It has been several months since Michelle left the loan modification department at My Mortgage Inc. and it hasn't been the same without her. The spark is missing; everyone is just going through the motions and snapping at each other. Naturally, management didn't replace her. Her work was just redistributed to the remaining team members. Patrick did his best to stay on top of the added workload, and Michelle was adjusting to her new position in the fraud department. Their affair had ended with her move back to her old office. They still exchange e-mails, text messages and an occasional phone call, but the physical aspect of their relationship stopped.
The Regional Vice President of My Mortgage Inc., Marley, was a season ticket holder of the Baltimore Orioles. She decided to offer her tickets in her luxury suite for one game to the rep that modified and closed the most loans in May. Considering how poorly the Orioles were playing it wasn't much of an incentive, but it was a chance to go to Camden Yards, one of the best ballparks in the country, and enjoy a luxury suite.
Patrick worked hard and won the tickets by closing two loans on the last day of the month to finish with 16. The suite held 20 people so Patrick invited all of his team members, Michelle, Nina, who worked with Michelle in the fraud department, and a few of his friends from outside work. It was the start of inter-league play so the Phillies were in town for a four game series. The tickets in the luxury suite were for the first game on Friday evening. Everyone arrived at the suite about an hour before first pitch and had a great time. The food, beer, wine, and liquor were all top shelf.
Patrick was the only Phillies fan in the group and was talking a lot of trash as the game went on.
"Hey Michelle, I keep a broom in my car to brush the snow off in the winter but you can have it when we sweep you this series," Patrick yelled across the room.
"We'll see," Michelle yelled back, "wanna put your money where your mouth is?"
Patrick made his way across the room to Michelle, "Sure, what do you have in mind?"
"Just a little friendly wager since you think your team is so good," Michelle replied.
"OK" Patrick smiled, "let me think about it and I'll come up with something."
The evening progressed and Patrick thought about Michelle and the times they were together. He knew that they couldn't have a long-term physical relationship, but his desire for her was still so strong. During their brief affair, he never thought of her as just a piece of ass or booty calls, his feelings for her are much deeper than that. He really hoped Michelle understood how he felt. He tried to tell her as often as he could. But, that aside, he knew they were both fulfilling a primal need to be fucked, exploring sexual desires in ways they just weren't able to in the past.
By the 8
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inning, the Phillies were up 6-2 and most of the people had left. Carol and Tommy were having conversation at the front of the suite and laughing a lot, Nina was trapped talking to Stan by the door. Patrick smiled at the pained look of desperation Nina had on her face. He thought about walking over and rescuing her but Michelle was alone by the bar so he walked over to her.
"I tell you what Michelle, if the Phillies sweep the Orioles you have to be my slave for a weekend, but if the Orioles win two games I'll be your slave for a weekend."
"Let me get this straight, the Phillies have to sweep us, but all we have to do is win two out of the four?" Michelle asked with a big grin. "You're on Patrick; you'll be kissing my ass real soon. Are you sure you want to do this Patrick? I'll be a wicked slave owner."
"Don't worry Michelle, when I win I'll only make you get on your knees to suck my cock, every couple of hours" Patrick whispered back.
The Phillies went on to win game one 7--3 and Patrick drove home with a smile. He missed Michelle so much, not just the incredible sex they had during their affair, but the day-to-day interactions in the office. Work was so much more fun with Michelle joking and clowning around. She got everyone going. Carol let so much more slip, and even Tommy joined in on the fun. She made the daily grind easier to deal with.
Game two went the same as game one, a 6-1 win for the Phillies. They were, after all, the World Series Champs and the Orioles hadn't been over .500 in years. Patrick began looking at his calendar to see what weekend he could have Michelle, making plans for what she would have to do for him. But, a two out, two run, home run in the bottom of the 9
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on Sunday spoiled everything. The O's took game three 4-3.
Monday morning Patrick got a text from Michelle, "We win tonight and your ass is mine."
It was a 7:05 PM start for game four and Patrick was in front of the TV at 7:00 PM. It was like game seven of the World Series; his palms were sweating as he watched nervously. It was over early, the Orioles scored three in the first, two in the second and four more in the third. The text from Michelle came with two out in the top of the ninth, "MINE," it read. Both nervous and excited Patrick sent a text back, "Yes Mistress Michelle."
They planned to get together in two weeks. Dinner after work on Friday then off to Michelle's house for the weekend. Michelle arranged to have her parents' watch Rachelle and Patrick's family was going to his brother-in-law's house for the weekend. The days passed surprisingly quickly and they talked about ground rules and boundaries throughout the two weeks leading up to the big weekend. They came up with a "safe" word but Patrick trusted Michelle completely. He knew he wouldn't have to use it, she knew his boundaries. In the end, Patrick was under the complete command of Michelle.
Friday came and Patrick packed a small bag for the weekend, a pair of slacks and shirt in case they went out on Saturday and shorts and a couple of t-shirts for the time in the house. The clock ticked slowly throughout the day. They both were looking forward to their time together, each with their own thoughts.
Michelle was a white southern belle, and Patrick a black man from the north. The concept of "slavery" and the role-play was intriguing. Patrick's thoughts were along the lines of a field slave sneaking into the big house while the Master was away. Making love to the forbidden white woman who would sneak peeks from her bedroom window at the slaves in the field. She would daydream of a taboo encounter, being taken forcibly by a Mandingo warrior. However, Michelle's thoughts were completely different, she thought of a dominatrix forcing her slave to submit to her will. The fact that Patrick was black didn't cross her mind. She just wanted complete submission from her man, total control of his every action. Patrick was in for a surprise awakening from his daydream.
Patrick left work early to meet Michelle at a small Italian restaurant not too far from her house. He waited in the parking lot for her to arrive. When she pulled up Patrick met her at her car and opened the door, he took her hand, and helped her out. He was the consummate gentleman, opening doors, pulling out her chair, choosing the wine and ordering her dinner for her. The conversation was light and full of laughs as they ate. Each of them was hiding their nervous anticipation about what was to come.
The drive to Michelle's house was short; they arrived in about ten minutes. After parking, Patrick hopped out of his car and once again opened Michelle's door and helped her out. His palms were sweaty and he could feel an erection beginning as they walked into the house. When the door closed behind them, Patrick slid his arms around Michelle, pulled her close, and kissed her.
