The Boo Signing

As the waitress left their table with their lunch selections, Steve took a sip from his iced tea.

Placing the cold glass back on the paper napkin, he looked at Terry and asked, "So did you enjoy the party?"

Terry's cheeks flushed as she remembered the party, two weeks ago. The erotic sensations rushed back and she remembered walking nearly naked across the parking lot, covered in the dried cum of unknown admirers.

Terry smiled and said, "It was an unforgettable evening."

Steve glanced at James who was looking intently at Terry. He too remembered the evening.

Steve continued, "What do you remember most?"

Terry paused to consider her answer. She knew Steve well enough by now to know that these questions were important to him. Terry also assumed that the answers would determine future adventures.

"If I have to choose one thing only, I would say that it was when I was surrounded by all those excited men...it was as if I was the center of attention," Terry answered.

Now Steve was silent. Terry knew that he was considering her answer.

James nervously swirled his iced tea glass and although Terry told him about the evening he was only imaging what the scene must have looked like.

After a moment Steve asked, "Did you enjoy being the center of attention....in a sexual context like that?"

"Yes, I really did," Terry answered almost without thinking. "It was exciting knowing that those young men were stimulated by seeing me...and at the same time, I was on the verge of cumming from the Sybian and trying to concentrate on satisfying you."

Steve smiled and again after a pause asked, "Did you feel submissive?"

As was becoming almost common-place in her conversations with Steve, he asked he one question that she was most unsure of ass she thought about the events of that evening.

Terry paused as she framed her answer.

"I have thought about this quite a bit and honestly I did not feel submissive...but that seems so illogical," she added. Continuing she said, "I mean, I was in a situation that broke almost every imaginable standard of decorum, yet I allowed myself to just enjoy the sensations."

"The part that confuses me the most is that I did not feel submissive, in fact I felt empowered. I felt like I was in control of the situation because I could simply stop the action if I wanted to. Everyone else there was basing their actions on mine, which seems the opposite of a submissive situation."

"Does that even make sense?" Terry asked, obviously struggling to understand her feelings of the event.

Steve, settled back against the padded upholstery of the booth. He slowly smiled. It reminded Terry of the kind of smiles she had when one of her students in one of her classes, arrived at exactly the correct answer she intended in true Socratic education.

The waitress returned with a large tray and began setting plates in front of them as she referred to her notes to make sure she gave each of them the correct order. After making sure they had everything they needed for a nice meal, she smiled and left.

They began to sample their choices and the conversation paused while they began to eat.

After several mouthfuls, Steve, looked at Terry and resumed their line of thought.

"I had two sisters, slightly younger than me and I watched as they grew up," he began. "Our parents wanted us to be good citizens and show respect and kindness to others and have good manners of course, but there was a lot more involved with my sisters, I soon realized."

"In my opinion, women are challenged with so much more social conditioning and it creates conflict as they grow into their sensual beings," he continued.

After a few more mouthfuls, he continued, "In a way I felt sorry as I watched my sisters struggle with becoming ladies and good girls, yet they obviously enjoyed the attention and sensations from enjoying their sexuality." "There were fights with my parents and they did all the things teenage girls do like changing some aspect of their outfit after leaving the house with their girlfriends or dates."

"They all knew what it meant to be "lady-like" or cute or even sexy but there was always the undefined extreme to be avoided." "Whether it was my parents or their female peers, being a "slut" crossed some imaginary line," Steve said with a sly smile.

"To my parents it might just be too much make up or a skirt that was too short, but in their discussions with their girlfriends it was the behavior of one of their peers, perhaps too forward in seeking the attention of a boy....usually the same one they themselves were trying to impress," he added.

Terry smiled and knew exactly what Steve was describing, thinking back to her teen years with parents and friends.

"Much later. I became fascinated with that conflict and my theory is that it keeps women from truly enjoying healthy aspects of whom they are." "As I began to understand, I tested my theories on women and relationships and had some success and felt that I was honestly helping women," he said.

"I admit that it is a big turn on for me to see a lady embrace her sexuality, and it takes relationships to a more cerebral lever than just the purely physical... not that there aren't time for just raw physical enjoyment of course," he smiled.

The three of them drifted back to their meals, all three of them in thought but from totally different perspectives.

The attentive waitress cleared their plates and refilled glasses as she took Steve's credit card from the table.

Steve looked at Terry and James and said, "We have taken a few steps toward another level in your relationship and your interpretation of the party evening shows me you could benefit and understand going to the higher levels I feel I could help you achieve...if you are willing."

Terry felt the warmth fold over her cheeks again and she looked at Steve, wondering what he saw ahead and then looked at James. James was wide-eyed and looking back and forth between Steve and Terry, his mind racing and he met Terry's gaze and simply nodded slightly.

Terry felt empowered but hesitant. She knew that Steve could show her things and help her understand her feelings like no other man but she also knew her life would be changed. As she thought more, she felt that she would regret forever if she did not take this once in a lifetime opportunity.

Terry looked once more at James and in that instant, he knew she was going to accept. He looked down at the table.

Terry looked at Steve and nodded.

The waitress returned with the credit card receipt and Steve smiled and signed his copy. She thanked them and left them to their conversation.

Steve looked at Terry and began, "I have found that for a woman to truly understand and enjoy her incredible sexual and sensual gifts, she needs to understand the conflict between the social ideals of "lady-like" behaviors and to understand and embrace the "Slut" that is inside."

Terry smiled and Steve continued.

"I feel that a woman should be able, without fear, to follow the instincts she has to enjoy her body and understand that it does not place her in an undesirable or submissive position and serve as a stigma with other women." "Being able to expand to the entire range of sensuality makes her the envy of other women, even if they won't admit it and in the eyes of men take her to levels they may not understand."

"I will guide you safely through levels you may have been too conditioned to attempt in the past and then on to levels you never knew you were capable of." "Each time you will find you can return empowered and enlightened from the experience." "You will either return to your past norm or adapt to a new norm that is best for you."

"Are you still willing?" "Because although I will attempt to move you in steps that are reasonable, they are nevertheless, significant departures from what you have lived so far," Steve concluded.

Terry, without looking at James, said, "Yes, I am ready."

Steve paused for a moment and then began a series of questions.

"When you think of behavior that your conditioning would describe as "slutty" what specifically do you think about?" he asked.

Terry was taken aback with the question, but she was becoming more comfortable with Steve's direct approach. She also knew that Steve was challenging her to think though things she never considered before.

Terry responded, "The first thing that comes to mind is when a woman sells her body, like a hooker or even a stripper."

Steve smiled as if he expected her answer.

Steve said, "That is the first thing that most women say." "In my opinion though, the financial or commercial aspect of things like that takes them to an entirely different place." "When a woman trades her sensuality for financial gain, I feel she is responding to a financial stimulus, granted one that is generally stigmatized in society, but the motivation is not a sensual one."

Terry thought about what Steve was saying and began to see the distinction he was making.

Steve continued, "The similarity though is that a woman who receives financial reward, normally learns to separate herself from her conditioning and then move between the two situations easily." "The financial aspect allows a woman to distance herself from the personal stimulation and satisfaction that I hope to have you experience when the stimulation is purely personal." "What I want you to experience is the ability to embrace the raw sexual experience that a woman might be conditioned not to enjoy and then return to her normal life with no regret and be able to move between the two experiences, at will."

Terry understood Steve's point and felt an empowerment. She flashed back to her experiences with Steve and the incredible sexual satisfaction and enlightenment she felt. Admittedly though she had moments where she felt guilty about her behavior and wondered what it would be like to pursue sexual adventures with no guilt, after the fact.

Steve continued, "Think back to times when that word has been used to describe someone." "What was the context or what did that bring to mind?"

Terry thought back to younger days when she and her friends went to bars and clubs.

"What comes to mind is a situation where a woman dresses and acts in a way that makes it clear that she is interested in sexual activity," she said after considering Steve's question.

Steve smiled again and Terry added, "She is making it clear that her motives are purely physical or sensual and that she is encouraging a man....or men...to fulfill her primal needs."

Steve challenged her by asking, "What about a woman who seeks to direct the scenario and chooses her desired partner and activities?"

Terry had to reconsider her answer, but then a distinction came to mind.

Terry smiled and said, "Since you are forcing me to make fine distinctions, the latter sounds more like a cougar." "Perhaps the difference is that a slut still wants to be sought and taken, where a cougar wants to be the aggressor...perhaps the hunted vs the hunter."

Steve smiled and simply nodded.

After a few moments he asked, "Are you still interested?"

Terry wondered if she was capable of attaining the comfort Steve spoke of so confidently.

But this experience was one of many first steps and she said, "I am ready."

Terry didn't realize at the time though but she never stopped to consider James' thoughts or concerns.

Steve could sense that and felt the satisfaction of a teacher to a new student.

Steve smiled and said, "Then we will begin next weekend." "Plan to devote the entire weekend although the experiences themselves will not involve extended periods of time, at least not at first, but you cannot grow if you have other commitments taking your attention."

Terry nodded and James looked at the table.

Steve stood, smiled and said, "Excellent, I will be in touch, I suggest you get as much rest as possible this week."

"This package was left here for you, earlier today," said the front desk clerk. She had just finished checking Terry and James in and handing them two key cards.

Terry, looked at the large shopping bag with smaller boxes inside. Expecting something like this, Terry smiled, took the bag and turned toward the elevators. James followed close behind, pulling their two roll-on suitcases.

Standing in front of the room door, Terry set down the shopping bag and tapped the key card against the lock. After hearing the click and the seeing a small green light, she pushed the handle down and pushed the door open. As she glimpsed into the room she could see only a narrow hallway, with a turn to the right ahead.

Terry gathered up the shopping bag and James struggled behind her with their suitcases.

As Terry made the turn at the end of the short hallway, she gasped as she saw into a living area, with floor to ceiling windows offering an almost overwhelming view of the Boston Harbor. She moved ahead and set the bag on the low coffee table in front of a stylish sofa, with two armchairs facing it, all at 90 degrees to the expansive view.

There was a small bar with sink against the wall and two doors, one on each side, half-open showing two large bedrooms inside. The suite was truly magnificent.

James stopped to take in the view and the impressive surroundings while Terry reached into the bag to remove the blue envelope she noticed while riding the elevator.

Terry sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and removed the handwritten note inside.

Terry,

I hope you are enjoying the modest suite. Feel free to charge food and beverage to the room, my compliments.

I have provided your outfit for the evening, I trust the sizes are correct. You will also find make-up in shades to compliment the ensemble.

At 9 PM this evening, proceed to the lobby bar and sit at the bar. There is a conference for legal professionals at the hotel this weekend so the bar should be active.

Your objective for the evening is to enjoy the attention that your ensemble will generate. The outfit was chosen to display your physical charms and you should allow yourself to project a demeanor of sensuality and availability. You do not need to be the initiator of any encounters but simply enjoy the deep primal instincts that you have denied yourself in the past. You are to allow yourself the uninhibited enjoyment that you will feel and simply take advantage.

I will be in the bar but do not acknowledge my presence if you notice me. I will be there to observe and will intervene if you draw the attention of someone you feel is unsafe or simply not to your liking.

At any time, you can simply text me with the simple code of 911. I have access to your room and I can also intervene as "hotel security" to any room you choose to go to if offered.

Enjoy the experiences that the evening will produce,

Steve

Terry noticed that James was seated on one of the armchairs, watching her read.

She pulled the shopping bag toward her and set it on the floor at her feet. The first smaller bag contained cosmetics, including eye shadow in a darker shade than she normally used on the rare occasion that she used eye shadow at all. There was also lip gloss in a bright red shade.

The next package she removed was a shoebox. Inside were a pair of shiny black pumps with four-inch heels and a narrow black strap around the ankle. Terry smiled as she could hear her friend Janie identify them as "FMP's" or "Fuck Me Pumps." As a practical matter Terry hoped she could manage to look graceful, walking in the unusually high heels.

The next box was obviously a dress box and was from one of the trendy boutiques in the city. Terry opened the box, almost fearing what she might find. Her first reaction was satisfaction as she admired the beautiful silver-gray shade of the silky fabric. Her eye was impressed by the obviously high-quality of the garment.

The dress almost dripped out of the box as she raised it by the shoulders. As she held it at arms length she was pleased that it at least appeared to be of a length she would be comfortable wearing although from the waist down it was of a design that would stretch and cling tightly to her hips. The top by contrast was loose as it fell down the front, off of her shoulders by Terry almost gasped as she realized how low cut the front was. The two sides would drape across her breasts and cover her but there was no mistaking this dress for office attire.

Two boxes remained; one containing a small clutch and the last, had the logo of a well-known lingerie shop. Terry loved the small clutch and set it aside as she opened the lingerie box.

Inside she found a pair of smoky-black thigh high stockings. The only other thing inside was a pair of black panties, although the tiny garment would hardly qualify and Terry knew she would have to spend some extra time shaving even her normally trimmed bush.

Terry sat back and questioned if she could even steel herself to wear this outfit in public much less be ready for what might happen later.

Terry and James decided to have dinner at the restaurant off the lobby and as they enjoyed the meal, Terry noticed many, mostly male, well-dressed patrons at the restaurant in small groups and meeting in the lobby and heading out, assumedly to one of the many restaurants in the area. Terry's mind wandered as she saw men who caught her eye and felt a flush of warmth between her legs.

Conversation between Terry and James was subdued and mostly casual chat. They both knew that the evening was another turning point in this adventure and Terry wondered if James was experiencing the same doubts that came and went from her mind. Although very nervous, Terry also knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and that if she squandered the opportunity she would regret it. That fact alone continued to motivate her.

After James signed the check, they proceeded to the elevators. As they walked by the lobby bar, Terry peaked inside so that she would have her bearings for later. Noting the time of 7 PM, she felt her heart begin to race.

James sat and turned on the big-screen TV as Terry, wrapped in one of the hotel's fluffy bathrobes, walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The warm water and the pressure of the shower seemed to relax her muscles and she began to embrace what was ahead.

Drying herself from the shower, she reached for the robe and then stopped. She knew that the evening required much more than just the outfit and she made the uncharacteristic decision to forgo the robe and stay naked as she applied her makeup.

Looking at the face in the mirror as the first stroke of the dark, smoky eye shadow was applied, Terry began to feel something deep inside. The eyes were not hers but those of someone else, a wanton sexual creature that had stayed repressed since college-aged fantasies. For the first time Terry decided to let the entire creature out instead and just the tiny glimpses she had allowed in her past. She applied her makeup with skill and purpose.

Terry finished by pulling her hair back away from her face. She found she was enjoying the confident face that met her from the mirror and she wanted to show it to maximum advantage.

Terry moved to the bed, sat and reached for the stockings. Her mind was seeing a unique order to the next step. She bunched up the stockings and pulled them over her recently pedicured toes. As she pulled the silky fabric she could feel the sensation of blood flowing up her legs to her thighs... and beyond. After both stockings were in place, she stood and looked in the mirror to make sure the tops were even on each leg. She loved both the feel and look the stockings gave to her legs. The confidence she normally felt with her legs was magnified multiple times over.