Those green eyes didn't seem so soft and inviting now 'Smack' Carrie's hand slapping my face stopped me from finishing that sentence. I tried to push past her but she shoved me back. "What are you doing," I cried out.
"Shut up slut!" She screamed, slapping me again, then pushing me to the floor, reaching in her pocket she handed me a piece of paper.
"Be at this address at midnight," Carrie ordered.
Turning she left me there on the restroom floor, dazed and confused, I tried to make sense of what had just happen. I wondered what she was thinking I wasn't going to some strange address at midnight. How dare her slap me and order me around.
At home the scene played out over and over again in my head. Something about Carrie intrigued me but no one gives me orders. I'm a well educated successful woman who did she think I was. I sat watching the clock, 11pm I wasn't going, 11:30pm I was walking out the door, midnight I was ringing the buzzer. Why was I there, what did I want to happen, I wasn't sure but her dominance over me earlier really turned me on in a weird way I had to know what was waiting for me behind that door.
Carrie open the door standing there in a short black robe, "I knew you would come slut," she laughed.
I said nothing just starring at her smooth legs and bare feet I wanted to taste her. What was I thinking, being driven by a strange lust, her confidence and control excited me.
"Are you coming in?" Carrie asked.
Silently I walked in past her, 'SMACK', swatting my ass as I walked past her.
"You don't kiss me hello slut?" Carrie questioned, shutting the door. I turned leaning forward to kiss her lips but she pushed me back hard. Pointing down I knew where she wanted the kiss. I dropped to my knees opening her robe kissing her bald pussy lips gently.