Apologize

"Lost my key... sorry..." you reply feeling guilty of being caught in "her" backroom. She doesn't answer you, she just smiles and slowly runs a finger up her right thigh, reaching the hem of her skirt and pulling it up slightly on one side her body. She sways her hips just a little as her dress rises to reveal lace stocking tops and bare, pale skin.

Damn, you had assumed she was wearing tights but these were shear ivory white hold ups! She looks soo hot, high heels, short uniform skirt and long flowing black hair hanging down past her shoulders, with a sexy naughty smile spreading across her face.

"Do you realize you qualify for disqualification?" she asks moving slowly away from the door towards me.

She is seducing you, presenting a power play. You decide you are not in as much trouble as you thought you were.

"Hello Rose, I could ask you the same thing, you're the one who just locked us in," You reply, trying to hide any doubts you are having on what kind of game this is.

As she approaches you and draws in close, she reaches out and grabs one of your hands, probably just seeing if she can rattle you, you think. "My name is Lucy, calling me Rose is not helping with your predicament." She takes your hand and slides it gently up her thigh, she cocks her head to one side and whispers "well... I seem to have lost my knickers, do you have them?".

Fuck me, you think, this is a game. All you can feel as your hand rises up her thigh, is skin. You confidently step closer to her, bring bring your face close to hears. You feel her breath on your skin. Your hand reaches around to grasp a firm, bare cheek of her ass. She moans "Oooooh...are you going to give me what's mine?".

"Lost them have you?" you say playfully. "I think you know exactly where they are you naughty little slut". As soon as those words left your mouth you regret it, wondering if you had gone too far and killed the mood, you hold your breath, wait and see how she responds. After what feels like an eternity, she moves her head back just enough to look you in the eye, grabs your belt forcefully in one hand, and tugs at your trousers.

“Let me tell you something about my heritage. I am Japanese, all things in life are imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete. Things in bud, or things in decay, as it were, are more evocative of wabi-sabi than things in full bloom because they suggest the transience of things. As things come and go, they show signs of their coming or going and these signs are considered to be beautiful. In all we do, pursuit of perfection drives us with the bittersweet realization that perfection is unobtainable."

Despite her dry monologue, your dick leaps and presses against the front of your trousers. Lucy continues.

"Sex is a skill, to be cultivated, honed. You are here as a natural, but rough and crude. Polishing of manners, diction and feelings are necessary to remove the imperfections and achieve the highest grace. You challenging me to a sexfight would end poorly for you. You are not ready nor will you ever be. You are weak. Your cock is weak. I will fuck you deep. Deep and hard. I will swallow every inch of your weak cock. I will fuck you so hard, you’ll cry. You will cry, my sweet Roger. You will beg me to stop…but I won’t. You will learn your place. I’ll take you to your limit and then push that limit till I break you. When I’m done with you, you will be mine. Are you ready to battle a sexual samurai?"