I wanted so much to just ravage Sophia right then and there on that couch, but I held myself back. I had to be patient, and stick to my method. I made that mistake the first time I'd brought home a straight girl from the auction. I thought that just because she was legally required to obey me meant that I could do anything regardless of her consent. Well, I mean, technically that was true, and I knew some people got off on having that kind of power, but in that moment it felt too much like legalized rape, and I just wasn't into that. That evening ended after only two hours because I'd started to feel bad about what I was doing. After that I vowed to do things differently. I needed to gain Sophia's trust, make her feel comfortable around me, and give her the illusion that she has some control over what I do with her, like her consent matters even though it really doesn't. That way she'd be more likely to do things she wouldn't normally do, go beyond her comfort zone and feel like it was her choice despite me pulling all the strings, leading her to make those choices. Before long, she would be feeling the need to be a good girl for me no matter what I asked of her.
"But the exploration can wait a bit longer," I said abruptly, standing up and walking over to the giant window to gaze out at the twinkling night lights of the city while sipping my wine. "Now I know your profile said straight, but tell me, have you ever considered experimenting with women? Have you ever looked at a woman, before today, and thought 'hmm, she's gorgeous, I want to kiss her,' or 'I'd like to see her naked?'"
I turned to look at Sophia who was still sitting on the couch with her legs tucked up beneath her.
"Um, no?" Sophia looked to be thinking hard on my question. "I mean, I think women are pretty. You're very beautiful. But I've never really felt an urge to kiss another girl or see them naked."
"Have you ever been aroused by another woman?" I pried a bit further, trying to see just how straight she was. "I'm sure you've seen plenty of other girls in various states of undress in the locker room at school. Did any of them make you feel all warm and tingly inside? Make you feel a little wet between the legs?"
"Uh, not really, no," she answered, seeming a bit more nervous at my line of questioning.
"What about porn? Have you ever watched lesbian porn?" I asked.
"Yeah, a little, b-but just because I was curious!" Sophia said abashedly.
"Really? Did you like what you watched?" A smirk crept onto my face.
"I guess, yeah, it was kinda hot, not gonna lie," she mumbled softly as if she was ashamed to admit it, but then she went into a word vomit to try to explain herself. "But like the women were really beautiful and stuff, and I was already horny from watching some other porn, so I don't know if that's why I was turned on by it or if I was really into watching them eat each other out. I don't know, Miss Rose, I want to say I'm totally straight because I like guys, and they really turn me on, but now you're starting to make me question myself like maybe I'm bi because I liked watching two girls have sex."
"Oh my little kitten, stay calm," I said warmly. "It's ok to be curious, and it's ok if you liked what you saw. Does that make you bi? Not necessarily. Straight women can enjoy lesbian porn too. There's nothing wrong with that. Even if you enjoy everything we do together, it doesn't mean you're bi either. What would make you bi is if you looked at me and thought 'I want to have sex with you right now.' Is that what you feel? Answer honestly, it won't hurt my feelings."
I stepped away from the window and set my glass of wine down on an end table. I reached up behind my head and removed the clip holding my bun in place, letting my rich, wavy, copper red hair flow down to my shoulder blades. I unbuttoned my suit coat and slipped it off my shoulders, revealing the shiny white silk blouse I wore beneath. Then I undid the top three buttons of my blouse so Sophia could get a peek of my cleavage. My tits weren't huge, but I filled out a C-cup quite nicely, so it gave me an ample amount of cleavage when I wanted to show it.
Sophia thought long and hard, as if she didn't want to disappoint me with her answer even though I told her to be honest and I was already mostly certain I knew what her answer would be. Finally she said, "No, I'm sorry, you're really beaut--"
"Shhh," I leaned down and pressed a finger to her lips. "That's ok kitten. That's perfectly fine. But that's enough of that. Would you like to come see the rest of my house?"
Sophia nodded and I took her hand, helping her get up off the couch. I led her around my penthouse, showing her all the important rooms and my favorite pieces of art that I'd collected over the years. I had everything anyone could possibly need here, and individual rooms for everything you could think of. Aside from the gym, theater, and rooftop pool, I also had a game room with ping pong and a billiards table, a home office so I could work remotely, a small conference room where I could hold phone and Zoom meetings, I had a lounge with a wet bar where I could entertain guests, an art studio, a music studio, a library, and six fully furnished bedroom suites each with their own bathrooms and kitchenettes. I took Sophia on a tour through all three floors of the penthouse ending up on the roof. Sophia gaped in awe the entire time. The furnishings in each room were probably worth more than the house she grew up in, so her reaction was understandable.
"You have such a beautiful home," Sophia said as we stepped out into the crisp night air on the roof.
