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got off the platform and into the station, he spotted her immediately. She wore a white blouse and a dark blue skirt, as she told him she would. The blouse was loose but couldn’t completely conceal the lushness of her soft body or the black bra she wore beneath it. Damn she looked sexy. Her face was just like her picture, with a few extra laugh lines around the eyes. She didn’t notice him right away but kept scanning the throng ahead of him. He didn’t want to wait, so he took the quickest path. He broke from the line, crossed through a row of seats for those waiting for a train, and then stepped over the rail that enclosed the waiting area. He wasn’t trying to sneak up on her, but it nearly had that effect.
    She whirled at the last moment. “Rob Randall?”
    He grinned. “Louise.” His casual willingness to start from scratch with her if need be had melted away upon seeing her. He wanted to hold her and taste her soft red lips, and he didn’t want to wait. “Give me a kiss, slave girl.”
    She hesitated a split second, which gave him time to put his suitcase down and wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her to him. She was over half a foot shorter than him, and when she tilted her head up and he bent his down, their lips met perfectly. He’d intended something short, but her lips parted against his, and he couldn’t resist sliding his tongue in to taste her better. She kissed him back with a ferociousness that more than made up for her earlier hesitation. She smelled good, like roses and vanilla. Her body felt warm and soft and womanly. If she’d put on weight, it had done her some good. He’d much rather hold someone cuddly than some skinny model.
     
    “MASTER.” LOUISE HADN’T been sure whether she’d be willing to say those words or not. There was an element of role-playing in their online existences, even though she always tried to be true to herself. In some ways, she felt like her avatar was more her true self than the accountant she “played” in real life, but in other ways, she wasn’t. Long hair, thin waist, breasts that stood perkily in place as if weightless, none of the concerns of someone who had to take out the trash and do the dishes and all the other myriad things one never had to do online. But after Randall’s kiss took her breath away, “Master” was the only thing that seemed appropriate to say.
    The kiss wasn’t all that startled her out of most of her vocabulary. He’d given her a rough description, but it hadn’t done him justice. She figured people online generally gave themselves rave reviews, and he’d stuck to height and hair color. He’d been accurate as far as it went—he was tall and his hair was short and blond, a buzz cut really—but he hadn’t mentioned that he was lean and fit. He moved with an easy grace. She’d seen him step over the rail casually, out of the corner of her eye, before it had registered that he was the person she was waiting for. Flexible. And from the feel of his arms around her, strong too.
    “It’s nice to finally meet you, Louise.”
    She didn’t find herself using his name very often online. He was almost always simply Master. He’d never insisted on that, but that had been what she wanted, in her desire to immerse herself more fully in the fantasy of their existence there. She didn’t know where to go from here. Did she call him Rob or Randall? Rob seemed too casual, but addressing him by his last name was awkward too. For a moment, it panicked her, and she was afraid, as she had been a dozen times on the drive to Union Station, that she would somehow screw it up. She’d come up with two answers. Let him lead . It was simple, really. She trusted him. Not completely—one couldn’t completely trust anyone, and especially someone one only knew online—but until proven otherwise, she trusted him. Then there was the other answer. Relax, be yourself . “It’s nice to meet you too, Randall. Rob? You’re a good kisser. Even if