Lana felt like she was in some kind of surreal alternate universe. What was she doing in this stranger’s car, dressed like a whore (a whore with very expensive workout clothes, but a whore nonetheless,) with her legs spread ludely apart? She had started this out of necessity, to get herself out of a difficult financial situation. Her friend Jenny had been very emphatic that this was a simple solution to a complicated problem. She’d always known in the back of her head that she could fall back on using her body and her ability to garner the attention of men to get things she wanted or needed. She’d just never really considered the details of what that meant, or how far she might be willing to go. The totally unexpected part, however, was her visceral reaction to him and the way he had immediately taken control of her. He was an okay looking guy, but not someone you would think of as the type that women fall all over. But he had cast some kind of net over her within seconds, and she felt caught up in it . . . And she felt that she desperately wanted to be caught up in it. Certainly her body had betrayed her physical reaction as even now the front of her yoga pants was literally soaked from her thoroughly wet pussy. She was silently thankful that she had selected black pants, so that the growing wetness didn’t show up quite as prominently as it might have with lighter colored clothing. Even still, he had ordered her to spread her legs wide, and she knew it would be obvious to him with only a glance Escort Güngören that she was soaking wet. This idea going through her head only made things worse. She let out a little moan and involuntarily thrust her pelvis forward slightly, and ran her hands along the length of her long legs. He glanced over at her, still with that infuriating smirk. “Put your hands up behind the head rest and leave them there.” She glanced over at him, a bit surprised, but not as surprised as she was by the fact that she immediately did as she was told and squeaked out a, “Yes Sir.” “What’s going on with your pants there, Lana?” She flushed with embarrassment at the direct question and didn’t immediately answer. “Here’s another rule, Lana. When I ask you a question, you are to answer immediately. I want to know your instant reactions to my questions. You will not hesitate, and you will not hold back. Understand?” Immediately: “Yes Sir.” “Now let’s try this again. What’s going on at the front of your slutty yoga pants?” “They’re all wet sir.” “And what made them all wet, Lana?” “My pussy got soaking wet, and that got my pants all wet.” “Are you wearing any panties, Lana?” “No Sir.” “That’s very slutty of you Lana. Why aren’t you wearing panties?” “I didn’t want to ruin the smooth line of my tight yoga pants, Sir. I wanted my legs and ass to be perfectly smooth for you, Sir.” She was shocked at the response that had come out of her mouth. But she realized right away that İnnovia Escort it was true. She wanted to please him. “I see. I like that, Lana. Good girl. Good, slutty girl, but good girl.” She felt that tingling up her spine again when he used that “good girl” phrase with her. It made her feel thoroughly owned and it made her feel wonderful to have pleased him. What the fuck was going on with her? Where were these feelings for this stranger coming from? It occurred to her that, other than shaking her hand, he had made absolutely no move to touch her in any way. Hell, he had barely even looked at her. But still, here she was, a wet slutty mess, hanging on his every word, and getting more and more turned on every minute. She looked around and saw that they were approaching the downtown area. They stopped at a light and there were some men crossing the street. It was then that she realized that Mr. Smith’s car had very little tint in the windows. Anybody walking near his car would have a full view of her, sitting on the front seat with her legs spread wide and her hands up around the head rest. She felt petrified as they walked by. A couple of them noticed her and leered at her as they passed, but didn’t really slow down. Part of her wanted to close her legs and cover herself with her arms, but she resisted. When their light turned green and they proceeded on, he said, “Very good Lana. That was disciplined of you. A lot of girls would have disobeyed me in that Kağıthane escort bayan situation. And then they would have been punished.” Her reaction was ambiguous – delight in response to his praise, as well as both fear and excitement as the thought of “punishment.” Was this guy for real? “Thank you Sir,” she said. And then, “Punishment, Sir?” “There’s plenty of time for all that Lana. You will learn. One step at a time.” She had a suspcion where they were headed, and she was right. They pulled into a parking garage under the tallest building downtown. They wound around to what looked like a special parking area with it’s own garage within the garage. He pulled in and pressed a button in his car that caused the garage door to close behind them. She saw that there was an elevator entrance right there in his garage. Fancy. He looked over at her, looking her up and down. “Lana, I’m going to invite you up to my penthouse. I want us to be clear that you are doing everything I’m asking of your own free will. I’m inviting you up as my guest. Are we clear?” “Yes Sir. I’d love to be your guest, Sir.” “Good. You can take your hands down off the head rest and you can stop spreading your legs. Get out of the car.” “Yes Sir.” He got out and she followed him. He brought out some kind of card that he held near to a sensor on the elevator, and the door opened. He walked in and she followed. “Get down on your knees in the corner, Lana.” She gasped a little but did not hesitate. She walked to the corner and got down on her knees facing him, hands behind her back. He had his phone out, messing with it, completely ignoring her. It took about 90 seconds or so to get to his penthouse at the top of the building, but to her it felt like an hour. Kneeling for him this made her feel like a little owned slut.