The first real meeting with Leon

Sarah stood in front of the mirror in her room and smoothed out her dress for the third time. It was an elegant but very short black cocktail dress with a low-cut back. Underneath, she wore only a tiny black thong and no bra—just as Mia had advised her.

Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears.

The last two days had been a whirlwind of shame, excitement, and humiliation. She had sent Leon only select photos—the tanning bed photo with the hard nipple, the yoga photo in white leggings, the torn dress at the supermarket, and a few more innocent nude shower pictures. Each time, she’d added a short, apologetic note:

And this morning, she’d actually received the long-awaited message:

Leon: “Tonight at 9:30 p.m. ‘Velvet Room’ bar. Come alone. Be on time.”

Sarah had been a bundle of nerves all day. She had changed clothes three times, reapplied her makeup twice, and asked herself at least ten times whether she was good enough for him.

Now she was standing in front of the bar. Her hands were sweaty, her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. She took a deep breath and went inside.

The club wasn’t a loud dance hall, but an exclusive, dimly lit couples’ club with deep leather sofas, soft red lighting, and quiet, sensual music. It smelled of expensive leather, whiskey, and a subtle hint of sex.

When Sarah entered the room, her breath caught in her throat for a moment.

Leon was sitting casually in one of the semicircular alcoves. He looked dangerously handsome—tall, broad-shouldered, with dark, perfectly styled hair, a striking face with sharp cheekbones, and piercing gray-blue eyes. His black shirt was slightly open at the collar and stretched tight across his toned chest. Sarah immediately felt a deep tug in her lower abdomen.

Oh my God… I’ve never seen such a handsome man before. Please let him want me. Please let him be my new sugar daddy.

Mia met her at the entrance, gave her a warm hug, and whispered in her ear:

“You look breathtaking in that red dress, sweetie. The plunging neckline… the way the fabric hugs your hips… Leon won’t be able to take his eyes off you. You’ve really made yourself look beautiful.” Then her voice grew more serious. “Are you really sure you want him?”

Sarah glanced over at Leon again. He was already watching her. Her heart raced.

“Yes,” she whispered resolutely. “I want him. Definitely.”

Mia smiled slightly and led her over to him.

Leon stood up. He was even taller than she had imagined. His gaze slid slowly and possessively over her body—from her deep cleavage down to her waist and legs. He raised a hand, gently brushed a strand of blonde hair from her face, and tucked it behind her ear. Sarah’s lips parted slightly; she leaned forward instinctively, wanting to kiss him—

But Leon turned his face away at the last moment. Her lips only touched his cheek.

Sarah froze. A hot wave of shame washed over her face. How embarrassing… I leaned forward like a dog in heat…

“Nice to meet you, Sarah,” Leon said in a deep, calm voice. No smile. Just that intense, scrutinizing gaze.

The evening began politely but coolly. They talked about travel, about art, about life in the city. Leon was charming but distant. Sarah laughed at the right moments, gently touched his arm, tried to spark some chemistry—but it felt as though he were testing her. That certain spark just wouldn’t ignite.

Eventually, Sarah couldn’t take it anymore. She dragged Mia into the ladies’ room.

“Mia… please. What can I do? He doesn’t seem to really want me. How do I convince him?”

Mia sighed, as if she were **** to say it.

“Actually, I shouldn’t give you any advice… but if you really want it: Take off your panties right now. Go back to the table and put them right in front of his nose, openly and demonstratively. Let him and everyone else see that you’re bare down there. And then watch his reaction closely.”

Sarah’s heart was racing. She hesitated for just two seconds, then nodded.

In the bathroom, she took off her red panties. They were already damp. She opened the neckline of her dress a little wider so that the tops of her breasts and a hint of her pink nipples were visible. With the warm, damp panties in her hand, she walked back.

She sat down across from Leon, placing the red panties slowly and clearly visible right between them on the table. The wet spot in the middle was impossible to miss.

The waiter came over shortly afterward to bring new drinks. He froze for a moment when he saw the panties. His gaze immediately wandered to Sarah’s lap. Sarah pressed her legs together, turned bright red, and squirmed inside.

Oh God… he knows. He knows exactly that I’m naked under my dress right now…

The waiter kept staring at her the whole time, repeatedly trying to catch a glimpse between her legs. Sarah’s face burned with shame. She hardly dared to move.

Only after the waiter had left did she relax a little. Leon now seemed much more attentive. His eyes had a dangerous gleam.

Mia sat down next to Sarah, gently stroked her thigh, kissed her softly on the cheek, and whispered in her ear:

“Leon was watching closely when the waiter was staring at you like that. He liked it. If you really want him… be a little bolder. Show yourself. Not just to him.”

Sarah swallowed. Sober, it was much harder than at the party. But her lust won out.

The next time the waiter came over, she slowly turned her legs toward him. Leon watched her closely. Sarah opened her thighs a little. The waiter could now see that she really wasn’t wearing any panties—even if he couldn’t see any details yet.

Leon grinned slightly.

Sarah looked deep into his eyes and opened her legs even wider. Wider. Until her thighs were clearly spread apart. The waiter almost spilled the glass. He stared right between her legs, seeing her smooth, already slightly glistening pussy. Sarah turned bright red, her heart pounding, but she maintained eye contact with Leon.

Leon nodded slowly, satisfied, and patted the spot right next to him with his open hand.

Sarah stood up, walked around the table, and sat down next to him. Mia just smiled knowingly.

The waiter hurried away.

Leon placed a hand on Sarah’s bare thigh, right at the top, almost under the hem of her dress. His fingers slowly traced their way higher.

“Good girl,” he murmured softly, so that only she could hear. His voice was dark and full of promise.

Sarah’s pussy clenched with arousal. She was soaking wet.

Leon leaned very close to Sarah, his lips almost at her ear. His deep, husky voice vibrated directly through her ear canal, flowing like warm honey into her head and spreading explosively throughout her entire body.

“You’re braver than you look,” he whispered slowly. “That innocent face… and then you just lay your wet panties on the table like that. That’s damn hot.”

Every word seemed to go straight to her nipples. They grew even harder, pressing painfully against the thin red fabric. A hot shiver raced further down, straight into her already dripping pussy. Sarah’s entire body broke out in goosebumps. Every fine hair stood on end. She took a trembling breath, her thighs clenching involuntarily.

Mia had drilled it into her earlier: Don’t touch him first. Wait until he makes the first move. Clear division of roles.

Leon took a step back, looked deep into her eyes, and continued:

“I didn’t think you were capable of something like this. So shy on the one hand… so determined and dirty on the other. You might be exactly what I need.” He paused briefly, then asked softly, “How would you go about convincing me further, Sarah?”