"Meet me over in the corner of the parking lot." Dawn laughed, "I need something from you."
Slick with sweat, Jamie's palms slid across the steering wheel as he turned into the lot. What could she need from me this late, he wondered. Whatever it was, it would be amusing, as always. Sometimes Dawn's midnight summons were for playful chit chat. Other times, they turned into whimsical sexual explorations where he was not always, or even usually, on top of things.
An image of their last encounter came to mind as his eyes scanned the dark parking lot. He let the memory linger and a slow smile spread across his face. Sometimes he still woke up during the middle of the night with his wrists clenched tightly together behind his back. In the darkness it always took a few heartbeats to remember that he was alone in bed. There were no handcuffs, no one was pulling his hair. There was no one behind him either, with their hands sliding over his hips, guiding, pushing something hard and unyielding deep inside...
"There." Jamie said aloud as he recognized Dawn's van. She was in one of the more remote corners of the parking lot. That could be really good or really bad, he considered as he bit down on his bottom lip.
In the early days a remote outing hinted at some good old fashion humiliation. These days though, she seemed to delight more in public embarrassment. It was a coin toss, he decided as he pulled alongside her van, pure and simple. She was waiting for him with a grin that promised something to write about. He recognized it immediately and gave out a wistful sigh as they met.
"Glad you made it." Dawn purred, "I really needed something from you."
Jamie shifted his weight from leg to leg. He knew he was playing into something by asking this but couldn't back out now.
"Whatcha need?" he asked, trying to seem casual.
Dawn leaned back against the side of her van and flashed a grin that any girl would envy. She held up a finger, matter-of-factly, and began, sounding quite irritated by his lack of seriousness and respect.
"Well, I was on my way home, sitting at a red light and bored out of my mind, when I suddenly had a need to see you piss yourself! I thought to myself, 'Who do I know who'll piss their pants if I order them to', then I remembered that I had a bitch boy who would slurp up his own puddle if I told him to. So anyway, um, I'm going to need you to go ahead and take care of this for me."
Jamie's mouth fell open, half in amusement and half in bewilderment. "You can't be serious."
Dawn rolled her eyes in mock exasperation as Jamie's face reddened from excitement and embarrassment.
"Actually I am. So go ahead and start then. Oh, and stand over there in the light so I can see it clearly. Oh, and squat like a girl like you're suppose to now." She added. He stood there for a moment, red faced and dumbfounded. Mistaking his silence for defiance, Dawn narrowed her eyes.
"I know this might seem a little embarrassing, but think about it this way. How much more humiliating do you think it would be if I just started showing up at your work with pictures of you pissing yourself like a little baby? Do you think they'd be interested in something like that? Or maybe they'd prefer to see you prancing around in a bra and panties instead?" The horror that showed on his face was fuel and she flashed a wicked smile and continued.
"Of course, if you're dead set on not giving me my little show maybe I can just start bringing men over to your apartment every now and again to fuck you. Your ass, as pretty as it is, does belong to me, remember? Trust me when I say this, in the very near future you could become a very, VERY, popular piece of ass," leering out those last few words for effect...and it was definitely working by the piercing glare in his eyes.
She upped the ante, loving his reaction, "Maybe I could even start charging. What do you think is a fair price?"
"Wait." Jamie put up his hands in surrender, "You don't need to go into all that, I, um, I can do this for you."
"Are you really sure you don't mind?" her voice dripping with sarcasm as she fished a video recorder from her purse.
"Not at all." He returned in a very small voice. Jamie's shoulders dropped slightly. You couldn't let someone dress you up in panties, give you an over the knee spanking, fuck you up the ass, then tell them 'no' when they demanded you wet yourself. It just didn't work like that.
Jamie made a slow shuffle over to the illuminated spot where she was now pointing. He knew it was only a parking lot light but in this situation it seemed like nothing less than a spotlight.
"Forget where you are," he told his bladder as he squatted down, just let yourself go. He waited a full minute before managing a slight trickle.
