Chapter Eight
He rang the bell. The door opened almost immediately, to reveal a woman dressed in a black leather corset.
‘Come in,’ she said, without smiling.
Marcus stepped inside.
‘Follow me,’ she said.
She was tall, with a well-developed figure. As he walked behind her down the hall, he watched her tightly corseted bottom sway from side to side. Attached to the corset were black stockings with seams, above ankle boots with heels so high he wondered how she kept upright.
She led him into a large, comfortably furnished room. Crossing to the far side, she sat down in an upholstered chair.
‘Come here,’ she said, pointing to a spot in front of her.
Marcus stood where she indicated. He could feel his scrotum tightening; there was a distinct feeling of menace. The woman took a cigarett
