*Sex is a game of the mind; the body follows along*
(This is as much a story of seduction as it is of control)
(The genesis of this story was the comment that someone was curious about the relationship between Cassidy and Lindsay; something I had not given much thought. To SweetGasps; I owe partial credit for this creation and I hope they like it.)
(Cassidy)
It had taken priceless weeks to set the lure; not a trap, because traps involved capture while lures involved the prey taking the bait. Cassidy had given up a less than promising relationship with a woman who demanded too much and gave too little. She had devoted her time and her dreams to this new woman. This woman had become intoxicating to her, like some new, unexplored aphrodisiac.
Lindsay walked into the restaurant. It was clear that Lindsay had never been to a place this nice. Lindsay was a paralegal; a nice job but she could do better. Cassidy ran an import/export business that did quite will in trade from Easter Europe. She had more than enough money to buy companionship to fulfill her needs, but not fill her loneliness.
The relationship with that girl had come about by accident. Cassidy was used to getting what she wanted and getting it when she wanted it. Cassidy wanted to use the machine and Lindsay was waiting on it. She stepped past Lindsay and used it. Most people would have blubbered something useless. Lindsay waited her turn without comment.
The next time Cassidy took an extra series of reps just to piss the other woman off. Lindsay patiently waited in silence. From there she'd graduated to forcing Lindsay off of machines. She'd moved aside and waited her turn, listening to her music and refusing to comment. It had taken no effort to find out the girl's name – Lindsay Cohen.
Cassidy took a different tact. Any dog you could whip, but Cassidy felt something different about this woman. It had been simple things like greeting Lindsay when the girl came in. Lindsay responded with a bright smile, as if weeks of abuse meant nothing. She'd asked for Lindsay's MP3 player and Lindsay had not only given it, but told Cassidy about her play list. It had been mindless electronic drivel. When Cassidy told her that, Lindsay had shrugged and told Cassidy that it worked for her.
In a few days they were spotting one another, giving Cassidy time to scope out Lindsay's fantastic body. It seemed that when Lindsay wasn't working out, she was jogging in the early morning. Cassidy wanted to tell Lindsay that she looked delicious, but settled for calling her attractive. Lindsay had praised Cassidy's superior, sculpted form that came with Cassidy's upper body training.
From that moment Cassidy knew that she had to have this woman. Actually, that was wrong; she had to have this woman wanting her. A little more study and a private investigator revealed that Lindsay was seeing some low-level banking non-entity. They didn't go out much, he didn't seem to exercise or do any of the other activities Lindsay enjoyed. He was ripe for removal.
The next part of setting the stage revolved around determining if Lindsay was heterosexual or bi-sexual. What had initially been a disappointing fear that Lindsay was hopelessly heterosexual had been revealed to be a sad dissatisfaction with sex in general. Men and women both reacted to Lindsay; Lindsay kept them at bay with a polite friendly nature. Sexual overtures were deflected.
This was something that Cassidy had to get around. Cassidy found the answer within herself; romance. It started with little hand-written poems slipped into her bag. For a few days Lindsay said and showed nothing until Cassidy lost patience and asked Lindsay if there was something new in her life. Lindsay's façade had cracked a tiny bit and she admitted she had an admirer, but had no idea who it might be.
Gifts followed, little things like flowers at work, graduating to a bottle of wine and then a tiny, cheap (for Cassidy) locket on a sterling chain. Lindsay wore it that night as they worked out. Cassidy asked if it was from her boyfriend, but Lindsay demurred but smiled. The next day Lindsay was rewarded with new set of running shoes.
All that was left was arranging a meeting at a restaurant with secluded tables and an expensive menu. Cassidy caught sight of Lindsay when the young woman entered. She looked around expectantly yet fearful. Seeing nobody she recognized, Lindsay made her way to the bar. Cassidy gave her a minute before angling toward the bar herself.
"Lindsay?" Cassidy did her best to sound surprised.
"Cassidy!" Lindsay beamed. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm afraid I've been stood up," Cassidy sighed. "What are you doing here?"
"I've ... I've been invited out on a date but I'm not sure what he looks like," Lindsay admitted. Cassidy took the plunge.
"How about you come sit at my table? When they come in they will be able to see you and you can get along with your date," Cassidy offered. Lindsay thought it over then nodded.
"Thank you," she added. Cassidy took her elbow and guided the pliant woman to her seat. The fact that Lindsay's back was to the door was a hidden benefit.
(Lindsay)
Lindsay liked Cassidy. She was strong and decisive, yet somehow restrained. At first Cassidy had barely registered on her radar. She'd been pushed around before; she had accepted that as being part of life. What mattered was that Cassidy had stepped up and befriended her. Lindsay made all kinds of acquaintances, but few friends. Cassidy actually seemed interested in her.
When those first sweet little poems had arrived Lindsay didn't know if she should be frightened, confused, or enticed. She was aiming more toward the frightened until the day that Cassidy had asked her about it.
Nobody ever asked.
No one had ever cared enough to ask. Lindsay had always settled for what was, but now she had something special. She had been curious and suspected she knew the culprit. The running shoes were the giveaway. Then it was only a small thing to wait for the trap to be sprung. It had been a thrilling new experience to be so wanted that her hunter they had gone through so much trouble for her.
The hardest part of playing the part of the prey was to be surprised when Cassidy approached her. Cassidy was so aggressive and dominant that Lindsay wanted to confront her with the knowledge that she'd figured out the whole game and receive her reward, whatever that might be, immediately. Cassidy's face was so intense that Lindsay couldn't bring herself to deny her the game.
It was fascinating to see Cassidy so much on edge. She was a coiled lioness, waiting for the gazelle go make that last fatal step. The action was innocuous; Cassidy's hands were fidgeting on the table top so Lindsay subtly took a drink of her wine then left her hand on the across from hers. Cassidy leapt upon it, placing her hand on top of Lindsay's. Instinctively she stroked Cassidy's thumb with her own.
"I am afraid your date has not come," Cassidy suggested.
"I'm glad tonight hasn't been a total waste Cassidy. This has been a very distinctive pleasure seeing you outside the gym." That made Cassidy smile.
"I'm sorry this hasn't turned out to be a possible boyfriend," Cassidy was clearly lying. Cassidy had to know.
"Oh, this doesn't have anything to do with my boyfriend. He went out to drink with some of his work buddies," Lindsay told her.
"I wouldn't let someone as beautiful as you step out on me," Cassidy playfully threatened.
"I would never step out on you," Lindsay promised.
"Why is that?" Cassidy asked with breath-taking open honesty.
"With someone like you, I would never want to," Lindsay responded. Cassidy stared at her then a smile played along her lips.
"Would your boyfriend have shared you with this secret lover?" Cassidy inquired.
"No, he's not very experimental or inventive," Lindsay confessed.
"I understand the desire not to share you. You are a very special woman Lindsay," Cassidy told her. Lindsay felt herself blushing. This was the first person who had called her special that Lindsay felt had meant it.
"That means a lot to me Cassidy. I respect you," she said because she wasn't sure that she could tell Cassidy she already loved her.
"I respect you too," Cassidy said with a toast. They drank together.
"I have to go," Lindsay said sadly. "He'll be back soon and I need to be home when he does."
(Cassidy)
She kissed Lindsay before girl left. She watch her ass move I that tight dress and imagined for not the first time how those firm muscles and breasts would feel under her touch. Lindsay had been receptive without being needy. Sure, she had somehow known about Cassidy's plan, but she'd played along after they both knew the cat was out of the bag. It had been erotic.
Never had Cassidy felt a dinner was money so well spent even though she'd be going home alone. There were 'friends' she could call but Cassidy felt they would spoil the moment. She found pleasure in herself and some of her toys, but what she really wanted was Lindsay's tongue and Lindsay's fingers. It was driving her nuts knowing that Lindsay was so tantalizingly close to her control.
The next two days boiled down the painful execution of business while she waited for Lindsay's next day at the gym. Cassidy showed up early and warmed up while she waited. Lindsay came gliding into the gym and positively glowed when she saw Cassidy. She came over and joined Cassidy in a silent warm up.
"Can you help me stretch," Lindsay requested. This was something new. All physical contact at the gym had been accidental up to this point. After a few tentative moves, "I came by yesterday, but you weren't here," Lindsay offered.
"I didn't tell you to come yesterday," Cassidy corrected her. Lindsay looked contrite.
"We had better exchange numbers so you don't make this mistake in the future," Cassidy directed.
"Yes Cassidy," Lindsay demurred.
"Spot me," Cassidy commanded and Lindsay hastened to obey. It was the best workout Cassidy had ever had.
"Lindsay, we are going out tomorrow night," Cassidy instructed Lindsay when their workout was done.
"But my boy ..." Lindsay started to say, but the look Cassidy gave her brought her up short. "I'll think of something."
"Don't make excuses Lindsay. I don't like excuses," Cassidy added. Lindsay nodded.
