Ch. 2. The Erotic Adventures Of Erica Hunt.

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Eight o'clock that evening found me back at what's-his-name's apartment door. I made a mental note to ask him what his name was. Now I'd fucked him it was high time we were introduced. I was dressed in the elbow-length black leather gloves and matching thigh-high boots he'd bought me. Well, the ones he'd paid for, anyway. I had added a purchase of my own. A black leather choker that set off my flaming red hair and brought out the emerald of my eyes. My trench-coat was just loosely tied at the waist with its belt. I knew the difficulty he had with things like buttons, zippers, - simple human speech. Underneath I was naked. Naked as a, well, - as the sexy Dominatrix I was pretending to be. I raised my hand to knock when the door swung in before me, replaced by my hero's pouting face. I pretended not to notice and rapped my knuckles three times on his forehead.

"Anybody home?", I called out. Then I noticed his right eye. It was purple and swollen. "Jesus, Tiger, didn't anybody ever tell you you're supposed to open a door beFORE you walk through it?"

"That lady punched me", he whined, "in the elevator. The one you told I attacked you."

Secretly I was a little shocked. Who knew she'd believe me? I forgot that, given the choice between reason, between doubt, between thoughtful questioning and self-serving lies, people will choose the lie each time. I mean, look at how they vote. Usually.

"Still, it's worth it for an hour or two with these puppies, ain't it, Tiger?", and with that I un-tied my trench-coat and opened it with both hands, wide.

He gulped. He looked me up and down with his one good eye. I could feel his excitement as he took in my ample breasts, my flat stomach, luscious thighs and bushy pussy mound.

"No", he muttered softly.

"No?", I sputtered, shocked again, "Why not?"

"Because you're mean", he said so softly I could barely hear.

"Mean?", I said sarcastically, "I see, you were expecting one of those compliant, soft, subMISSive Dominatrixes when you called the agency, is that it?" Nothing. "You really ARE a masochist, aren't you?"

"What do you mean?', he asked me, sulkily.

"Well, - you'd give up another ride on the Erica-Go-Round", at which I shook my breasts and thrust my crotch towards him, "for a chance to, what, - chastise me?" I was getting tired of all this idiotic banter. I let my coat slide off my arms and fall to the hallway floor. The toys in my pockets made a soft thud as they landed on the carpet. I looked up and down the hallway then called out: "Rape!", loudly enough to elicit a response from any normal human being.

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