Conditioning Zara

"So, Zara, what do you do?" asked William, continuing his groping.

"I own three women's clothing boutiques. I'm...ooohhh in town to meet some possible new sellers. Oh god, that feels good."

"I'm glad you enjoy it. I can tell you really want to cut loose. You're very classy and well put together on the outside, but the fact you stripped your top and bra so easily show you really have a repressed desire to let your kinky side out."

Zara leaned in closer. Her chest was heaving, and her face, neck, and chest were turning red. "Yes, it's been a while."

William saw some people heading to the patio and did not want a scene. "Put your sweater back on, and come with me, and I'll let you get as kinky and freaky as you'd like." He put his hands down and handed Zara her sweater.

Zara smiled. She pulled her sweater back on.

William stood up and extended his hand. A smiling Zara took it and stood up and grabbed her iPad. He led her to the elevator, and she did not even realize she had left her bra behind.

As they got into the elevator and the doors closed, William pulled Zara to him. They kissed and ran their hands up and down each other. William let Zara's hair down. They kissed until they made it to William's floor. They went into his suite.

"Wow, what do you do for a living?" asked Zara.

"I'm a career coach and financial adviser, and a damn good one," answered William. "People know I give the best advice, can trust me completely, and know what I say to be true."

"You do seem the sort."

"And I can tell," said William. "Exactly what your freaky kink is?"

"You do, huh?" asked Zara. "So tell me, what is it?"