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I'm ready and waiting for my night to begin...I check my leather outfit in the mirror for the millionth time...it's still perfect... tonight is a little different than any of my other demonstrating jobs I've been doing.... tonight is either going to make me or break me but I'm leaning towards the first....I check the info and it's says no need to bring anything.... everything is provided new and in package...even still I've brought one item besides myself...it's my favorite black riding crop...I grab it and smack it into my hand...Mmm that feeling I get when this crop does it's job.....my core starts to heat up and my pussy begins to ache...I squeeze my thighs together to try and calm myself....I check the time... almost time to leave so I zip up my suede thigh high boots and arch my back as I zip the last little bit....the leather I'm in is like a second skin as it hugs and conforms to my body...I have regular clothes on over my seductive leather bc I don't want to attract any attention walking from my car to this job...it's by invite only and wouldn't want to start anything before I even get to the venue. I drive and park... checking and rechecking to make sure I've got the right address...yes, yes I do...I grab my bag and pull my coat tightly around myself....these Chicago winter's are nothing to mess around with...as I approach the venue...I can't believe what I am seeing....it looks like it was once a church... gargoyles sit on the edges protecting the steeples....it's a grey, white and black large brick building..looks like something out of a scary novel or movie....it's beautiful...I stop and scan the entire front as I try and memorize this moment in time...a cold wind blows and I snap out of the trance this place has fogged my mind with...I find the door I'm suppose to knock on....I knock.... anticipation grows....no answer....I knock again...harder this time....still nothing...my mind starts to wander...is this the right place? Am I here on the wrong date or time? Just as I'm about to pull my phone out and call the organizer...the door jerks open with a very errie creepy cracking noise...and standing at the door is a wall of 6'5 muscle...his voice is very commanding but his face is soft ...asks me my name...I tell him my info and he checks his list....he checks me off and moves aside to let me in...I step into a hallway and he tells me where the changing rooms are but first I'm to go up to the third floor office....the organizer wants to meet with me...he pops his head into another room and tells a man in there to listen for the door...he then leads me up through a labrynth of doors and hallways....up a winding staircase and finally to a 3rd floor room with a wooden very ornate door...he knocks, I can hear men and women voices laughing and talking behind the door...the door swings open and a well dressed very handsome man is standing there....the man who led me to this room, I come to find out his name is Jack and the other man, his name being Jacob, he's the organizer of this event. The 2 men discuss something and as much as I strain my ears to hear them I catch only fragments...but I definitely heard my name.. Jack is a tree of a man and I am dwarfed by how massive his body is... finally Jacob tells Jack to go and take care of something...Jack steps to one side and gives me a gentle smile, I return his kindness, then Jacob takes my hand and as I look at this very handsome man I notice right away that he is dripping with wealth and by the way he is dressed and his mannerisms I would put money down that it's old money, his suit is handmade Italian he's leather shoes are the same...but it's his scent that confirms my suspicions, it's earthy...woodsy but not musky... almost like he just stepped out of the woods after showering in the rain with a hint of stardust...it's very intoxicating...but I keep my wits as best I can...he folds my body into his chest and wraps his free hand around my waist as he brings me into the room...as we enter the door closes behind us and my nerves are on high alert...the 3 men in the room are dressed the same as Jacob...2 are sitting in brown leather chairs and one is leaning against the wall...there are 3 women here too, they are all sitting on a red velvet lounge sofa...they all stop conversing and look at me...I feel like I'm on display... Jacob laughs....his laugh is light and rolls off my shoulders...I smile at these people and the return to their conversation...still being held by Jacob, he leads me to the desk in the room and in one swift motion he releases me and takes my coat off and h7angs it on the coat rack....I'm a little shocked at his movements...he moves like fluid...but what makes the flags and bells go off in my head is the way he is looking at me...there's something in those eyes of his....the are a green I've rarely seen but beautiful none the less but it's the glint in them that I can tell he's trying to hide...I clear my throat and come out of the daze that I've been in since entering this room...I reach my hand out and tell him my name for him to shake, and he grabs my hand and brings my fingers to his mouth and sucks on my index and middle finger...a moan escapes him and I quickly take my hand away and say sternly "please I just need to sign the contract for the job tonight and I really need to get ready" even though I'm already ready...I need to not be in a room with this man...I'm a very petite individual and he towers over me...bad situations can arise through a man's greed and wants...I know this all to well...I stand my ground watching him watch me...a smile breaks on his lips...he clears his throat, and the men and women get up and leave the office...now we're alone and my mind starts to think of strategies to get out if things go wrong...he sits at the desk and says "come here" I hesitate he laughs and says " I won't bite... unless you want me to...now come here" I do as requested....he stands he walks around me roaming over my body...every curve...he twirls his finger in my curls bites down on his lip and groans " fuck your gorgeous" "now let me see your outfit" I tell him I need to see some kind of proof he's the one who hired me for this event...he's shocked by the way I am bcmost of the women he hires probably throw themselves at this man and I can see why but this is my livelyhood, I can't afford to make mistakes.. "you're very different from the other ones who demonstrate, are you aware of this?" Hmmm.. "Your very intriguing, I must say"...so I tell him I still need to see something that shows me who he is before I strip down for this guy...he pulls out his passport.. check the name..it checks out...I smile and say thank you...he sits facing me....I slowly remove my "normal" clothing...to reveal a black leather corset...a green and black mini school girl skirt.....and my collar with leash attached....he can see my leash is also attached to my nipple clamps...he stands and walks over to me.....he circles me like a shark to prey.....he bends and puts both hands on my suede boots...runs his hands up them...licks his lips....steps back ... circles around me again...then he releases the clip my hair was in...my red curls fall....he grabs my hair pulls my head back against his chest and with his free hand grabs my leash and tugs it a few times.. each tug a little harder than his last. As my neck is exposed to this tower of a man, he pulls my hair to the side to get a better angle of my neck, before I can protest or pull away he inhales my scent, a low growl emits from him and I feel his tongue lick from my collarbone all the way up my neck to my ear...my pussy ignites.....but I know better....I spin away from his body but he still has my by the leash....he holds me there at arm's length just smiling at me.
To be continued