Three Sides of the Coin · Catherine I

He escorted her to her room, and though she did not remember inviting him in, it seemed so natural for him to enter and be seated in the overstuffed wing chair at one end of the large hotel room. She had found herself standing ten feet away from him after laying her purse on the bureau. He sat there like a king on a throne and drank in her form. She felt both minimized by the audacity of his perusal, the objectification of her, and proud to be an object of what she took to be admiration. She felt both intimidated and sexy.

After a long pause, he said in a quiet powerful voice, "I want to see." She knew immediately what he meant. The ten foot space between them gave her courage and she slowly unbuttoned the dress completely down the front, starting at the top. Each button brought her closer to a submission to him she did not know if she wanted, or craved. And each button exposed a bit more of her pride and courage. With the last button opened, the dress fell back and she slid it wide, like an oyster prepared for a meal. His eyes darted to the floor lightly, subtly, but she was focused on every movement, every tick of the ceiling fan, every sound in the hall outside, and she knew to drop the dress to the floor. Now standing only in her black lacy lingerie, the bra pushing in and up her proud breasts, the bikini panties lying just so on her hipbones, caressing her curves and angling to the vee between her legs, the garter belt emphasizing her narrow waist in her near perfect slender hourglass and black lace topped stockings ending at her high heels. She looked magnificent and she knew it.

She slowly turned around to show him her marvelous backside and her long back that her Steven had called the most beautiful back in the world. She knew she impressed this man. He might have had more than a hundred women in his life. Of that she was fairly confident. And certainly some would have been models of some repute. Younger and more lithe. But she felt she had an impressive combination of beauty, grace, intelligence and knowledge. She wanted to impress him.

When she had completed her slow twirl, he raised a hand and beckoned her towards him. And strangely, for the first time since he had entered her room, it dawned on her on what might happen next. She was not prepared to offer herself to him, but she was not sure that she wanted to turn down the opportunity to find out what might be next. Up until now, she had not felt that she was being unfaithful to her husband, but merely acting on a fantasy, a job where rich men paid her to be beautiful and intelligent in their presence. But now, intimacy, with this stranger, for that was what he still remained despite her efforts to the contrary, was now a possibility. And now, as she slowly stepped towards him, she realized that she would have to make a decision soon, and she was ashamed to admit that she hadn't thought it through as she should have. She felt like a naive little school girl enjoying her budding sexuality without appreciating the power, the overwhelming power, it had over men, and how subjugated to that power, these strong men could, and sometimes did, take what was not theirs. Could she say no? Did she even want to say no? Each step made her more into a powerless creature and less the sexy-in-charge vixen she had imagined herself to be moments before.

A step away from him, he said, "Kneel." She sank to her knees in front of him and felt even weaker as she looked towards him, sitting regally in the throne before her. Was she to suck his cock, a thing she had once tried vainly in college and never had tried again, and had made it clear to any sexual partner that it was beneath her to even be asked to perform such a task? Her arms to her sides, (she did not know where else to put them), she felt awkward and completely in his control. She was on her knees, in her underwear