A Night Out

Three hours later Charlie arrived at the penthouse, impeccably dressed in a black two-piece suit. Alison greeted him as he stepped off the elevator.

She had complied with his instructions to dress nicely, and had selected a classy black and white dress that almost looked like a latex version of a flight-attendant's uniform from a budget airline.
Charlie took her hand.
"You look beautiful Alison." He said simply. "You followed my instructions to the letter, and what's more, you helped me close the deal with Mr Pak today. You've been an excellent acquisition and you deserve a reward. I was thinking on the way over here about what your reward should be. I finally decided...tonight, will be all about you. I'm going to give you a night out that you'll never forget."

Alison reacted well. Her response was measured, a testament to her training.
"Thank you master." She replied.
"You deserve it Alison. You've been wonderful. I hope we both find it enjoyable. I'm going to try and give you the boyfriend experience of a lifetime. We'll go out, have a lovely dinner, and the rest of the night will just have to be a surprise. I will be kind and attentive and I will let you make most of your own decisions. Make no mistake though, I will be in charge. I am still your master, I'm just going to cut you a lot more slack than usual tonight. Now come on. I have a town-car waiting for us downstairs."

Charlie proffered his arm and Alison took it, letting him lead her down to the carpark. Charlie held the door open and she slid into the back seat. Charlie slid in next to her.
"Champagne, my dear?" He offered, opening up a compartment to reveal a chilled bottle of 1959 Dom Perignon, and holding up a diamond-studded flute.
"Sure." Replied Alison, with slight hesitancy.

Charlie rapped on the partition separating driver and passengers, and the car silently glided out into the night.