Amy moaned softly as she felt two fingers thrusting slowly but powerfully in and out of her. Lying on her front naked, her hands tied to the bedframe above her head, her legs spread wide, she felt kisses trail along her shoulders and neck while her lover's other hand had reached round to gently but firmly pinch and stroke her nipple.
She felt her lover's breasts on her back as a voice with a seductive, West Coast accent said, "Roll over on to your back for me". Amelia? Emma? Something like that. Amy couldn't even remember her name.
Amy did as instructed, rolling over and looking up at a beautiful, Scandinavian looking face with blue eyes framed by tied back blonde hair. They kissed, their tongues meeting, and then her lover started to kiss lower, over her chest, over her abdomen, then further down until her tongue started to touch between Amy's legs.
She breathed out hard, a combination of a sigh and a moan, as she felt what she hoped was the first of many orgasms building until...
..."Amy, what are your thoughts?"
Snapping back into the room, Amy looked around the meeting table and realised that everyone was looking at her. "I'm sorry, I was miles away."
"Oh, ok. It's just that when you sighed, I thought maybe you disagreed with what we're doing?"
"My bad," Amy replied with a placatory smile. "The jetlag has been brutal, but please... continue."
Glancing around the table she could see that attention had gone back to the main speaker rather than on her. Including the attention of Amelia or Emma, whatever she'd been called, with the beautiful, Scandinavian face and body to match. God, she was stunning. But also, probably, 100% straight which, while Amy wouldn't do anything about it even if she wasn't, was still a shame.
Amy knew that she needed to focus on the meeting rather than staring at other women, that was the whole reason for her having flown thousands of miles to LA for the fortnight. But it was going to be difficult with such a distracting presence on the other side of the table.
It had been two months since Amy started her informal mentoring arrangement with Sarah and it had started to yield dividends. Amy had been assigned a few weeks ago to the major project that she'd asked her mentor Sarah to help her with and it was proving to be a great project to work on. The late night rushes had evaporated, allowing her to leave work at a normal time each day and, for the first time in years, actually regularly get a proper night's sleep. And she had the opportunity for much greater exposure to management and clients, with business travel thrown in too. This trip to LA for a fortnight promised to be the first of many, particularly as Amy was fortunate to have a US passport by virtue of having been born there before moving to the UK many years ago which made it easy for the firm to send her to the US when needed.
Even better though was that the Friday before travelling to LA Amy had found out that she was shortlisted for promotion (shorthand for don't screw up and you'll be promoted this year) a whole year earlier than would be normal for her experience and level, with the promise of significantly more pay and more responsibility as well as a place on the future partner fast-track. Things were looking good.
Sarah had far too much class to even remotely hint at having a hand in any of this, and she was so good at what she did that very likely no one else could tell if she had, but Amy knew, deep down, that it was her hand behind this. Amy was incredibly grateful, it made such a difference having someone watching your back like that and was exactly why she had sought out this informal arrangement in the first place.
Of course, there was the quid pro quo. After some initial distaste about the arrangement, Amy had met up regularly for sex with Sarah, usually at Sarah's flat, usually mid-week as Sarah was with her family at weekends. It was probably running at twice a week on average and had continued on the course of Sarah being the dominant partner and Amy doing whatever Sarah wanted. To be honest, even though Amy had never had that sort of dynamic before she did not mind that one bit, it seemed a fair exchange for the help at work to be submissive to Sarah and it was the best sex of her life by a country mile. A large part of her secretly liked to be submissive in that way, though Amy also had a competitive streak from her sporting past which means that sometimes, maybe, she would like to be the dominant one for a night. But so far there had been no luck with that.
Sarah's dominance was varied, depending on her mood and the situation. When Amy had dared on their second time together to turn the tables and dominate Sarah, something that Amy knew to this day Sarah had secretly enjoyed, Sarah had been quick to reassert herself, and not just that night. The next night they'd spent together Sarah had cranked it up, making Amy wear a collar and call Sarah 'mistress' to show her submission, with Amy spending most of the eight or nine hours they were together restrained in some way. Since then, it had calmed down to be much more equal, but from time to time, whenever Sarah thought that Amy needed reminding, she made sure that Amy knew her place.
This first week involved just Amy attending meetings in LA as an advanced party, but on Sunday Sarah was due to arrive along with various other colleagues and Amy was already wondering what the second week might bring. Sarah had shown a lot of imagination over the last couple of months but Amy could only imagine what the two of them would get up to with no domestic distractions for either of them, staying in the same hotel and with the freedom to not have to hide what was happening from their respective partners. Just thinking about what might happen got Amy's heart beating that little bit faster.
In fact, Amy was addicted. Sitting there fantasising about the Scandinavian looking lawyer sat opposite her was not an isolated incident. Sarah had unlocked something deep within, something that Amy hadn't ever realised was there, and she found herself getting more and more curious about other women, wondering what it would be like to kiss them, to touch them, to sleep with them. Would they all be as good at it as Sarah? Would someone be even better? And even if not, would they be more than any man she'd been with?
She'd found herself drifting into fantasy frequently, whether an attractive woman caught her eye in the gym, on the Tube, queuing in the supermarket, in a meeting, anywhere. She couldn't help imagining what she would do with them. It had even invaded her love life with her boyfriend, James, so much so that she contrived to recreate things that she'd done with Sarah with him so that she could close her eyes and imagine it was a woman doing that to her.
That first week of Amy's trip to LA she'd been unable to stop imagining sleeping with some of the women she encountered. When she put the Scandinavian looking lawyer out of her mind, instead the South American receptionist at her hotel who'd given her a free room upgrade when she arrived took centre stage. And when she forgot about her, instead the cute university student barista working in the coffee shop near the LA office with her tight t-shirt and perfect body came crowding in.
Amy knew she had to reign it in, but she was helpless to. Sarah had flicked a switch inside Amy and Amy was powerless to flick it back, even if she'd wanted to.
Of course, even from five thousand miles away Sarah still had her ways to exert her dominance over Amy.
'Status update'. That's what the meeting invite from Sarah said, with a video call link and set for 10pm LA time on Wednesday and a request to ensure that she had two devices ready for the call.
Amy was sceptical that that was the true nature of the meeting. For starters that was 6am London time, so before Sarah would even be in the office. And, much more tellingly, there was a gift wrapped package that Sarah had given to Amy to take in her suitcase with instructions to only open one hour before they met. Amy didn't get the feeling that this was going to be a normal meeting.
She got back to the hotel from work around 7pm, spent some time in the gym, ate some dinner, went for a quick walk. All the while anticipation was building as to what Sarah had in store for her. Amy could think of ten different things, all of them fun, but was clueless as to what might happen.
At 9pm she took out the package and unwrapped it. First impressions were underwhelming, simply a plain brown box, but when she lifted the lid she started to understand. Most of the box was made up of a beautiful, very expensive looking, gold silk slip nightdress, with spaghetti straps over the shoulders and a V-neck. Alongside it was a matching blindfold. Also in the box was another box, which when she opened it contained a hands free vibrator with a large body and then a curved part to sit on her clitoris.
A note in the box read, 'Wear the nightdress and nothing else. Keep the other items near to hand. You need to join the video call with two devices, one set up to the side of the bed and one with you on the bed. This is going to be fun. Sarah x'
Seeing that she still had plenty of time until 10pm, Amy ran herself a bath and took the time to luxuriate in it. While she now had a better idea what might be about to happen, there were still several possibilities. As Amy soaked and thought through them, she could feel herself getting turned on, bit despite the major temptation she didn't touch herself. Maybe after if Sarah hadn't managed to wear her out? But before wouldn't be a good idea.
Getting out of the bath and drying herself, Amy slipped on the nightdress. It felt amazing against her freshly washed skin, the silk gliding across as she pulled it down. She was surprised that it was quite long, having expected something that Sarah bought for this to be so short as to not be there, but instead fell to just above her knees. Amy tied her hair back in a loose ponytail, not knowing what might be best but figuring that having her hair out of the way might be a good idea.
Setting her room up as instructed she placed her phone in a position to capture video on top of a chest of drawers to the side of her bed, while she set up her tablet at the end of the bed. Amy then arranged the blindfold and the vibrator next to her, made sure that both devices had joined the video call, and sat down cross-legged on the bed to wait.
9.56. She'd learned by now that Sarah valued punctuality, remembering well the one time Amy had been more than an hour late to see Sarah a couple of weeks before and had found herself tied up, spread-eagled, and edged and edged but not allowed to orgasm for hours, the walk home to her own flat while horny as hell and having to wake up her mystified but pleased boyfriend James to ride him until she came still fresh in her memory.
9.59. A pop-up said that Sarah was joining the meeting, and suddenly her face was there, a broad smile on it when she saw that Amy had followed her instructions to the letter.
