Their conversations were always short, and often sexual – but not always. Sometimes Tina would simply be teased, and other times praised. The way this woman treated her – like she owned Tina – was intoxicating. She found herself a slave to this woman’s commands, often carrying out simple yet humiliating acts around the office. Sometimes she was made to drop something, and then reach for it in a provocative way in front of someone she knew would stare. It was an incredible rush.

"I would love to watch the look on their faces," the woman smirked, speaking with Tina on a quiet afternoon. "… These men you tease."

"Why?" Tina smiled, leaning back in her chair to cross her legs. "I thought you hated men."

The woman laughed, as boisterous as ever. "I never admitted to that. I simply explained that the thought of a naked man makes me feel violently ill."

Tina breathed out in an attempt at laughter, but she couldn’t be so loud at work. "That’s terrible."

"But I would love to see them staring at you … making you feel objectified in that sinister way you secretly enjoy …"

The woman’s heavy breathing made Tina smile. "You’re … excited."

"I am."

Tina smiled again, listening as the woman continued.

"I want you to go to Kisses tonight."

"Go to kisses?"

"It’s a bar."

Tina sat up straight in her chair, leaning off the edge of her seat. "You’ll … be there?" She could barely breathe it excited her so incredibly. "Will you? I mean … really be there?"

Some laughter postponed the woman’s answer. "I might."

Hearing that, Tina wanted to run from her seat all the way to the club. She was so excited. "Oh my god …"

"I want you to wear something for me."

"Anything for you."

The woman laughed again, obviously pleased. "Good. I want you to wear a nice, tight dress. Nothing underneath it."

Tina exhaled, her hand at the base of her neck in a subtle effort to restrain herself. She looked over her shoulders, as if someone could see the sensuality of their conversation. "When?"

"Midnight."

The click sent a smile to Tina’s face – knowing the woman for such acts of control. She often liked to keep Tina on the edge of her seat, and then end their call. It only excited Tina further, until she couldn’t stand it any longer.

The end of the day seemed ages away, but she finally made it before rushing home with all of the excitement she could manage. And even when she was home, the high hadn’t worn off. She quickly jumped into a hot bath, shaving and otherwise preparing herself. When she reached the spot between her legs, she smiled to herself, wondering what the mystery woman would prefer. Maybe she should just shave it all off – that might add some surprise.

It wasn’t until after she had prepared herself that it hit her: she fully expected to have sex with this woman. Laughing to herself in the tub, she realized how terrible that seemed to her, having only been with two others before – one a man, and the other a woman. She was not one to jump into bed with anyone, but as she locked her arms around her legs, she smiled at the dark chill that excited her. She felt like she had known this woman for years. She felt ready.

After washing and conditioning her hair with great care, Tina rinsed herself off and stepped out to wrap a thick towel around her. She dried off before stepping into her room, and over to her closet. She rifled through it until she found the smallest, sexiest dress she owned. A light green stylish minidress with a deep V neck.

When she had fitted it on and zipped up the back, she could plainly see the swell of her breasts, and was surprised she even owned such an explicit piece of clothing – she was glad. The sight she knew to be tempting brought a smirk to her lips, looking more intimately at herself in the mirror. She could barely breathe when she realized that this would be the first thing the exotic woman would ever see her in. She felt a gush of arousal, and ran quickly to the bathroom to dry herself.

"Jesus," she sighed, running both hands through her wet hair before slipping off the dress and laying it on the bed. She had decided what to wear, and she had readied herself. Now all she had to do was wait.

That was the hardest part.