Paul only gave her a couple hours notice by phone. Linda considered herself lucky, as he usually gave a lot less. She smiled as she quickly showered, taking special care to make certain she was entirely smooth all over her body, and readied herself. She was hoping that he would call on her again. It was his style. Sometimes he would call every weekend, sometimes would miss a few in a row. What did surprise her, though, was that her Master ordered her to meet at the LeRose again.
Linda knew Paul to be wealthy and powerful. Wealthy, powerful men did not eat at the same restaurant, no matter how exclusive and trendy, two weekends in a row. Her Master had something planned, and it made her pussy tingle with the thought.
She hopped into a cab, and was certain that the driver was going to get into an accident as they sped away. His eyes lingered on her more than the road, but she wasn't surprised. Her blond hair was braided back in two long strands down the back of her head. She wore a shiny, black top that collared around her neck and fell down her front, only touching her back at the top of her waist where the straps were tied in a bow. The strip of material clung tightly to her torso, squeezing a healthy portion of her braless tits out the side. Around her waist she had decided on a simple knee length skirt that elegantly balanced the provocative top. She had a white silk shawl around her shoulders, carefully using it to providing teasing glimpses of her flesh. Slipping the driver a decent tip, she could feel his eyes lingering on her firm ass as she moved towards the front door of LeRose.
As with the week before, she entered to the appreciation of men and women alike, her entire body exuding sex as she was ushered to Paul's table. He watched her sit with an appreciative eye and waved the host away. A waiter quickly took his place, and the young man smiled widely as he brazenly ogled Linda's body. She glanced up at him as he poured their wine and raised her eyebrows. He was the same waiter they had the week before and was making no attempt at all to hide his desire for her. Paul only watched in silence until he finished and reluctantly backed away. Linda looked around curiously. It was a different table, at least, but it was in plain view of the rest of the restaurant, situated near the large fireplace. Not exactly an ideal place for games, but who said the evening's play was to begin there?
They spend the next while in pleasant conversation about life in general when Paul suddenly leaned across the table. She twitched when she felt his hand land on her knee and slide up her thigh.
"Wait for me in the woman's washroom," he ordered, lowering his voice only enough to ensure it was lost in the din of the main room. Linda raised her eyebrows and smiled wryly at him.
"Yes, Master," she whispered and slid out of her seat. More eyes followed her as she made her way into the side hallway that lead to the washrooms. She turned when she reached the door and found Paul speaking closely to their waiter and gesturing towards the hallway before slipping inside.
Linda waited impatiently in the spacious washroom. The room was as elegant as the rest of the restaurant, impeccably clean and richly decorated in ivories and chrome. It was not a usual place for a sexual rendezvous, but it was also not unheard of. She smiled as she thought of past washroom experiences.
Paul entered casually, not even checking to see if anyone else was in there with her. He looked so good, Linda thought. Dressed in expensive slacks, a gunmetal turtle neck and sports jacket, he looked both dashing and dangerous. It was a combination that she adored so much in the man. She was about to wonder why he had worn his jacket to the washroom when he walked over to her.
"Present," he snapped. Linda immediately assumed the position, clasping her hands behind her back as she spread her legs and thrust her chest forward, all the while looking at the carpeted floor. Paul gave her a long look before turning his attention to the stalls.
"Come," he ordered and she quickly fell into step as he led her to the stalls. Paul turned her back to one of the doors. "Arms out." Taking one of her extended arms in hand, Paul reached into he jacket pocket and pulled out a set of handcuffs. Snapping it onto her wrist, he pulled her up so that he could lock the other end onto the metal rod that was bolted to the ceiling and helped support the stall partitions. He quickly attached her other arm and stepped back to admire his handiwork as she stared at the floor, her face flushed. Her hands rested in the cuffs slightly higher than her shoulders, and the brackets attached to the bar allowed for only minimal movement. Paul was just starting to lean back against the counter when the bathroom door opened.
"Bill," a woman's irritated voice spoke, "I'm off in ten minutes. What's going on?"
The question was answered as the door closed. Paul and Linda both turned to see their waiter escort a young woman inside. Linda recognized her from last week as well, and the strange looks she had given her all night. The waitress was so stunned by the sight of the beautiful woman handcuffed to the stall that she failed to notice Paul standing there or the faint click as the waiter, Bill, locked the door behind them.
"Pet," Paul said, breaking the silence and causing the girl to jump. She looked wide-eyed at Paul for the first time and backed into her companion. "This young woman's name is Karen. Say hello."
"Hello, Karen," Linda purred from her captive position. She found Karen's youthful fear as exhilarating as her looks. She had a sweet face with long, dark hair and a pretty smile. She suddenly found herself hoping she would be able to taste that smile on her own lips.
