The crunch of dirt underfoot doesn’t hide the louder sound of your heels on the floor. The room is empty, it echoes as you walk. It is dark. You can only just see.
You are alone.
Being here was your idea; your fantasy. Making it a reality is at the same time the most exciting and most terrifying feeling.
Walking here, dressed as he demanded the single most thrilling thing you have done. Until next time. Your inner slut, given reign at last, meant that you had walked the dark street as if you belonged there, exotic, exciting, a feast for the eye.
And the looks of the strangers that had passed you, desire in the eyes of some, danger in the eyes of others; recognition in the eyes of a very few.
Online. It had all started online. A little bit of internet shopping on a bored Friday afternoon. Browsing the lingerie section had almost been an afterthought.
Normally, you wouldn’t dream of wearing such things. They just weren’t your style. Or were they? I mean, what were you doing there? On a work day?
But then the message had pinged into your Inbox. Somehow you had violated the firms’ internet code. The IT Department knew what you had been doing. And they had informed your boss.