playing on the radio is really a perfect touch. The dark leather seats of the car are warm against her skin. The sun has set by now and she wonders how it got so late, it's already 7. They were there for over 2 hours?
He's talking to her but she's not listening. Her mind is lost in a haze and she tries to concentrate.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" She asks.
He laughs a little and says, "I asked what you'd like for dinner?"
"Oh, uh, I'm really not all that hungry, something light maybe?" Lana smiles.
They arrive at his apartment: a cozy, contemporary place in town. The ambiance is perfect and the music continues when he turns the stereo on.