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“Hello, it’s nice to meet you, Matt,” she said, not waiting to be introduced. “Wait for me in the living room. Tony, show me where I can freshen up.”
It had been an order, not a request. She’d already taken charge—and taken his breath away.
“Uh, of course, Mistress. I’ll be in the living room off the terrace,” Matt stammered, then trying to gather his wits, he headed off down the hall.
But entering the living room he was too excited to sit down, and paced nervously while he waited. The endless minutes ticked past, then finally she glided through the door.
Her long blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders, and she was dressed in an outfit that almost stopped his heart.
A black leather halter top exposed her ample cleavage, black leather shorts were cut well below the midriff and rode high up her ass, thigh-high black stockings showed off her shapely, toned legs, and on her feet were sexy black stilettos.
“Where are you manners?” she scolded sharply. “Drop to your knees when I enter.”
Overwhelmed, and with his cock surging to life, Matt stumbled to the floor.
* * *
TONY TOLD HER HOW TOreach the living room, but as she’d walked down the hall, she was terrified she was about to make a complete fool of herself. She could barely balance in the shoes, and wearing the leather shorts and revealing halter top she felt practically naked. But Tony had insisted she looked perfect for the part she was about to play. Now, to her great joy and surprise, it was obvious Tony had been right. When she’d walked in, Matt had been unable to hide his elation, and immediately followed her orders.
“That’s better. Keep your eyes lowered,” she instructed, gaining confidence.
Tony had suggested she sit at the bar, and though feeling precariously unbalanced in the four-inch stilettos, she walked carefully across the room and settled on one of the bar stools.
“Crawl over here,” she ordered, wondering if the famous star would stand up and tell her she must be kidding. But Matt Montgomery, a national heart-throb and one of the most eligible bachelors in Hollywood, dropped on all fours and moved towards her.
She couldn’t believe it.
Nor could she believe in one short hour, she’d be paid $1,500.
“Take off my shoes,” she continued, softening her tone as Tony had suggested. “If you do it well, I’ll let you slide down my stockings, then maybe, just maybe, I might let you pay homage to my cute little toes.”
“Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress,” Matt replied, his voice trembling as he reached for her feet.
Stella gulped.
Tony had written the small speech for her and she’d rehearsed it many times, but she was surprised how easily the words had slipped from her lips. More importantly, how comfortable she’d felt saying them.
But Matt was removing a shoe, and she turned her attention to him as he gently pulled off one stiletto, then the other, placing them side by side next to the bar stool. Stella glanced at her watch. The session was supposed to last an hour, and Tony had outlined the entire sixty minutes for her.
“Tell me why you deserve to remove my stockings,” she demanded, voicing the line she’d memorized.
“Because, uh, I think you’re so beautiful,” Matt breathed, his voice barely a whisper.
“Wrong. The right response is, I don’t deserve anything from you Mistress Marilyn, but I’d be forever in your debt if you’d allow me the honor of removing your stockings.”
Though Tony had written the script, the words flowed from her effortlessly, and she realized her heart had stopped racing.
“I don’t deserve anything from you Mistress,” Matt repeated, “but I’d be forever in your debt if you’d allow me the honor of removing your stockings.”
“You may place your teeth on the elastic band and pull them down, but be careful. You’d better not nip me!”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. In fact, if anyone dares to hurt you in any way, they’ll have to answer to me,” he declared earnestly, glancing up at her and catching her eye.
Stella saw his sincerity.
He’d meant what he’d said.
They were sharing an unexpected, intimate moment.
