Looking down at his knees trying to avoid looking at his large round belly, and the large bulge in his pants. Slowly she lowered herself to her knees, hanging her head as low as she could. Almost as if she could avoid thinking about her fate if she didn’t look. She was suddenly aware of how much she was shaking, her whole body was tingling, she wanted to throw up. But her stomach was empty Zack had said they would eat when they got there and they were making her passport. He even made her go to the toilet and told her to have a nap. He had made sure she was ready for him. The man’s cough brought her back to reality with a slam. As she looked up his lap and made eye contact with his bulging crotch she realized with her head bowed how close she was to it and almost jumped back as she lifted her head, eyes still fixed on what was to she was sure she was about to get to know much better.
Leaning forward he took her gently by the chin and lifted her face until their eyes met. “You made the right choice, you might even enjoy some of it”. Letting go of her and opening the draw in the table next to him, he pulled out a large shiny metal ring. Her body tensed and she took a deep breath, all the tingling in her body suddenly sped up, and she almost ran. But she couldn’t move from that spot and gave just a little flail. Brushing aside her ponytail he fixed the collar around her neck with a click, then grabbed her by the back of the head and forced his tongue into her mouth. He tasted of ash. His free hand roughly squeezed her breast through her jacket. Pulling back he told her to stand, and tapped a tablet on the table next to him, music started to play. It was the same song she had danced to for Zack the first time she showed him her breasts.
“Dance for me”
She looked behind her to take a step back when she realised his hand was on her arse, and almost jumped.
Leaning forward and pulling her closer to him, his forehead was almost between her breasts.
“I want you to dance here. Dance for me like you did for ‘Zack’, I’ve seen the video of it so I know you can dance. Dance and take your top off.”
Her mind racing, had he filmed her? Did he have a hidden camera? Starting to sway with the music Brooklyn reached up to the zipper of her jacket and played with the tab for a moment before pulling her arms back down to her lap. For the first time she felt like she was about to cry.
“If I wanted you to be crying I’d be hurting you. I’m just telling you to dance, it’s something you like to do.”
With a deep breath through the nose trying to suck back the tears, she started to sway with the music again and reached for her zipper. Looking down at his knees again she started to pull down the zipper, trying to remember to move with the music. Almost as soon as she had unzipped it she shrugged her jacket off, letting it fall to the floor leaving her in a white embroidered shirt, long socks, an above the knee plaid skirt, and her Mary Janes. Zack had told her to wear the skirt and socks but told her to just wear a warm jacket. Unbuttoning her shirt slowly the man shifted in his seat.
“Don’t forget to keep dancing”
She shuddered at his words as if he touched her with them. Pulling her arms free she pulled the shirt back and forth like she was drying her back. That’s sexy right, she thought to herself. Dropping the shirt she was left in just her bra.
“And the bra”
Again she jumped as if his words had shocked her. Reaching back she undid the clasp of her bra and thought about how hopeful she was that morning when she had done it up. Still holding it to her body she lowered the bra to her waist and dropped it. She was almost frozen in place and had given up all pretence of dancing her arm stuck to her sides.
“Now the panties.”
Again his words ran through her like electricity. She knew it was coming but to hear him say those words. She reached under her skirt trying her hardest to not lift it too far and let him see “her”. She pulled down her panties letting them drop. The delicate fabric caught at her knees.
“Hold the hem of your skirt at the front.”
“Now lift it high for me”
As she lifted her skirt she looked away from him wishing that if she didn’t see him she could pretend he wasn’t there.
She was completely hairless down there, Zack had bought her a wax kit for the bikini shoot. She had used the last of it this morning so that she would be ready for her first night in Paris. She felt so stupid, she had basically let him gift wrap her. The man groaned and leaned forward with one hand on his knee, he ran the other up the back of her thigh and cupping her cheek pulled her toward his face. Gently brushing his nose over the cleft of her mound he sharply breathed in through the nose and drew his head gazing up her body to her face turning a deep shade of red. She felt the blood rush to her face as she realised she hadn’t washed since that morning and would have started to get that smell, she hated that smell. Smiling he reached both hands round to the small of her back.
“Look at me”
With a deep but ragged breath she turned to his beaming face and he started to slowly run his hands up her back.
“Drop the skirt and hold your hands behind your back”
He had to move his face to let the skirt drop. Moving his hands around he softly cupped her breasts lightly pinching her nipples. Electricity flowed through her body and her stomach turned, if she had anything in her stomach she would have been sick. He started to pull on her breasts.
“Lean forward”
As she did he brought his face up to meet her breast and squeezing it more roughly cupped it in his mouth gently sucking it while playing with her nipple with his tongue, giving the occasional nip with his teeth. With every movement she could feel it deep inside, a growing tenseness inside her. She hated her body right now, she didn’t want this, she didn’t like this. When done with the first breast he moved to the next.
Once satisfied he sat back a little and said, “Kneel”,
Again dropping her head and looking at his knees feeling shame at her body for responding to his touch, she slowly sank to her knees in front of this man. Her owner. Who had her manicured, dressed, and delivered to him. Parting his legs he smiled down on her, such a picture kneeling there collared topless and still holding the front of her skirt. He leaned forward and caught the back of her head as she tried to pull away.
“Settle down and open your mouth.”
He reached into the draw beside him and pulled out a small bottle. Her mouth which was already opening from the command opened wider as much from confusion as obedience. Bringing the bottle to her mouth he touched her chin and said “open” and she did.
“Hold your breath”
Giving two quick squirts, he told her to swallow. It tasted like cherries and medicine. He pulled her close and kissed her on the forehead.
“Good girl”
Letting go and putting the bottle back in the drawer he looked at her and said.
“Now that was a numbing spray for your throat. I told you that this will be much easier for you if you do as you are told.”