Well, to tell you this story I need to back up a little bit and tell you about how we met. Janice and I met in a straightforward way, she just liked my tie, or so she says. We were in an elevator, and she just looked over at me and said "Hey, I like your tie," and it was all over from there. My first impression of her was that she was probably the sexiest woman I had ever met in person, but soon enough I found her to also be intelligent, deeply interesting, funny, and adventurous. I hate to sound cliche, but she was the whole package. We had a couple dates and everything was as good as it could be, love at first sight with a healthy scoop of puppy love, a dollop of admiration, and a bucket full of romantic interest.
When she asked me to take her to an art show we were still in the discovery stage of our relationship. We were still new enough that hadn't quite invited each other over to stay the night, but, well... there were long afternoons spent... learning each other. All of this is why anyone, especially me, would not have expected what I found when I came over to pick her up.
When I got to her place I found a note on the front door.
"Hey babe, to the right of the door there is a lock box with my extra key attached to the wall, the code is your birthday. If the door is locked when you get here, I'm probably just... occupied. If I'm busy, just make yourself at home until I'm ready. Maybe watch some boob tube."
As I finished reading the note, I smirked at her little misuse of words, she should have been preoccupied. How naive I was.
I knocked and rang the bell, but there was no answer, so I used my birthday to get the key and opened the front door. I yelled out to let her know I was there. I was still impressed with this place; she said that she had come into possession of the property thanks to a little inheritance invested well as a kid. The front entrance was vast and airy yet pleasant and warm. Most surfaces were fine marble or handcrafted wood.
Still unsure of myself in her place, I decided to go straight to watching TV while I waited for her to be ready. When I turned on the TV, I was a little surprised that I could not change the channel. The TV only displayed "please, wait... loading" on a blue screen. 'Cable must be loading up' I thought. I set down the remote and was about to enjoy some random game on my cell phone when the TV screen went black for a second then I saw Janice on the TV. The Janice on the TV addressed me and began talking. 'How cute she recorded me something.', I thought.
"...I need you to listen carefully to this message all the way through. I feel that we need to move on to the next level of our relationship, and you seem to me to feel the same way. We have talked about fetishes, and we have talked about what turns us on, so I decided to finally test you and see if you are someone that can handle a woman like me. We have had some really fantastic times, and I trust you, so I am giving myself over to you completely. The art show we are going to is a special one, invitation only. Every guest must bring a piece of art with them to be enjoyed by everyone, tastefully. Watch this video, and you will see soon enough what I mean. Further instructions are at the end of this video. Oh, and by the way, this next part is especially just for you."
As she finished speaking she reached behind the video camera and pushed something, I now know that she had started a macro to be her assistant while she got ready for our date. The first thing the macro did was inject some background music into the video that it was creating for me. I could tell from the sun coming through the window in the room that she was using to record that this video was not live, this video had been recorded when it was more light out. Sexy club beat was coming from the speakers of the high-end audio equipment attached to the TV I was watching.
She stepped back from the camera seductively and pouted a sexy 'I'm lonely, come here and touch me' look. She started dancing to the music. Watching her could see what she was wearingโalthough it covered her well, it was sexy in its own right. As she danced, she started seductively taking off her top, then her bra, then everything else followed piece by slow sensual piece. I was shocked to see that she had her nipples pierced and she now had a shiny silver pair of rings in them, well I was more surprised that I had never noticed the piercing holes before when I had played with her breast. I was also shocked at how well she danced. I started to wonder if maybe she had not made all her money in investments, maybe she had had a stint as a stripper, but I thought better of it right away. I realized that she had probably just taken a stripper pole exercise class to help her maintain her bangin' body.
As she finished taking off all of her clothes she laid down on the bed on her back with her sex facing the camera. She fingered herself for a short time, looking directly at the camera with an unforgettable expression that could only have meant 'you are turning me on beyond my ability to stop myself.' The look on her face was that of pure greedy sexual need. Every bone in my body wanted to jump up off the couch and go help her with her need, but the logic side of my mind stopped me. This scene had already happened. I also noticed that something glimmered between her legs as she played with herself, and I wondered if she had her clit or hood pierced. I thought, for a sparkling second, that I saw a loop of shiny metal and wondered if her nipple and clit piercing matched. She was just too far from the camera now to really tell.