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"Good!"

Upon entering the lift she backed into a corner and instructed him, again, to press the button for the 8th Floor. Again, he did as she requested, bewildered by his own compliance. They reached the correct floor smoothly and as the lift opened she dangled a set of keys in front of him.

"If you don't mind!" It was a statement of fact, not a question.

He took the keys from her hand, which he noticed was now encased in a leather glove, and followed after her into to a broad hallway. Only two other doors lined the hallway and he was surprised there weren't more. She moved to the left and again stood aside to allow him access to the door. He struggled with the double lock and could feel the blush of embarrassment rising in his cheeks. She noticed this and responded with a wicked smile. As the door clicked open she stepped forward and filled the doorway.

"Come in!" She instructed.

He followed her into the open plan apartment. He was surprised by its appearance. It was minimal yet stylish, split on different levels, and had a wonderful view out over the river. The items he could see were seemingly simple but he presumed suddenly that they were expensive.

"Take your shoes off!" She snapped at him, throwing her coat over the back of a modern cream leather armchair.

He looked down at the floor and realised it was a lovely wood finish. He wasn't surprised that she wanted him to take his shoes off.

"Drink?" She appeared to ask him.

"Erm... Yes, please.... Whis..." But she had stopped him in his tracks, pointing to a large kitchen area and an array of bottles of various spirits and wine.

"I'll have vodka, there's ice in the fridge!" She directed, lighting another cigarette and moving over to the large expanse of windows.

As he fumbled with glasses, bottles and ice he considered his fate for the umpteenth time. He didn't feel comfortable, but he did. He couldn't understand why he just kept doing what she wanted. That just wasn't him at all. Looking across to her, he caught her silhouette against the glass and tried to muster any sense of attraction for her. She had a presence, he couldn't doubt that, but she was no stunner. He might have trouble getting it up and that would be embarrassing. Perhaps he should just leave.

As if sensing his thoughts she turned on her heels and walked towards the kitchen.

"Having doubts, now, are you?" She quizzed.

He did not reply.

"I saw you, you little fuck! Eyeing up that lovely little blonde barmaid! You should be ashamed of yourself!" She sounded like his mother, or worse, his grand-mother. He felt belittled by her words.

"I.... I.... I think I should leave!" He uttered.

"That's up to you..." she replied "but you will miss the time of your life if you do!"

He had no idea what she was talking about but he was suddenly aware of the outline of her breasts through the black shirt she was wearing. She was quite a big woman but those tits looked good.

"If you can't control yourself -- I shall take control of you!" She snapped, without moving.

"Eh?" He muttered.

"I think the words you are looking for are 'Sorry, Ma'am'" She interjected.

"Oh... Ok.... Sorry... Mam" He felt stupid, and again like a small child being told off. He didn't like it, but his cock was twitching.

She moved towards him to take her drink from his hand. Instead of drinking it she placed it down on the counter beside him and stepped in closer. He felt compelled to back away but couldn't. There was nothing behind him, but he felt stuck to the spot.

"How about you strip off and show me what you've got stirring under those trousers!" She teased.

"Erm... Uh... I.... Huh..." He reeled at her direct request. She didn't move -- just stood there looking at him, her sunglasses still in place.

"I'm sure you wouldn't have been so reticent for Plain Jane!" She teased again.

His cock twitched again and his stomach lurched.

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