Authors: Powerone
"I'm not sure that they would believe their collateral is secured, unless they happened to still have chastity belts they could use.
Knowing some of the bank officers at B of A, I suspect that a few of them still have some in the safe. They will finance anything. I guess if you lost your virginity, it would become a toxic asset and the government would have to step in and bail them out."
"That's one way the President of the United States would know who I am, or at least the Treasury Secretary, though that is not how I want to be famous or recognizable." This was a strange conversation, but Kiley felt so comfortable with Cynthia, that nothing was taboo.
Cynthia changed the topic, turning to Kiley's parents. They talked for half an hour, covering school, money, lack of boys, even the weather. She needed to get back into the other room. "Why don't you come into the city on Saturday and have lunch with me?"
Kiley couldn't believe it.
Have lunch with her in Boston!
"I would love to."
"How about Jer-Ne at the Ritz Carlton? It's near the commons.
One o'clock would be good for me."
The Ritz Carlton was a five star hotel. Kiley would have to take the MTA. She didn't really need a car and couldn't afford one. "It's a date." She would have a chance to dress up again, the Ritz Carlton very formal. Kiley got up when Cynthia did. She took Kiley's hand again, this time holding it longer, looking into her eyes as if searching for something.
Kiley mingled the rest of the night, feeling a bit smug when Cynthia left shortly after their conversation as if she only came to see Kiley and no one else.
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"I see Cynthia and you hit it off. She is a wonderful person and could really help you if you let her. She has been great to our school, so make sure that you are on your best behavior." He didn't want to sound like he was warning her, but that was what he was doing.
"Don't worry, Dr. Rosenthal. I wouldn't do anything to ruin the school's reputation or alienate its alumni. In fact, we are having lunch in Boston on Saturday." She saw the way he beamed from the news.
"I have every confidence in you, Kiley. You'll do whatever is necessary."
"Thank you," but it was strange. He said whatever is necessary, not what was correct.
* * * *
The doorman opened the door for the Ritz Carlton, his eyes scanning her body, Kiley flirted with him, flashing a big smile as she swung her hips and entered the cavernous and ornate lobby. She spotted the Jer-Ne bar and restaurant, her heels clicking on the floor. The Maître de spotted her before she even got to him.
"Good afternoon, Kiley, Mrs. Lewis is waiting for you." He ushered her over to the private table in the corner, the restaurant not very crowded for a Saturday lunchtime crowd.
"Sit, Kiley." Crystal's eyes scanned Kiley as she complied. She'd dressed conservatively but with the right amount of sexiness. The skirt was tight and short, the cleavage enough to be tantalizing without being too garish. It was important to be able to ride the fine line between sexy and trashy. One step over and you could never go back.
Kiley sat down, Cynthia dressing more casual than Kiley expected.
She wore a brightly colored blouse, silk and expensive, the fabric draping over her breasts so delicately. She wore slacks that looked like they were painted on her, but were still fashionable and sexy at 8
the same time. "It's good to see you again, Cynthia."
"I ordered you a drink, I hope you don't mind." She had a glass of wine for Kiley, a bottle on the table. She knew that Kiley rarely drank, so she wanted to make sure that she had a gentle buzz on by the time they left. It would be a delicate conversation they would have, so Cynthia wanted all the advantages. "You are so lovely today, take off your jacket and be comfortable." Cynthia's eyes lingered on Kiley's breasts as she took the jacket off, arching her back until her full breasts were straining the meager buttons that tried to contain them.
Kiley took a sip of the wine, feeling so comfortable, a warm glow settling into her empty stomach. Cynthia began to talk immediately, asking Kiley about what she did this week, Kiley feeling bad that her life was only school and not much else. Kiley changed the conversation to Cynthia's husband who she had never met.
Kiley learned that he was older than Cynthia, forty-five to her thirty-one. They had met at a conference and he'd invited her to have a cup of coffee. Their relationship started slowly, Cynthia just beginning her career, her future husband travelling the world to shepherd his growing empire. It was almost two years to the day when they got married.
They ordered lunch, the food brought out quickly, delicious after campus food for too long. Kiley was already on her third glass of wine, tasting so good with the food.
The waiter took away their empty dishes, Cynthia seeing the way that Kiley devoured her food, ordered a small sampler plate of deserts, before sending the waiter away. He knew not to come back and disturb them.
Kiley felt so relaxed, her belly full, a gentle buzz in her head and feeling comfortable in a place and situation that was far from what she was used to. She was on top of the world.
"How are you doing financially, Kiley? I know law school can be grueling, not only mentally, but also financially. I imagine you are piling up student loans."
"Yes, and they've been driving me crazy lately. Sometimes it is the 9
only thing on my mind. I worry how I will pay them off if I do what I want when I graduate. If I want to have a life free of debt, I might have to sell out and work for business." If only Kiley had the kind of money that Cynthia and her husband had. All of her problems would be gone.
"Yes, they can be daunting. I remember those days."
"I think I would turn tricks to pay for them, but not even the high-class hookers make that much money." It was the wine talking now, but Cynthia didn't seem to be offended by the conversation.
"You do have a lovely body that men would love to ravish, but you only have one treasure that is worth that much money."
"What do you mean?" Kiley was confused.
"You did say you were a virgin, didn't you?"
"Yes, but that would only be once, after that, I would be just another used hooker for sale."
"Then you just have to find the right person that would be willing to pay what you need for the privilege of taking your virginity." She saw Kiley take a big drink of wine, her tongue licking her lips as if they were parched.
"I don't know anyone that would pay $250,000 to go to bed with me. I haven't even found anyone to do it for free. Who has that kind of money?"
"That may seem like a lot of money to you, Kiley, but to my husband and I, why we spend that much money in a week. We enjoy all the things that our money can bring to our happiness and are not afraid of taking what we desire. I have friends that are in the same position as we are." She waited a moment until the words settled in.
"I told you that my job in life is to make my husband happy. I will do anything for him. Money is no object."
Kiley finished up the glass of wine and poured another.
What is
Cynthia saying?
"I'm confused. And a bit tipsy from the wine."
"Why don't we get out of here and go somewhere we can talk more privately. I have a room upstairs. Do you mind?"
"No, let's go." Kiley had to hold on to her chair as she got up. She grabbed her jacket, but she didn't put it on. The waiter suddenly 10
appeared out of nowhere, Cynthia signing the check without anything more than a casual glance at it.
They took the elevator up to the penthouse, the door opening to a hallway, but with only one door. Cynthia used her electronic key and it opened instantly. Kiley had never seen a hotel room like this; it was bigger than her parent's house and was furnished eloquently.
Cynthia took her chance, grabbing Kiley gently and pushing her against the wall. "Put your hands on the wall. High up," she ordered her. She waited to see what Kiley would do.
Kiley's back was to Cynthia, feeling her hands pushing her against the wall. She was confused, but she remembered Dr. Rosenthal's warning. She was afraid, but she also felt a strange excitement, something she'd never felt before. Her hands slowly climbed up the wall until they were out in front of her face. She could feel Cynthia behind her, but Kiley didn't move or turn around. Her heart was racing a mile a minute, a drop of sweat on her forehead, her lips parched. Then she felt the hands slide to her waist, chills and goose bumps racing through her body. A woman was touching her like a man would do. They slid up higher, Kiley knowing where they were going, but she made no move to stop them, her hands pinned to the wall as if they were bound there.
Cynthia moved closer to Kiley until she pushed into her ass. Her pert little ass pushed out as though expecting it, not trying to move away as they touched. Cynthia's hands found Kiley's breasts, cupping them gently from beneath, pushing them up. "You're being a good girl, Kiley. Do you like doing what others tell you to do?"
"I don't know… you confuse me, scare me, excite me." Her body was trembling, the questing fingers massaging her breasts, Kiley feeling the way her nipples sprang to life feeling like they would burst if they got any harder or bigger.
Is this what it would feel like if a man
did this to me?
Cynthia's hands engulfed Kiley's breasts, feeling the hard nipples beneath her palms. She massaged them, feeling Kiley push her ass back into her. Cynthia found the two hard nipples and pinched them until she got a response from Kiley.
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"OOOHH, too harddddd…" Kiley arched her back and pushed her breasts into the hands even as her nipples ached from the sharp bite of the pinching fingers.
Cynthia gave them one savage twist before she released them, turning Kiley around to face her. She looked down, twin nipples so obvious as they pushed out the silk blouse. She might cry out in pain, but her nipples were begging for the harsh treatment.
Kiley was facing her, afraid that she would kiss her, or maybe hoping that she would. She'd never felt her breasts and nipples feel so sensitive, a combination of pain and pleasure racing through them. It was as though she didn't care which it was, pain or pleasure, only wanting the touch of hands on her. Kiley couldn't believe that she'd submissively stood against the wall as Cynthia felt her breasts, but Cynthia was right. Kiley liked being forced to submit, even if it was by a woman.
"Sit down, and I'll fix us a glass of wine. You look like you can use it, Kiley." She walked away, sure that Kiley was disappointed that things didn't go further. When she came back, Kiley was sitting on the couch, but her face was flushed and her nipples were still hard.
Her short skirt rode high on her legs, but she made no attempt to pull it down. Her blouse was wrinkled where Cynthia's hands had their way with her breasts. Kiley took the glass of wine in her trembling hands.
"I'm confused," the only thing Kiley could say, taking a sip of wine until her lips were no longer parched and she could talk.
"That's understandable, but what are you confused about?"
"What just happened? And why did it stop, did I do something wrong?" Kiley felt guilty.
"You did nothing wrong. In fact, you did everything right."
"Why did you stop?" Kiley wanted more of this demanding woman, though she couldn't understand why. It wasn't that she was drawn to a woman as a lover; the thought had never crossed her mind until now. She was drawn to something else, something that she had a hard time putting her finger on. The surrender to someone was powerful and demanding. It was the ultimate submission, doing 12
whatever was demanded of her, no matter what.
Could I have made
love to her if she demanded me to perform? What would it be like?
"I told you that I would do anything for my husband's happiness."
"Yes, but I am not sure that he would be happy for you to make love to me, unless of course he wants to watch." She shouldn't have said that, it sounded so depraved. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean that. I don't even know your husband."
"My husband's birthday is in two weeks. Each year, it gets increasingly difficult to find a gift that will surprise a man that has everything he wants. My only hope is that I find something that he doesn't know he wants and fulfill that desire."
"What has that got to do with me?" Kiley didn't understand, growing more confused and frustrated.
"You told me about your financial problems. I think I have the ultimate solution, but I don't want you to take offense at it. I think of things very logically. My main purpose is not to fix your financial problem but to satisfy my husband husband's unknown and unfilled desire. Would you like to hear the proposal?"
She had to know, the suspense was killing her. She didn't know how she could be offended, after all, she Cynthia had just felt her up and that didn't offend Kiley. "I like logical thinking also. I know my financial problems are insurmountable, but I am willing to consider any logical and rational solution."