The Worker

I spotted him immediately. Call it professional experience, or instinct, or maybe some kind of sixth sense, but I always know a good long-term client when I see one. The key is making him think he's in control before pulling the rug out from under him, leaving him disoriented and desperate. A man like this likes the chase almost as much as he likes to eventually submit, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

I didn't really want to be here tonight, but one of my regulars suddenly grew a conscience. Or maybe his fat, lazy wife suddenly came across his bank statement. Whatever, not my problem. Annoying, but guys like him are a dime a dozen.

And I already have my mark. He was wearing a suit with a white button-up shirt, unbuttoned at top, obviously after a long day of work. He's nursing a beer, wedding band clearly visible, and he has no idea what I have planned for him. I walked right by him, heels clicking rhythmically across the floor, allowing him a good long look-and I knew he was looking-at my long legs and deep cleavage. I may have swayed my hips just a bit more than usual as I passed, making sure to look straight ahead. He'll think that he's in control of the situation, right up until the moment when he's clearly not.

I posted up to the bar, between a couple of other men. These guys, dressed much more casually in sweaters and jeans, were obviously regulars. One of them will buy me a drink, but they have no chance, even if they were willing-or able-to pay. He's watching intently now, I know it. If I looked over my shoulder, he'd quickly look away, but I won't even give him that pleasure. Not yet.

"Oh thanks!" I bubbled as the man on the left bought me a drink. I asked for a cosmo, not because I particularly like it, but for the image I'm presenting. I flirt with both of them, sipping slowly. After a few minutes I cast a quick glance, not at him, but in his direction. Sure enough, he looks away, his eyes returning to his beer. I flirt some more and finish my drink, excusing myself.

I don't really need to use the toilet, but I also need to open the door to him coming to me. This time, I look at him and make eye contact, a subtle and practiced smile crossing my lips, as I turn and head to the bathroom. When I come out, I post up to the other end of the bar, this time next to an empty seat. I don't look at him, but I know he'll come.

"Umm, is this seat taken?" I know it's him before I even look up.

I look up and smile, "No, go ahead..."

Up close he's handsome, dark hair and eyes. He's also removed his wedding band, though the tan line would be a dead giveaway even if I hadn't spotted it before. Oh yes, this will be incredibly easy.

After a moment of awkward silence, he asks if he can order me a drink. I smile and tell him my order-another Cosmo-although I will not take more than a sip or two. I want to remain sober and sharp.

I hear him clear his throat, "Umm, I'm Stephen," he says, extending his hand to shake it.

"Anna, nice to meet you... thank you for the drink." I watch him as he can't help but glance down, admiring my cleavage.

I simply smile at Stephen, and ask him to tell me about his job. Of course, he can't resist the urge to talk about himself, and I encourage him along with simple questions. As he talks, I look into his eyes, and lean in closer. I laugh at his jokes. I start flirting a little more overtly, playfully touching his arm or leg, "accidentally" touching our legs or knees together as we inch closer together.

I can tell he's getting bolder, more comfortable, more confident. At one point he reveals that this is his last night in town, but that he's here on business about once a month. It's perfect, I neither want nor have the time or energy for more.

I step up my subtle affections for him, my hands lingering a little longer on him, our legs now touching, leaning in and letting him see my breasts on full display. I can tell it's having an effect. He is getting more and more distracted by my touches, and even returning the favor. Of course I encourage him, leaning in even closer, I whisper in his ear, "Is your hotel far from here?"

"Ummm, yeah, about a five minute walk," he takes a moment, realizing how close he is to bringing me home, "Do... do you want to go back to my place?"

I kiss his cheek and once again whisper, "Of course I do..." and I take his hand, guiding him out of the bar. This part is key. If I'd proposed what I'm about to propose in the bar, he'd probably turn me down, but now that we've left, and he's following me, his mind becomes more open and his judgement cloudy, as his hormones rate.

I take his hand and after a few steps we nearly pull part, as he goes left and I go right.

"The hotel is this way" he says, laughing.

"We need to make a quick stop first... it'll just take a minute." I pull him toward me, and embrace him. I look up at him with a fiery gaze, and he cannot help but pull me in for a kiss. I let him, and kiss him back as I press my body into his. I let his hands wander over my body and I can feel his cock bulging in his tight pants.

I guide him to a nearby ATM, and I lean in, kissing him again, then whispering into his ear with another kiss, "It's 2000 kroner for the hour..."

He gasps, as I kiss his neck and guide his hands over my body, "w-what?!" he says, trying to pull away in shock.

"If you want me" I say seductively, still kissing him, not letting him pull away, still letting his hands feel my ass and breasts and legs, "It's 2000 kroner... and I know you want me..."

"You're kidding..."

I look him in the eyes, smiling, "nope..." before kissing him again. I can feel his will weakening.

"But..."

I put a finger to his lips, "no buts..." and I take his hand, guiding him to the ATM. "It's so easy," I whisper in his ear, my hands now roaming his body, my fingers expertly teasing up his thigh, coming close but not yet touching his cock, "Just put in your card.. go on..."

Despite himself, he still reaches in his wallet and follows my instructions.

"Good, and put in your pin..."

I keep teasing him and kissing him, refusing to look away as he enters his info. When the screen pops up asking how much to withdraw, I put my fingers over his, typing in "2-0-0-0" together.

"Good boy," I tell him, as he hands over the money, "Now I'm yours," I tell him, letting him think he's won, when I know who is really in control. We kiss some more, and then we walk briskly back to his hotel.

When we get back to his hotel room, he passionately grabs me and throws me against the wall, kissing me and making quick work of my dress and bra.

"Oh my god, your tits are amazing" he whispers. I had a sense he was a breast man, and I'm seldom wrong about these things.

He takes my breasts into his hands, and leans down to kiss, lick, and suck on my nipples. I let out a performative moan. He goes to remove my panties, but I need to once again assert my control over him. I moved him over to the bed, telling him to get undressed. I almost giggled at how quickly he did, especially when his pants got caught around his ankles. His cock is rock hard, and visibly throbbing, but I wouldn't give him any pleasure just yet.

I then tell him to get on the bed, lying on his back. He once again does exactly as he's told. Behind nearly every confident business man is a submissive who wants nothing more than to be told what to do by a powerful woman. And right now, I am his dream come true.

I straddle him, and I can tell how badly he wants to fuck me. I lean down and whisper in his ear, "not yet... not until you're a very good boy..." I then start working my way up his body until I am straddling his head. I then take his head, grabbing his full head of hair and bring him up to my wet, swollen lips as I start to grind my pussy on his face.

I could tell he was very into it, and not just from his rock hard cock. His eyes rolled back in his head and he was in heaven, barely being able to breath as I did my best to smother him. Seeing him submit like this was also turning me on, and I felt my own heart rate start to increase. I couldn't help but to start giving into the pleasure. Stephen was actually really great at eating pussy, and judging by his desperation, he was starving.

To my surprise, I felt waves of pleasure start to build. My clients pretty much never made me come, so it was almost as concerning as it was pleasurable. Maybe it was because of his particularly cute face I was sitting on. Or the knowledge that I was owning yet another wealthy, powerful, and married man. Or, perhaps, he was actually really fucking good at eating my pussy. Regardless, my performative moans soon started becoming real moans. "Yes, yes Stephen... right there... yes baby, keep licking... oh god, you're going to make me..." I couldn't even get out the word "come" before I felt my entire body tighten and release in an earth-shattering orgasm. I pressed my thighs against the side of his head, holding him in place as I rode his face through orgasm.

As I came down from the orgasm, I once again composed myself, sliding down his body, and expertly started teasing his cock while whispering in his ear, "tell me how you want me..."

"Can... can you climb on top..?"

Aww, they're so cute when they've given up control. And he doesn't even know half of what I have planned yet. I kiss his neck and whisper "yes," as I start rubbing my wet pussy all over his cock, teasing him with my wet lips, feeling him thrust haplessly, wanting desperately to be inside me. I kept control, always pulling away just when he thrusted. I once again lowered myself, feeling the tip of his cock just begin to push into my entrance, before pulling away again, I teased him like this for a few agonizing minutes before sliding all the way down on his cock and whispering in his ear, "does your wife know that you have unprotected sex with a professional?"

His eyes went wide, both out of the shock of the realization that I knew he was married, and what he had just done, and also out of how good my pussy felt wrapped around his cock.

"It's okay" I told him seductively, "it's our little secret..."

I watched him breathe a sigh of relief before adding with a wicked grin, "unless you misbehave..."

A look of concern briefly washed over his face, but it passed soon enough. He was simply too turned on to think about any future consequences.

I started sliding up and down on his cock, and I knew it wouldn't be long before he came. "Go on baby, you can come in me... give it to me, I want your come..."

I could tell he was really struggling and trying to hold himself back. I started moaning, and moaning his name, and with one last, deep thrust, he came deep inside me, fully giving in and submitting.

"Good boy..."

I know from experience that this is an especially tricky moment to navigate. A sudden wave of guilt will no doubt wash over him as he comes down from the orgasm. But equally, it's also when men are at their most suggestive, and if I play my cards right, he'll be coming back to me over and over again.

I lie down next to him, guiding one of his hands to my pussy, and guiding his mouth to my breast, "that's it, rub my pussy and feel our juices mixing together... it's so hot, isn't it?" A muffled response came from my tits as he suckled greedily on my nipple. "Mmm, feels so good..."

I looked down and saw his cock start to throb again, stiffening again. This was perfect.

"Well baby, it's time to go..." I pulled away from him coldly. Like the professional I am. He actually whimpered. Oh, this will be too easy.

I pulled my dress on, and threw my panties at him. "Put them on."

He looked down at my black, lacy panties in his hands, "Umm... what."

"Put. Them. On." I crossed my arms and stared at him. Nervously, he slid one leg, then another into them and pulled them up.

"Good boy," I cooed, getting back on my hands and knees and crawling up the bed to him. I kissed and nuzzled his neck as I started rubbing his hard cock through the thin fabric of my panties. "I can also stay the night... if you want..."

"P-please..." he moaned.

A wicked grin spread across my face. I grabbed his phone next to the bed, "Open up your banking app," I ordered, still stroking him through the panties.

I was not shocked that he quickly obeyed. When he did, I took the phone from him, quickly entered my bank details and a recurring 10,000 kroner per month payment.

"There, just needs your approval, and then I'm all yours any time you're in town... and maybe even when you're not..."

Stephen's eyes grew wide, even on his salary that's a lot of money. "I don't know... I mean, that's..."

I kept stroking him, kissing his neck and whispering, "I'm worth it," I felt him throb and strain against the panties, "and it needs to be enough so you feel it... otherwise it's meaningless to you, and I know you want this... you just have to show me..."

Almost against himself, he approved the transaction, gasping as he did, a wave of pleasure-one that can only come from submission-washed over him.

"Good boy... and now, you're mine..." I kissed him again as he whimpered.

I had many more plans for Stephen, but those would have to wait for another day.

I pushed the panties to the side, freeing his hard cock but making sure he kept the panties on as I straddled him once more and slid down, taking him fully inside me. As I did, I let out a moan. It wasn't sexual pleasure, but rather the deep satisfaction of knowing I had a new slave who was going to worship me and treat me as well as I deserved to be treated. That thought sent shivers down my spine, and as I rode his cock and looked at his sweet, almost helpless eyes, I smiled. This was going to be so fun.