She stood there. She was naked except for panties and her high heels. Anyone looking could tell by the look on her face she was unsure how she ended up in this situation. She blushed bright red and started to cover her chest.
Chevy smiled at her, he'd planned and prepared for this all month, but had wanted to find someone longer.
She was a realtor subagent, working for a guy for almost no money. She had come to the house to show it to him. She had driven him in her car from the parking lot of her office. No one else had seen him. Chevy had called her directly, specifically, used a false name, said he was an unspecified 'friend of a friend.' Knew she could "use the commission." She'd been eager, excited, he'd told her he wanted a big house, the sort that her boss had been unable to move in the recent economy. In person, she'd been flirtatious, smiling, and overeager to please, trying the hard-sell of this the whole way in the parking lot. She saw his expensive suit, his expensive watch, and shoes, and decided he'd looked the part. Believed him when he mentioned paying property cash, no mortgage needed. There had been a fancy car in the parking lot, she'd assumed it was his.
Chevy had selected her carefully. For this sort of thing research pays off. He wasn't some one night and done pick-up artist. He liked to have women who were his. He may not be a one-woman man, but he told himself he'd never been the bad-guy, just preferred to control his collection.
He'd heard of her as a possibility when he'd bumped into one of her coworkers, a drunken asshole, had talked shit about her, and mentioned she had a poor sales record, debts, and Chevy had begun looking into her.
He had decided she would be perfect. Margaret, called Maggy in childhood, Meg those close to her as an adult. He had wondered about that, not understanding why a young woman would want to be called Meg. She was an Isolated and lonely woman. She had no real family, only a few friends but not close, she'd lost those in the divorce to her wealthy husband along with her home. The husband had been important because he'd been a bastard.
Everyone knew he'd been been verbally abusive, and suspected he was rough with her. He'd love to have known for sure, it would change his approach. She didn't really date these days which suggested it had been bad. According to a friend's post online the fucker had killed her cat. Chevy had always liked cats. He had really disliked her Ex after hearing that. He did know from a database that they'd had dueling restraining orders.
The Ex had a good lawyer, she'd had a fool. Everything in her behavior, and his research, said she was a broken and indecisive but not stupid woman. She'd simply always been reliant on other people. Tried to be a model for a predatory 'agent', and left college to marry the asshole as his third in a string of younger wives. She was attractive but just aging out of what he must have thought were her "beauty years". And now just over thirty and screwed by her ex-husband in the recent divorce she was probably mostly just insecure. He'd considered, he was probably doing her a favor. She'd had less than a year as a realtor, ink fresh on the license.
If the bastard hadn't messed her up enough during the marriage, he had made it worse when he the younger model got pregnant immediately. That was the lever he'd used, he'd talked about his desire to marry, have kids, and thus the interest in the big house. Once upon a time she'd had hopes of having a family, you could tell by her online presence. But when they talked in the car, she'd seemed convinced she'd never have it, talked like a woman ten or twenty years older than her real age. He'd used simple manipulation to suggest interest. He was reasonably handsome, and she believed he was richer than he was. That was the power of a good watch and thousand dollar shoes. She might not have believed one one-thousand-dollar suit, but she had looked at the shoes, well taken care of but not new, when he commented about having multiple watches while wearing this one, he saw her eyes. She'd been interested. The watch "cost" more than her car. It was for that perception he'd invested in it. A really good fake but still it sold the part.
Chevy had begun to work on her in the car and continued in the house, simple tricks, complex word associations, repetitions, "you're lonely, I'm lonely", fast patter and break her expected scripts, using language games to get her to say things she wouldn't normally. He made jokes and then took her jokes seriously, ramping up the conversation slowly. She had begun to act and talk about things that were personal because they seemed the thing to say and do in the conversation. He'd been offering her strange choices but implying he'd buy the house, not quite saying she'd need to answer. He let her consider herself as guiding the conversation throughout the tour. He'd picked up her comments and several times she'd been embarrassed that she had led the conversation to something sexual or personal. And she had been embarrassed when she said all she wanted was to catch a nice guy. He had started out asking "why a real estate agent" and all she'd meant to answer was it was what divorced women did on TV. He'd commented on her being good because she was pretty and somehow the course of the conversation had wandered in a minute, until he had said "ahh so I won't be surprised when you try to seduce me," and she'd felt she couldn't take it back and simply laughed. She wasn't sure
He wasn't an expert hypnotist or conman, but he had learned tricks, studied, and practiced what seemed to work. She'd been off guard the whole time. They'd kept talking throughout the whole house, she liked the attention and wanted the commission, she couldn't remember the last time someone had been so interested in her. He kept saying nice things, they seemed to have a lot in common, he said he thought she should be a model, she could have beautiful children, he liked children, she liked children, and why had she agreed when they'd said the best part was trying to make children. There had been smiles, and she knew they were both thinking about sex, she'd blushed and been a little excited, but she'd been trying to show him an upstairs bedroom.
She'd pointed out and sat on the bench in the bay window, and he said she deserved to be on a pedestal, she had felt her heart pound. She hadn't had a response.
He talked so fast, and she'd tried to keep up. She told herself, she was aggressively trying to do things he suggested because the commission was on the line, but somehow the boundary line kept moving. Normally she'd only flirt a little but she just kept going. Each time, he had made it seem like she was suggesting the new line. He'd mentioned being hungry, she'd mention having skipped breakfast, and somehow, they ended up talking about oral sex. Then she had agreed to a date. She'd been the one to first make the innuendo explicit, and she he smiled at it. She'd said yes when he had said she sounded like she wanted to get some lunch soon. She'd been grateful he'd gone back to talking about food, and only later did she realize she he might have thought that was a date offer? That was how it went the whole time. She'd made a comment, he'd said he liked her dress, she appreciated it, and made a comment about his suit, which led him to saying she was much less covered up. She'd agreed, and somehow ended up saying some of her outfits felt like being naked when men looked at him. The conversation had progressed, she'd somehow been asked and answered she didn't have a bra on. Then when the conversation looked like it would turn to normal, he'd basically said that the sexiest thing in the world would be a naked woman in the kitchen, she laughed and he said he'd marry the woman who was naked in a kitchen, and somehow, she'd just ended up taking her dress off.
So there she was. Standing in an empty kitchen in Just her panties and her high heels.
She felt off balance. She was waiting for him to say anything, and she didn't want to admit this was a mistake, even though she knew it was. Somehow this was the step towards the better future. She wasn't sure how this had happened, but she was usually so passive, and he'd said she should take a chance like twenty times. She'd admitted she was afraid, lonely, and he'd pointed out that if she saw someone who seemed interesting she should leap out and get them. She didn't agree, but it was there in her head. She was basically naked and asking herself whether he was what she wanted.
