Chapter 11 - The Fashion Show
It had been 8 days since my latest visit to Emma's office. I was still running it through my head. I was consumed by the sheer demand of it. I could not help but think of her carnal craving and the events that followed in order to get her through her day. I was certainly being overly dramatic in my own mind. Time to grow up and get over it.
I had not heard from Emma since that day, just over a week ago. I wondered what her mental state was and where I stood with her. No doubt she was collected and in control, as was the usual case. As that Friday afternoon was coming to an end, I almost willed the phone to ring. When it finally did, just after 5pm, I could not tell if I was overcome with excitement or relief.
"Hello," I answered the phone simply.
"Hey stud," Emma said, sounding jovial and playful.
"You sound in good spirits," I declared.
"I certainly am," she confirmed. "Everything always goes my way, why shouldn't I be in good spirits?"
"It's good to be the queen," I quipped.
"It certainly is," she stated. "Actually, you did good last week. I don't get mushy or sentimental, since that is not the relationship we have, nor is it the relationship I want with you, but I will say you did very, very well."
I believed that would probably be as close to a compliment as I would ever receive from her. I accepted it for what it was and moved the conversation along.
"Well, I am glad you feel that way," I said.
"Actually, I have a special reward for you," she explained. "Since you were such a team player last week, I want the team to play for you."
"I am sure I don't fully understand what you have in mind," I confessed. "I never know exactly what you are planning, but it usually works out in my favor."
"No need to get into details now," Emma clarified. "Tomorrow night at 8pm. Meet me at the Marriott. Suite 915, just come right up."
"Ok, I will see you then," I concluded.
"You bet you will," she retorted and then she hung up.
I was still a little uneasy about what she might have in mind after our last encounter, but I was nonetheless looking forward to tomorrow night. I closed out my day and headed home, praying the hours would fly by. Of course they didn't.
I slept in on Saturday, saving all the energy I could in expectation of an eventful evening. I muddled through the day, picking off a few mundane chores at home and even watching a movie. Finally, I took a shower and shaved. I dressed and ate dinner before heading out for the Marriott.
I drove the 30 minutes to the Marriott with a million thoughts running through my head. Thoughts of things I wanted to happen and thoughts of things I figured could happen. Never could my mind have conceived the reality that was about to unfold. I pulled into the parking lot at the Marriott and stopped at the first available spot I saw. I walked the median distance to the lobby and entered.
I headed directly for the elevator bank. I pushed the button and waited for the elevator. It only took a moment for it to arrive and it was empty when it did. I boarded and pressed 9. The doors closed and I ascended to the 9th floor, my mind racing the entire time. I proceed to Suite 915 at the end of the as I had been instructed. I knocked on the door and waited.
Emma did not make me wait long. She answered the door quickly and stared at me. She motioned with her index finger for me to enter the suite. I entered and stared at her, she look phenomenal. She was wearing a black halter dress that hugged her body like a second skin. It ended high on her thighs, which were bare. She had on black spiked high-heel sandal. Her bright red toenails were in all their glory. She finished the ensemble with black velvet gloves that went to the middle of her biceps. Her hair was up and diamond earrings dangled from her lobes.
I was in awe.
"You look amazing," I commented.
"Just you wait," she responded.
I followed her down the short hallway into the main area of suite. At the end of the hall it opened up into a living area with a couch, loveseat and ottoman. Behind that area was a desk, chair and computer port facing a fireplace. There were also a set of French doors which were closed, though I assumed they led to the bedroom area.
"Nice place," I observed.
"It's about to get a whole lot better," Emma teased.
Walked over and placed the chair from the desk in the center of the room facing the French doors. The chair was simple, wooden with a cushioned seat and high back and no arms.
"I have to go check on things," she revealed. "I need you to take off all your cloths while I am gone. I will only be a minute, but when I get back you need to be completely naked."
I smiled and nodded, thinking I knew what she had in store for me, though I truly had no idea. Emma disappeared into the bedroom area and I quickly undressed. I tossed my cloths into a pile on floor as I ripped them from my body. I was naked in an instant and moved the pile of cloths into the hall so they were out of sight, keeping the suite looking pristine. I stood and waited with my cock hanging in front of me, awake but not aroused, yet.
One of the French doors cracked open and Emma slipped through, shutting the door quickly behind her. She turned and smiled at me, realizing that I had done as I was told and I was standing before naked.
"You take directions very well," Emma admitted.
