I beckoned to her from across the room, she scooted towards me through a crowd of strangers. I ran my finger tips down her naked back playing with her pink bra strap; hot beads of sweat dampened her flesh. My hands came to rest on the waistband of her pencil skirt.
“Are you ready for this?” I asked.
“No,”
“Are you nervous?”
“Very.”
I took her hand and led her into the dungeon space. I wrapped my arms around her and held her; her cheek rested on my shoulder, her heart pounded. I slid her bra straps off her shoulders, unfastened the clasp, the bond between us was the only thing that held the garment in place. I released her, took a step back and the pink lacy bra fell into my hands. She pushed her bare chest against me. I could feel her stiff nipples poking me through my shirt. The scent of fear clung to her. I buried my nose into the nape of her neck and inhaled her natural perfume. I held the scent for a moment then unzipped her pencil skirt and slipped it down over her hips. It crumpled onto the cement floor. I leaned in and whispered in her ear.