An unsettling feeling overcomes me when the privacy door closes behind us; my mind races in a million different directions instantly. Initially, my thoughts are outside the small privacy room wondering what Rhonda and Walter are discussing in my absence. The very thought of having sex with Phil Durham utterly disgusts me, not to mention the fact he is obviously drunk.
On the table is a cheap bottle of wine, and two chairs are seated around the table. There are a few odd looking restraining devices in the room, and a small window with blood red curtains pulled closed. Making my way to the window to open the curtains, I wait for Phil to pour us both a glass of wine. Glancing out the window, I can see the bustling nightlife on the streets of Atlanta below from my vantage point on the upper level of the Chamber. Lost in the scenic spectacle of lights, I almost forget I'm not alone in the room; not really in the mood to drink.
"Have a drink. Relax." Phil suggests placing his hand on my shoulder, spinning me to face him. "This'll be fun, I promise." Phil slurs with his intoxicated breath.
"Fun, he says?" I sarcastically remind myself of my situation trying not to look directly into Phil's eyes.
For a moment I wanna knock the shit out of Phil's obnoxious, drunk ass. The very idea of him touching me sexually sickens me to no end. It's hard for me to believe my genetic research company elected his stupid ass to be the new CEO when I was underhandedly removed from the position by Walter's sinister plans. Or, was that part of the plan, too, to make the eminent merger possible with someone weaker in the CEO position? I'm assuming shit as Phil eagerly tries to hand me a full glass of wine snapping me back to reality. At first I think about slapping it from his hand in protest and storming out of the privacy room; bad idea.
"Sure, don't mind if I do." I reply with a reluctant smile etched on my face. "I should eliminate your ass based on your stupidity." I think silently to myself, smiling at Phil before having a seat at the table still feeling a bit uncomfortable.
Phil quickly has a seat across from me, staring into my eyes; giving me that uncomfortable, needy feeling that he is wanting to fuck me. At this point it's all I can do not to knock the ever loving fuck out of his drunk ass.
"Walter tells me you can fulfill a man's sexual desires in ways I've never seen before." Phil slurs wasting little time getting right to the point, gulping down his glass of wine; creeping me out with the look on his face - I just wanna vomit.
"What does your heart sexually desire this evening, Phil? What fantasy would you truly like made a reality for you?" I clarify sipping on my glass of wine, glancing into Phil's drunken eyes; gently reaching across the table to place my delicate, feminine hands on top of Phil's in a sexually suggestive manner.
"Well, since you put it that way, Kira, I would like to be tied up and sexually dominated by a woman with long, flowing, blonde hair with azure blue, eyes, plump, succulent breasts; clad in a tight, sexy, leather outfit with chains that accent her natural curves." Phil says boldly describing his fantasy.
Shifting my appearance and attire, I reflect Phil's ideal fantasy date right before his drunken eyes exactly as he describes. The look of amazement blossoms on his face watching my appearance and attire configure to his wishes. I take a long sip of my wine before standing up in front of Phil; his jaw drops leaving him speechless for a few minutes witnessing my transformation.
"Holy Shit! That's fucking amazing." Phil exclaims with a drunken slur, desperately trying to pour himself another glass of wine before I take the bottle from his hand, flinging it into the wall; shattering the half empty bottle.
"Is there anything else you want?" I question sarcastically. "This is basic elementary stuff." I protest crossing my arms and tilting my head to one side.
"What else can you do?" Phil questions dumbfounded as I rise to my feet. "I really want to be dominated."
"Go with the flow, Kira. Set your morals to the side." I silently remind myself carefully choosing my next few words. "Oh, I can definitely rock your fucking world." I reply boldly making my way around the table to where Phil is sitting.
Somehow I muster the courage to help Phil's drunk ass up out of the chair. Hovering and swooping around Phil's body, I touch my left temple mentally activating the Diablo Masquerade program. Coercing my thoughts, imagination, and will upon Phil, I make his fantasy a reality in his mind. He is completely lost in a trance; mesmerized. There's probably no chance he can break the images I have coerced into his mind at the moment even if he wanted to.
In an instant Phil is helplessly tied to a tall, slender, wooden pole that stretches from the floor to the ceiling. His arms are high in the air handcuffed to a thick, metal chain dangling from the ceiling; his feet are tied to the pole with rope. I can see the look of anticipation on Phil's face when his clothes disappear before his drunken, bulging, eyes. Before he can utter a word, I paint the illusion of a ball gag in his mouth silencing him for the duration of the scene.
"This is almost too easy; manipulating a drunk man's fantasy is gonna be fun as Hell." I think to myself. "I can get what I want and probably not even have to fuck him to get it." I chuckle to myself allowing my laughter to spill out audibly for a brief moment.
Circling Phil's restrained body like a hawk closing in for the kill, I seductively gently tease his sensitive skin with my long, red, fingernails. The look on Phil's face is absolutely priceless with each and every pass I make. Reading his body language, I slow my circling to gently gnaw and nibble on his earlobes while reaching around his naked body to briefly caress and tease his soft cock; delicately stroking it until it gets hard as a rock in my hand.
Making my way around to the front, I can see Phil's eyes bulging, radiating the lust in his heart. I can tell his timid mind is completely seduced. Instinctively, I know he desires to touch my flesh in sexually intimate ways while I seductively punish his mind lustful temptation.
"Have you been naughty this evening?" I ask pausing for a moment, looking Phil deep in his eyes; navigating my fingernails slowly down his hairy chest towards his hard cock.
