Black leather and a riding crop

The pretty blonde starlet looked like should could have walked out of a dominatrix school. She wore a black leather bustier that accentuated the perkiness of her breasts and left her midriff bare. Her black leather pants fit so tight around her tone legs, they could have been painted on. 4 inch stiletto heals weren't enough to make her 5'1” frame imposing, but they did shape her legs nicely. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. She had a large leather purse slung over her shoulder and a riding crop in her hand.

“Oh crap, she knows!” thought Rick. “I always thought nobody would see me going to that place, but somehow she found out!” He smiled calmly, trying not to show the panic he felt inside. “Relax, Rick, relax. She could be coming from a movie shoot or something. This could all be fine, she might not know how you spend your Sunday evenings at all.”

Miss Burdell didn't do as well hiding her reaction. She dropped her jaw and stared openly at Hayden's provocative outfit.

The young actress turned to her and darkly said, “You can go now.”

Miss Burdell looked at her boss for confirmation, but he couldn't look away from the actress. Not knowing what to do, Miss Burdell left, closing the door behind her. She walked quickly to the bathroom, locked herself in a stall, and fingered her sopping pussy while thinking about what she had just seen.

Back in the office, the casting director tried to regain control. “I'm glad you could make it, Miss Panettiere. We can-”

”Mistress,” said Hayden sternly.

“What?”

“It's 'Mistress Hayden,' not 'Miss Panettiere.'”

“Uh, okay.” Rick felt completely overwhelmed. Everything she did pushed his buttons. Thoughts of falling to the floor and kissing her lovely black stilettos ran through his head. He tried to play it off as a big joke, desperately hoping that it was one. “Well, um, 'Mistress Hayden', heh heh, if you'll have a seat, we can get started.”

Hayden slammed her riding crop on his desk. She placed both hands on the desk and leaned far over it, bringing her face very close to his. With a confident grin that turned up one corner of her mouth, she said, “Oh, we can get started all right. But not the way you think!”