"Maybe, I should leave." she muttered.
She was finding it difficult to speak up.
He lit up a cigar, not indicating anything that showed he heard her.
He was very clear in his messages, did not bargain, agreed on her terms and offered to meet in the fanciest hotel in town. She thought he was a safe choice.
He didn't have the businessman look except for the suit he was wearing. He was in his forties, bald, muscular and short. He had a stubble and a scary scar on his cheek. He didn't speak much and when he spoke he didn't even bother looking at her.
"Dear, can I ask you something?" he asked softly, interrupting her thoughts.
"Yes." she said, with a little crack in her voice.
"Can you fill a glass of wine for me?" he said, pointing to the bottle on the desk.
She got up walking towards the bottle agitated. She wasn't a waitress after all.
"Dear?" he said, making her stop. "Can you walk slower? I want everything slow tonight." he said.
He smirked watching her confusion trying to walk slower. She was wearing a little black dress hugging her like a glove, classic black stilettos, red lipstick and red nail polish. He did enjoy looking at her.
She was just putting down the wine bottle when she saw a gun on the chair behind the desk. Not knowing what to do she walked back and handed him the glass.
"Can I leave, sir?" she muttered again standing confused in front of him.
"Dear, why do you think I choose you?" he asked, dismissing her question.
"I don't know." she said.
"Guess?" he said while taking a sip.
"Because, I am hot?" she said. "... and young?" she added when he did not answer.
"There are many hot and young women." he said. "Looks matter a lot. Your choice of lingerie in your photos were very tasteful like your choice of dress for tonight. I do like what I see." he said.
"Thank you." she said. She couldn't help feeling flattered.
"But, would you like to know why I really chose you?" he asked again.
"Yes." she said.
"I chose you because I thought you were shy." he said. "You don't do this often do you?" he asked.
"No." she said.
He took another sip while she didn't know whether to sit, stand or leave.
"Dear, can you do me another favor?" he asked.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Can you undress?" he said. "Slowly, please." he added.
She found hard to reject him but couldn't get herself to move either.
"Sir, you have a gun?" she managed to ask.
"Don't worry about that." he said calmly.
He got up, circling her slowly. She couldn't move, feeling his eyes all over her. He approached her from behind. She felt his hands moving gently on her body, undressing her.
When he was done, he took his time undressing himself. She could see that he had scary scars from god knows what on his body as well. He was muscular like the guys she saw at the gym but, somehow knew that his muscles were not just to show off.
He approached her from behind again. She could feel his dick poking her.
"You look like a piece of art, dear." he whispered.
