When Curiosity Fills

"Your phone number is 555-4236, your office is 555-8129." Next she rattled off both my home and office address. "I have emailed your name, phone numbers, and this picture to a very good friend of mine with instructions to send the picture if she doesn't hear from me by 1:00a.m." She paused, then, as if reading my mind, said "don't think you can force me to make the call sweetie, we have a code word that I must give her to call off the transaction and you will never know whether I gave her the right one or not. Trust me, you can't outsmart me on this. I will always be one step ahead of you."

She stood there looking at me with a deviant smile on her face. "I have six appointments tonight. That is too much work for one woman to do alone. That is why I chose you. You will be my assistant. I will not hurt you unless you make me. I think you are gorgeous, and I know you will serve me well."

She walked around behind me and whispered in my ear. "This could be the greatest night of your life, or it could be the worst. It is up to you." I heard a click and the tension on my restraints was released. She left the restraints on, but removed the connecting chain. Then she untied the gag and pulled it gently out of my mouth.

My heart was pounding. . . my mind racing through all the possible ways I could get out of this mess. But they all ended up with one of three unacceptable results; jail, fired and divorced, or obedience. For now, I would accept the last of the three evils.

Suddenly, my thought were interrupted as she opened the clear glass shower door, reached in and turned the shower on. Facing away from me, she began to undress. First, pulling her tight skirt down over her hips and letting it fall to the floor, revealing a sexy red g-string and a smooth tight ass like none I had ever seen. As she stepped out of the skirt, she turned to look at me.

"Joshua, I know you are new to this, but please don't let my $500 skirt sit on the bathroom floor."