"Mine's closer." She said as she locked the door to her office. 'This man is amazing' she thought, 'but I want to see how much more I can get from him.'
The cleaning crew had yet to arrive and all the regular staff had left for the night so the club was dark and quiet until suddenly soft lights and the first bars of "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel came softly from the speakers. He must have really done his homework since 80's music was one of her guilty pleasures.
"Sorry I don't have a trench coat and a boom box to complete the scene." He laughed. "No worries. The boom box would get broken with us and trench coats make me think of flashers. It's the thought that counts. Are you going to turn that off so we can get out of here or not?" She queried.
"We'll get out of here in due time but you need to realize that this isn't going to be a one night stand. There is romance out there and in here and it is way past time that you had a little taste of it. I know that you have that hard shell but most candies that have a hard outer layer are filled with a sweet, juicy center. Lucky for you I have a hell of a sweet tooth." He said as he took the stuff that she was carrying out of her hands and drew her into his arms as they began a slow dance around the floor.
During the third song they began to kiss, slow, deep kisses that touch the soul. They danced until the program that he had set up on the computer ran out of music.
It was then that she looked into those hazel eyes and realized that this wasn't going to be one of those easy relationships and chances were that she was going to get hurt. In the back of her mind she heard that little voice telling her that if she wanted to find the right man she had to get burned by the wrong one more than once so she needs to take a chance. "Fuck it, I'm going to deal the cards and see if I've drawn a fist full of shit or an inside straight." She mumbled to herself.
"What did you say sexy?"
"Nothing, just talking to myself. So are we going to my place or yours?" she asked.
"Yours, especially since I heard a rumor about your closet." He smirked.
"What did you hear and who ran their flap about my closet? Hmmmmm?"
"I say nothing I know nothing." He said before he acted like he was zipping his mouth closed.
"O, I bet I can make you tell me. I know many means of torture" she started poking him in the tickle spots of his ribs and giggling like a girl. She picked up her stuff after he turned everything off and headed out the door, locking it behind them.
After arriving at her place, he began to look around noticing the multi-culture hodge-podge that should have clashed but somehow melded well for her. A big comfy couch in jewel tones invited him to sink in, so he did. He was mildly concerned when he realized that she had an excellent reproduction of King Tut's sarcophagus encased in glass as a coffee table but the thought evaporated when he looked up and saw her. She was standing there in front of him looking amused. She was wearing a leather corset paired with a mini-skirt that was millimeters from being indecent. Thigh-high black leather boots and a matching flogger made her into the Domme of his deepest desires.
"Now let's have that little talk about who told you about my closet. Would you like to see it?" she asked.
Words wouldn't form so he simply nodded his head fervently.
"I asked you a question. Either say, yes Mistress or no Mistress."
"Who said you were going to be my Mistress?" he challenged.
"You knew what you were getting when you started this roller coaster. If you don't like the rules there is the door. But realize that if you walk out that door, you won't walk back in it. We can work together and be friends but never again lovers. The choice is yours. I'll be in the third door on the left if you are willing to stay. The choice is yours but staying means that you will behave." She turned on an ice pick heel and slammed the door behind her.
