Lola

He have little choice if he did not act naturally (as naturally as one can in an outfit like this) then the whole plan would be a flop, even if Maria successfully convinced them to go with it. He stood up as confidently as he could. The fact that he could hide his face gave a profound confidence. No matter who came through that door they would never have to know it was he.

The door opened to reveal a shy little girl. She could not have been less than 5’7, but her mannerism cried out small. Her body belied her attitude. She had large perky breast soft with a natural fullness. Numerous hands pushed her into the room, and shut the door leaving the room empty except for him and Lola. With a resounding Thunk the door locks. The timid minx was dressed in a bustier: black, covered in red silk roses, tight, and tied crossed cords on the sides. She was wearing a very thin sheer thong. He is motionless except for his eyes as they take in the beauty of the sight before. She was not extraordinarily beautiful. There was nothing which he would call exceptional, nothing glamorous. That is not to say she was not beautiful, but it was not loud nor boastful. Lola’s beauty was one of serenity. In that way her beauty was a rare as a unicorn. She is wearing a garter belt and long silk stockings. As fortune (or more accurately her sister) would have it, she wears nothing to obstruct his view of her most beautiful breast. However, she covers herself with her arms.

He stands there silent. The only proof of his life is his throbbing member.

There is a long silence; the tension is high. ‘Ok John, your going to need to do something,” he think to yourself. He lower his voice he don’t want her to recognize it if Maria hadn’t given away his identity. He cocks his head ever so slightly. “Are you ready?”

Her eyes drop to his engorged member and grow to the size of dinner plates. “no.” Her voice is full of anxiety.

‘Oh, boy, damn, shit, fuck, etc.’ he thinks to himself. ‘This is going to get difficult.’ But these are not the words that come form his mouth. He responds with a curious, “Hmm?” This seems to throw Lola off. He decides that the dominator, the one Maria wanted for Lola, was a bad idea. He takes a deep breath. “Dear Lola, please, have a sit.” He walks over to the bed and sits down. He pats his hand next to her. “It’s ok.”

Wearily she sits a good distance from him. “Lola, I pray you talk to me. You are obviously not comfortable with this. What is going on?” As he speaks his erection slowly deflates.

“Umm… Master…” she begins.

He interrupts her immediately. “Is that what they have you calling me?” She nods her head yes. “I don’t think that we’re going to get very far if you think of me in those terms.”

“Er… then what should I call you?”

“Well I think I shall leave that up to you; you may call me anything you like.” He closes his eyes and bows his head as a sign of consent. Lola thinks on this for a moment and finally decides on, “Rabbit,” She gives a chocked laughter.

He chuck warmly as well. “Ok, then Talk to Rabbit.”

“This is so confusing, Rabbit. I mean, ok, I just turn 18 and the whole world goes loopy on me. My sister gets some overly hung stranger, no offense Rabbit, chuckle and expect me to just, well… just get fucked. Rabbit, I sure you can tell I am still a virgin. I never thought it would be someone like you, again I don’t mean to offend you.”

“No, no I completely understand. I do look a bit ridiculous.” She gives him a slight smile, though it fades post haste.

“Well, not only is my sister, trying get me to have sex, but nearly every friend I know, even my teacher.” Lola is absolutely pitiful, she near tears. “I am so confused, I always trusted my friends in the past, but this is just so… I just don’t know what to do.” Now, she is crying.

“Miss Lola, sex is a very complicated issue. For some, like your sister Maria, it is about sheer carnal lust, for others it is a game it is done for fun and with light hearts, for some, and I think this is the type of person you are, it is about lovemaking.” Lola motions her head in conformation. Her face, however, betrayed her feeling of confusion at the philosophical waxing of her supposed leather bound dominator. “Yeah, see you don’t need someone to ‘fuck’ you, you want a lover, someone tender, careful and observant, and you don’t want someone you think is going to, disappear when it is all over, abandon you, as you feel everyone else you know has just done. Am I right?” Again, she motions her head in conformation. Still using his deepened voice, “Lola would it make you feel any better if you knew that I was someone you already knew?”

She had to think on this for sometime. At last she says, "yes," though it is said with less than the most confidence.

“Well then, ok.” He says slowly and just as slowly, he unzips the mask and lifts it off of his head.