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matching underwear and lace top stockings. My stockings remain perfectly in place around the middle of my thighs thanks to the sticky strips on the inside. I let my skirt drop to the floor once it gets past my knees and step out of the crumpled remains on the ground.
    “God you are fucking sexy.” He growls, shifting his chair.  
    I pick up my clothes, walk towards him, and put them in my suitcase that’s next to this quivering male. While I’m bent over, he takes the opportunity to run his hand up the back of my thigh and over my left butt cheek, before slowly sliding back down towards my private parts. I allow him to feel my outer lips that bulging against the lace of my underwear, letting him linger there just enough before I abruptly slap his hand.
    “Not yet Michael. All good things…”
    “ Arrgh … You drive me wild woman.” He rips his hand away and slumps back in his chair, hands folded behind his head, unable to contain his frustration.
    “That is my job Michael.” I give him my wicked smile as I hand him a glass of champagne.
    Placing a strawberry in my mouth I bend down with the end of it towards him, waiting for his mouth to come and claim it. I allow my lips to stroke his and slowly enter my tongue into his open mouth. Brushing my tongue across his top lip, I deliver the strawberry into his mouth. His eyes are closed as he slowly chews on the strawberry, delighted in the moment that I’ve just bestowed upon him. I’m confident he’s squirming inside with anticipation... like they all do. This is all part of the art of being a seductress. No point just coming in and fucking them senseless. You have to build up the moment for the client to give them something that is more than just the sex and in return, you rake in the cash.
    “Stay here Michael. I’ll be right back.”
    He moans in frustration as I close the bathroom door behind me.
     
    I fling open the door of the bathroom and see that Michael is no longer in his chair.
    “Sit!” I demand from the doorway, swinging my handcuffs around my black satin-gloved hand. My other hand slaps my ridding crop on the side of my thigh at the same time.
    “ Wo …” Michael is unable to finish the single syllable word.
    His ashen face looking like he’s just seen a ghost.  My intention wasn’t to scare him. God is he ready for this? Too late now! His hands feverishly feel the air behind him to search for the chair, unable to peel his eyes from my body that has been squeezed into my leather corset. The corset is tight and forces my breasts to bulge out at the top. I have my leather suspenders on with black fishnet stockings attached and towering black Christian Louboutin pumps -and as directed by my madam- my leather eye-mask that curls up cat-like in the corners. To add a softer touch to my outfit, I’ve decided to don some black, French-lace underwear. A second set of handcuffs hangs from the delicate lace of my underwear. Slowly prowling towards Michael, I smile my yes-you-are-in-trouble-right-now smile. Sliding the riding crop down the back of my suspender belt, I inch towards the stunned stuntman. I guide each of his arms down to rest the chair’s armrest and attach him to the chair via the handcuffs. He looks up at me and smiles his too eager to please smile, fully giving himself to me. I take out my iPod from my suitcase, replace it on the iPod dock of the stereo and change the music over. I keep my legs straight as I bend over in front of Michael and pick Gotye’s Hearts A Mess , my favourite soundtrack for a moment like this. From an upside down angle, I can see Michael’s head tilted to the side through my parted legs. I take my time in choosing the song, knowing full well that I’m giving him a view of all of me… and all that he desires. He still hasn’t uttered a word. Unquestionably still in shock. The words coming from the stereo resinate my true feelings from within; You don't get burned, 'Cause nothing gets through, It makes it