The hookers plied their trade on the hopeless submissives who begged to be ground underfoot.The hookers plied their trade on the hopeless submissives who begged to be ground underfoot. Just as Don thought that this was only going to be a reminder of why he had stopped coming here, he saw HER. Sitting at a table by herself was a vision. She had a mane of black hair that framed the face of a goddess. Exotic eyes were highlighted with shades of blue; high cheeks were shaded dramatically; and full lips were as red as blood. She was dressed in a black sheath made of what was obviously expensive sheepskin leather. Slit to her thigh, it allowed her beautiful legs to be displayed. They showed black nylons leaving a hint of smooth white flesh at the top. Her feet were enclosed in black leather pumps, 6 inches high and shining like mirrors. Her arms were covered to the shoulder in impossibly tight gloves made of the same material as her dress. The gloves were unusual in that the only opening was at the fingertips. Thrusting from these slits were red fingernails at least 2 inches long. the amazing part about them is that they looked real. As Don watched this vision he was struck by the fact that this Incredibly attractive woman was still alone. It was obviously her choice. Time and time again she turned away potential worshippers. Just as Don thought that she might be totally unapproachable, she looked over at him and smiled. She lifted her hand, curled one finger, and motioned him to come to her. He felt himself lifted from his stool and floated across the floor to her. He dropped to his knees in front of her. He did not consciously speak but heard his voice say, " You called to me. I am here" She smiled and said," I knew you would come. I made sure you would be here tonight" Even in his daze Don was shocked by her statement. He gathered himself and replied," How could you have known I would be here. I have never seen you before. Do I know you from somewhere else?" She smiled again and said, "Oh, but I have seen you before, and I think I do know you very well." She extended her hand and said," My card." Don looked at the card. It had letters in a flowing script and a leather-like print It said: MICHELLE johns. Don felt his palms get wet and his head get light. He looked at this voluptuous and erotic woman in shock. This must be some kind of game she was playing with that salesman who had visited him during the week. |