Thread: Domination at it's finest (SweetieCrèmePie)

Maya Dalling was shivering. From the tip of her painted toenails to the last curly blonde hair on her head, the sweet little thing felt trembles working their way along her body, terror pricking at her skin, rolling down her spine. She wasn't meant for this sort of thing. She was an office worker, secretary to a small time manager of an off-brand data entry business. It was a good job. They wanted her to look pretty, keep quiet and type, all three of which she excelled at. She was, formerly, the devoted live-in girlfriend of a sweet, caring man who tended bar for a living and had a stubbly, masculine jaw she loved to kiss. She was many things, and this seemed to go against every one of them. This was a seedy dive bar, the air clogged with alcohol and smoke. It was hungry eyes crawling over her, attached to hungry faces, to dull-eyed and drunken bikers, truckers and construction workers Men of the kind she'd always been warned about. But today, she wanted their blood to stir at the sight of a woman in their midst. Or, He wanted it. That was enough for her to do things she'd never dreamed of. Her rear drew the most attention, the tight little bootyshorts that slid between the perfect bubbly cheeks, outlining every inch of perky, curving flesh. She threw an exaggerated sashay into her hips as she went, keeping it slow, taking her time on the slow walk towards the bathroom door, putting her ass on display for them and making sure to draw every eye. A thin pink halter top framed her small chest, the little points of her nipples showing through, puffy and stiff with the same lust that was starting to trickle down her thigh, and Maya walked on high-heeled sandals, the straps crisscrossing up her slender ankles. The breathing of the men at the bar was deep, heaving, drawing in the sweet scent of her perfume. Their hunger was infectious, making something go tight and warm deep in the wetness between her legs. Those lingering eyes made her feel like a goddess, and by the time she reached the bathroom door, pushing it open, she had begun to enjoy looked at like that. Like an object, precious and sexual. Maya turned in the open doorway, reaching into the handbag at her side. They saw as she tugged out a pair of panties, fringed with lace, hanging the frilly red silk upon the doorknob and lifting a hand to her lips, to blow a kiss. Before the door swung closed, Maya saw a huge bear of a man rise from the bar to follow her, hooking his fingers through his belt. And as the door clicked shut, all that confidence fled. She felt silly Stupid and humiliated and ridiculous , blowing kisses like she was some sex goddess.. or some whore . The girl knew she wasn't either. But the little fire inside her, the sight of that man rising to come and get her, those carried her into the stall on the far right, the one with the duct-taped hole in the wall. Locking the door behind her, she set her bag on the edge of the seat and took out the little webcam, arranging it on top of the tank, looking towards the gloryhole with a perfect angle for the show. Just as she finished, there was the click of shoes against the tile floor and a creak, the sound sending shivers down her spine, of the next stall over being pulled open.