I went to pick up Carol the next morning. She greeted me cheerily. She was wearing her kimono and bright red thong panties. I went into her bedroom while she finished getting dressed. The room smelled of sex, and her black dildo, Jake, was on her nightstand.
When I kissed her I felt some reluctance so I stood back. She said she didn't need a ride tonight and that she was going to dinner with Ralph.
I said, "Ralph, the marketing director?"
She just shrugged and told me she had gone out with Ralph a few times.
I was in a funk all afternoon. She did stop by my cubicle and flashed her red panties.
I got home and that night I got drunk. Very drunk.
I got up in a bad mood and thought about not picking up Carol, but I was caught in her web.
I went to her apartment and she opened the door naked. I looked at her with an open mouth, astonished.
She had bright red bite marks and bruises on her tits and neck. Her nipples looked like they had been bitten and bruised. Her cheeks were bruised and her eyes looked battered and she had a large red mark on her pubic bone. When she turned around her ass was covered with red paddle marks. On her dresser there were nipple clamps, Jake her black dildo and and a spanking paddle. On the floor were a tiny black leather skirt, leather halter top and her red panties were ripped apart. The room reeked of sex.