"Let me see, let me see," said the receptionist. "Is your hearing scheduled for next week?"
"No, I have a meeting with Ms. Alvarez scheduled for 4:30," I said. Rain beat against the ninth-floor window of the Pike Street immigration lawyer's office in downtown Seattle.
"Oh, of course, I'm sorry," said the receptionist. "I'll page her now." She picked up the phone. "Nina? Yes, she's here. Right away." She hung up and pointed down the hallway. "Third door on your left."
I'd been wet all day thinking about this first meeting. I'd managed to find a corporate headshot of Nina Alvarez on Google, and I was wondering how tall this raven-haired, 40-something beauty would turn out to be in person.
I got my answer when I opened the office door and Nina rose to greet me, elegantly attired in a black, tailored wool pant suit with a white blouse unbuttoned just enough. We were eye to eye.
"Frederika, I'm so glad you could come in and see me today," Nina said, her handshake warm and her fingernails manicured. "Please, close the door and have a seat."
Nina had a small birthmark on her jaw that must have been airbrushed out in the corporate shot, and her hair was a little unruly at the end of the work day. I was lusting over her even more than when I'd initially seen her profile online.
"Wow," I said, sliding into a leather armchair. "I'm impressed. "After that first note you sent, I figured we had to at least take a chance on meeting. And it's been, what, two weeks we've been corresponding?"
"You look even better than I'd hoped," Nina said. "Can I get you a coffee? I've been going since 6 am."
"I'm fine, thanks, but I know exactly how you feel," I said. "It's been a long day. This makes it all worthwhile, though. I've been so excited. I even went home on my lunch break and looked at the pictures you sent again."
Nina smiled as she sat down on a chair next to her desk and sipped her coffee. "I saved yours and put them on my iPad. Also, I was wondering if you were going to be more shy in person. You just never know, right? You have such a cute face and a great smile in person! Obviously you didn't show me that in your profile."
"Well, one does have to be a little discreet when putting up photos on UnshavenDate.com," I replied with a smile.
"Yes, even if one is a born exhibitionist," said Nina in a low voice. She glanced quickly toward the hallway, which was empty behind the glass wall. She put her right foot up on the oak desk, and slowly pulled up her pant leg. She was wearing a sheer blue stocking that did nothing to conceal the fine black hair growing proudly on her ankle and calf.
That made my cunt clench. I'd been having dreams about hairy women recently, and something about that little flash finally made it real: I knew I was going to satisfy my desires with Nina. Soon.
Of course, I wanted to show her something too.
I'd been experimenting with financial domination recently, and had managed to find an online slave whose wallet I was steadily draining. I enjoyed getting cash and clothing while indulging my secret taste for dishing out verbal abuse and humiliation. I hadn't paid a penny for my new outfit: black cowboy boots complementing my matching wool skirt by Dior, plus a red silk top from Neiman Marcus with a white pashmina I'd bought in Mexico.
