Ok, since you asked nicely, here is a longer post, two chapters for the price of one. I hope you enjoy them.
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The man stepped around her, closed the door, and ordered, "Take off the coat."
Sydney made no move to obey the obvious command. She was so full of emotions, fear, anger, humiliation and one that she could not deny, but hated to admit, excitement. This was wrong on so many levels, and yet she was so wet down there.
"Look, slut, we are not going to argue, debate, or discuss every order I give you. You know the alternative to disobedience, so take off the fucking coat!"
It felt like a slap in the face, but Sydney realized he held all the cards. She removed her coat, and gave it to his hand which appeared at her side. She trembled slightly, but tried to remain strong. She thought back to the only other time that she had worn this outfit, the Halloween party. She had gotten so much attention from both guys and girls that she was strutting herself around like she was queen. Now, wearing this costume made her feel so self-conscious, it was like being naked.
She decided that, at least for the time being, she would obey his commands. If she was going to find a way out of this mess, she would have to make him think that she was complying. All she would have to do is outsmart him, and Sydney was quite certain that she was up to the task.
"Lock your hands behind your neck, thrust out your chest, and spread your legs," he commanded, as he walked around to face her, standing not quite within her space, but close enough to make her tilt slightly backwards...until she realized this actually pushed her breasts out even more. Sydney stood straight and stared into the distance.
Stepping aside, he said, "Walk to the end of the hallway, turn, and come back. Keep your hands where they are."
Sounding like an innocent request, she began to walk down the hall, turned and was halfway back when he spoke.
"You walk like a duck. I said walk, not waddle! Use your obvious assets, one step nearly in front of the other. Walk like a model, not like a librarian! Sheesh, you have so much to learn."
"A librarian!" she thought. WTF! Sydney knew she was attractive and took pride in her looks and appearance. She would show this idiot. She immediately changed her strut, and when ordered to repeat the walk, she did so with her ass swaying in sync with her gait. She handled heals well, she believed, and this jerk would see her at her best.
"Acceptable," he said.
"Acceptable!" She blurted out, her anger finally getting the best of her, "Look, I don't know what kind of bullshit game this is, but I don't have time to waste walking up and down your fucking hallway. Just fix my laptop and I'll get out of here and forget about the whole thing." She surprised herself with the outburst. She very rarely swore, especially to her elders, whom she had been raised to always respect.
The man stared at her with an angry look in his eyes, then he stepped over to the door and opened it. "Get out!!" he snapped, pointing sharply with his finger. Sydney, startled by his sudden forcefulness actually stepped in that direction before stopping. She couldn't leave, not until she got all her files back on her computer.
"I...I can't" she stuttered and before she could say any more, he reached out, grabbed her arm roughly and yanked her out the door onto the stoop. He then stepped back inside, slammed the door and locked it.
Hot tears burned at the corners of her eyes and she blinked them away, turning back toward the door. Her laptop and Kira's long coat were still in his kitchen, and worse, she was standing out here in this outfit which left very little to the imagination. She knocked quickly and waited, suddenly feeling the urge to pee.
She waited ten seconds then knocked again, louder this time and with more urgency. Anyone walking down the street right now would get quite an eyeful and Sydney was well aware of that. He still wouldn't open the door and the thought of walking all the way back home in this outfit was starting to look like a real possibility.
If she had money and a cell phone she could call herself a cab. She was sure cab drivers had seen plenty of bizarre things while driving, so a young lady in a fuck-me outfit would be water-cooler talk only until the next weirdo called for a ride. Unfortunately for her though, she had neither phone nor money, being that this outfit had no place to stash it.
For a third time she knocked, very loudly this time, and called out "Please let me in...I'm sorry!" She estimated that she had been out here for at least a minute and she could hear someone talking out by the street. A car approached and she knocked again "Please, Master, let me in." It seemed like the right thing to call him and it worked, he opened the door.
Syd tried to enter the house before the car drove by but he stood blocking the entrance. Tears were now flowing down Sydney's face, she was so embarrassed and afraid he was going to lock her out again. "May I come in please?" she sniffed. He didn't move, just smirked, then started to close the door again. "WAIT!!" she shouted "Master, please may I come in?"
Finally, he stepped back and held the door open for her. Quickly she rushed in. She was crying fully now, feeling pretty low. After closing the door and locking it, the man handed Syd a paper towel to clean herself up. He waited patiently while she mopped up her face, then took the towel from her and deposited it in the trash.
"Let me make myself perfectly clear," he began. "I am not interested in your problems. I don't care what you want. I don't give a shit about your feelings. It makes no difference to me whether or not you become the next internet sensation, or whether or not your video goes viral."
He paused, letting his words sink in, then continued, "You need to remember that you need me, not the other way around."
This was all so much for Sydney, she was still calming her heavily beating heart from being locked out and this was definitely not going the way she wanted it to go.
"So," he started again after a pause, "you can either leave now, find your own way home, or you can follow me to my studio for some pictures."
"Pictures?" That wasn't what she expected to hear, but she figured this would be where he would want to fuck her.
He sighed loudly, as if he was frustrated with her ignorance. "Let me guess, you were expecting to get fucked right? I mean why else would I bring you here tonight in that outfit, right? Listen bitch, I can get all the high quality cunt that I want whenever I want. Real women who know all about what it takes to please a man. I'm not interested in fucking your pathetic little no-talent pussy. I'd have better sex with my hand. You give yourself way too much credit.
"You are here tonight to model. I bet that you even suck at that, but I'm going to try to get something decent out of it. I figure you have to be good at something, I just have to figure out what that something is."
No one had ever talked to Sydney like this man was. She was used to guys going out of their way to be nice to her. She knew she was pretty, hell she knew she was gorgeous, probably even professional model material if she ever chose that field. This guy though, he seemed like he was disgusted with her. She assumed that he would be all over her the moment they walked in the house, but he didn't want her. Maybe he was gay.
The way he had talked to her just made her want to prove to him that he was wrong. Besides, she had always wondered what it would be like to be a model. She even thought she would be good at it. So she decided that she was going to show him that she was capable of doing it and doing it well.
"I haven't got all night, you need to decide now what you are doing."
