Sleeping with a Friend

"Kevin Bacon"'s Special Dinner

I entered his apartment with ease and precaution. I made my way to the kitchen and saw that the dining room table was dressed for a dinner for two. The fireplace was lit again in the living room, and just as I set my belongs down on the chair I heard his voice. "Did you do what I requested?" I removed my coat and showed him that I was already wearing a dress and that I did not do what he had asked. He lowered his head in disappointment. "As I said before, I do not take orders from a submissive."

I made my way over to the table which was set in suck a pristine condition, I felt uncomfortable sitting there at all. I knew he was a perfectionist that demanded order, and this table proved it. "I am glad that you did decide to come tonight, I know it is not our normal setting." He pulled out my chair and seated me at the table. I felt him lean in and smell my hair once again. The table had a beautiful bouquet of lilacs placed in the very center of the table. But as I sat down, I realized that the table was not set in a formal fashion. "I will say, you are devilishly breathtaking in clothes as well as without." He had arranged the seating for me to be seated at the head of the table, and he was seated to my right. I laid the napkin across my lap and was seducing him with my eyes through the openings of my mask. "You do not think that for one night I could see you without that mask on?" I sat in the chair with perfect posture, back straight shoulders back, and chin up. "You are fully aware of the rules. Since you are a business man, I think that you would not stray from the contract we have both agreed upon."

I hardly noticed that there was food that had been set down on my plate. A bottle of wine was opened and being poured into my glass. "Kevin" inched closer to me. "I wanted to show you what life would be like if you agreed to my proposal. All of this could be yours. Being waited on hand and foot, the array of beautiful lilacs day after day, the presents I can shower you with...". I sipped the wine from the glass. "What we have is a business," I told him. I explained that he was acting like a selfish child, not wanting to share a toy that he never owned to begin with. I continued to tell him that people fear him, and if it wasn't for his money and power, people wouldn't want anything to do with him. I explained that I have seen a vulnerable side of himself that no one else is privy to see but I do not flaunt that to other people not do I rub it back into his face. What we have is a business relationship. Nothing more and nothing less. My words stung at his very core. I didn't lie about anything. He found me because he felt as though he was missing something in his life. He liked the idea that I was discrete, and no matter what, anything that happened behind closed doors would stay behind closed doors. "Well then, you are a hypocrite", he blurtedout. My brow lowered in anger. He always enjoyed thinking he had the upper hand. Men like "Kevin" enjoyed the pleasure of causing others pain and fear. He wasn't loved normally like other people, he grew up in a cold and controlling world. He would do and say anything he wanted, and because people to him had a price there were no consequences that needed to be handled. To him, everyone could be bought or sold as he wished. "You say that you refuse my proposal because you refuse to be bought. But I pay you for each meeting we have. You are a hypocrite."

This comment only angered me more, and I feared that I was going to say something that I may regret later. I started to get up from the table. I walked to the chair o gather my things. "You cannot leave! This meeting is not over yet! I am not satisfied!" I walked back to the table, and picked up the glass of wine and poured it over his head. "You need to cook off. When you stop thinking that people can be bought and sold like cattle, then we can have this conversation. And remember your words, "You pay me" for help! I was not. You came to me because you were in the need of guidance. I provided you a service. Nothing in this world is free, is that what you say? You make it that no one wants to be around you unless you pay them to do so. If this is what you wanted me here for to tell me that I am your play thing because you pay me already? Then, I AM satisfied!" I turned and made my way to the door. With my hand on the knob, I felt a hand gripping to turn me around. I faced him and looked at him. His cheeks were redden and his eyes watered. I had never seen him like this before... EVER! He was practically groveling at my feet. For a strong, cold, and calculating ball buster, he fell at my feet looking needy. "Stand up!" I demanded. He rested his head in the palms of his hands and he explained to me this is why he desired me so badly. The fact that I didn't care much about the money, the gifts, and the places he could take me is why he craved me so much. I was unattainable for him. "Do you not see this is why I want you so badly! You put me in my place! You do not fear me like everyone else does. And this is why I want you so much, because I know I cannot have you."

I didn't realize why I hadn't seen this before. I wasn't with him for the money, well for my services it's different. Men usually want the one thing they can' have, and for "Kevin" that was me. He held on to my hand, not wanting to let go, and apologized for everything he had said. He admitted that he was having a tantrum. He was able to smile finally. "Please. Give me the simple pleasure of having dinner with me. I respect you and your decision. But, I tell you, my feelings remain the same, and they always will." "Kevin" started to lead me back to the table again, pulling my chair out and seated me. He was even more affectionate now, which worried me. I didn't want him to think he was getting into my head. I didn't want to let him have the upper hand. I couldn't lose the power my persona had over him already.