Predetermined Meeting

Alyssa age 28 reporter from Indiana is to meet me near Stone Bridge Oaks in Grapevine Texas. The plan is to meet Alyssa at a predetermined place near this area. I’m running late, something I always avoid. I get to an appointment early and wait than be late. I have never met her, I agreed to help place her in seclusion for a while. She is multimedia reporter that got into trouble reporting a story. I turned into the parking lot of the appointed rendezvous spot. I looked around the parking lot, searching for her car. Then it occurred to me, I did not know the kind of car that had been rented for her. Our paths have crossed via a business associate. I had seen Alyssa’s profile, and checked her out; she is an attractive 28 year old woman, never married, petite 5′ 6″, hot slender figure. Knowing I had seen her profile she made the first move and called me. WE decided to meet here for wine tasting.

Alyssa checked her makeup in the tiny mirror of her compact. Her red lipstick is perfect, thick mascara and smoky eye shadow, light blush across her cheekbones all looked fine. After applying a light dusting of powder across her nose, she snapped the compact closed and slipped it back into her purse. She hoped she looked all right, dressed in a dark green pantsuit over a white blouse. She has never been sent into seclusion. When she’d gotten the call from Mr. Malone’s security guard this morning, she’d been alarmed, thinking something had happened. But everything is fine, the security guard had assured her, Mr. Malone just needed to speak to her about a matter of importance. Other than that, would not give her a clue as to what I might want with her. Fluffing her auburn hair nervously, she looked up at the numbers as the elevator slowly climbed its way to the top floor. When the doors slides open, she stepped into a richly decorated reception area. A security guard sat at the desk, he looked up as Alyssa approached the desk. ” I’m Alyssa,” she said, and at the guards’s look of indifference, added, ” Mr. Malone wanted to see me?”

The guard picked up the phone and pushed a button. ” Alyssa is here,” he announced, then hung up and pointed at the door to her right. ” Mr. Malone is waiting for you,” he said in a bored tone. ” You can go in.” ” Thank you,” Alyssa smiled, adding in her mind, ” bastard.” She moved to the door and opened it, stepping into a wood-paneled office that is large enough to host a conference. There is thick carpeting on the floor, a pair of leather sofas and coffee table in one corner, and I’m seated at the largest oak desk she’d ever seen. I rose to greet her.
” I’m John Malone,” I introduced myself with a disarming smile, reaching out to shake her hand. She recognized me, having seen me a number of times at business conferences, although we had never spoken. Around 58, I’m rugged looking, with a full head of slicked-back gray hair over a deeply tanned face with steely gray eyes and a hawk-like profile. I’m over six feet tall, with a big frame of a powerfully built man who had not let my muscles turn to flab at my age. I had the air of supreme self-confidence of a man who has single-handedly built an international empire. She feels the strength in my grasp as she shook my hand. She can’t help but find me attractive, and a bit intoxicating.

” Please, have a seat,” I guided her to the leather armchair beside the desk. ” Would you like some wine?” ” Wine, please,” Alyssa answered. I settled behind my desk, pushing a button on the phone. ” Martin, wine for Alyssa,” I barked. Alyssa can tell I’m used to giving orders. A moment later, the guard from the desk out front entered. He moved to a bar at the side of the room and poured the wine, then brought the glass to Alyssa. ” Thank you,” Alyssa smiled sweetly, eliciting an icy glare. ” Will there be anything else, sir?” the guard asked, turning toward me.
I waved him away with a negligent gesture. When the door closed behind him, I turned my attention back to Alyssa. ” Now, Alyssa…” ” I suppose the recent…predicament is a shock to you?” ” Yes,” she answered, looking at me.
” I have arranged for you to stay in a gated property with 24 hr security. You will continue receiving your pay.
You will be doing work for me.”

I sat forward in my chair, my steely eyes studying her face. Finally I spoke. ” Your life will be very much changed.” I fell silent, letting the reality of the situation sink in for a long moment. With a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, she asks in a small voice, ” What are you going to do?” ” You will perform certain services for me.” I said finally. Alyssa looked up hopefully. ” This is a personal services contract,” I explained, handing the several-page document to Alyssa, ” between yourself and me for a term of 5 years. Your annual salary will be $64,000.” ” What would I be doing?” she asked. ” Just what it says,” I answered with a wolfish grin. ” Personal services.”

My leering stare told Alyssa just how ” personal” those services are likely to be. Her face burned with embarrassment. She wanted to throw that contract back in my sneering face. But she did not. Finally, she asked, ” if I agree?” ” You stay in seclusion with security guards.” I concluded with an insolent grin. Alyssa’s brain worked feverishly, searching for a way out. Despair gripped her stomach as she slowly reconciled herself to the fact that she is trapped. ” It seems I have little choice,” she finally uttered. She turned to me. ” Where do I sign?” ” Not so fast,” I interrupted. ” I didn’t get where I am today by accepting untested merchandise. Stand up and show me what I’m buying.” Taken aback, Alyssa rose slowly to her feet. She looks at me uncertain. ” Take off your clothes,” I ordered. At her hesitation, I growled, ” Or get out now and I make a phone call.” Dropping her frightened eyes from my uncompromising gaze, Alyssa fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. She slips the blouse from her shoulders and laid it carefully over the arm of her chair. A furtive glance at my intent stare told her she is to continue. She unbuckled her fashionable belt and undid her pants. She is a ware of my scrutiny as she let her pants drop to her ankles. She sat on the edge of her chair to slip off her shoes and extract her feet from the fallen pants. At my gesture, she rose to her feet once again, now wearing only her bra and hose. She crossed her wrists self-consciously where her pubic triangle showed through the sheer fabric of her pantyhose.

I studied her silently for a moment, then said, ” I can’t say much for your choice of underwear. Take it off.”
Face burning in shame, Alyssa complied, slowly pushing down her pantyhose. Her bare ass met the leather upholstery of the chair as she sat to remove the flimsy garment. Rising again, her eyes staring unfocused out the window behind my head, she reached up to unfasten her bra. As it came off her shoulders, she dropped it unthinkingly to the floor. ” Turn around,” I commanded. ” Slowly.” Arms hanging limply at her sides, Alyssa turned woodenly before my eyes. Even in her dazed state, she is aware of the hungry look I gave her. She is very proud of her body. Strict dieting, three days a week at the health club and weekly visits to the beauty salon. Slender and firm, with an all-over tan, she had long, shapely legs, a tight little ass, flat tummy, and nice 36-B breasts. As she came back around, I’m nodding appreciatively.

” I guess that answers the question of whether you’re natural,” I joked, looking down at her auburn pubes, which were cropped short and trimmed to a neat little triangle. Alyssa clenched her teeth, fighting back tears of shame as she is sized up like a pet for sale. I let my eyes wander over her body a minute longer before continuing. ” Now then, a former boyfriend tells me you give a mean blowjob.” Alyssa’s eyes flared wide, a fresh red flush creeping up her face. Unsure how to respond, she remained silent, dreading what she knew is coming next. ” Come around here and give me a demonstration.” she started around the desk. ” Uh-uh,” I stopped her with an up raised palm. ” On your hands and knees,” I commanded. ” Crawl to me.”

Alyssa stopped, staring in disbelief, but my face is uncompromising. She realized what I’m doing: showing her who is in control. But her knowing did not change the fact. She will have to endure whatever humiliation I threw at her, otherwise she will be ruined. Reluctantly, she drops to her knees, then her hands, and crawled on the thick carpet around to the back of the desk. I push my chair back, swiveling toward her as she neared. She stopped at my feet, waiting further commands but none are forthcoming. Looking up, she sees the smug look on my face. I raised one eyebrow expectantly, silently ordering her.

With her hands shaking uncontrollably, Alyssa reached for my belt. She can see the bulge my cock is making in the front of my trousers and her hands brushed over it as she managed to unbuckle the belt and fumbled to unbutton my pants. Taking in a deep breath in a futile attempt to calm her nervous, she drew down the zipper pulling the two sides apart. My cock popped out of the slit in my boxers before she is prepared and suddenly she is staring right at it from just inches away. She is mesmerized, staring at the largest cock she’d ever seen. It had to be at least 9 inches, nearly as thick as her wrist, straight as an arrow as it throbbed to full erection before her eyes.

I let her stare at it for a long moment before I spoke. ” Let’s see just how good you really are,” I challenged. Startled out of her trance, Alyssa flushed with embarrassment again at being caught staring. Taking the enormous cock gingerly between her fingertips, she opens her mouth and, after one false start, closed her lips over it.