Thread: The indecent Challenge. {Skittish Butterfly, n' ForeverMischievous}

Everything about her, screamed that she didn't want this. That much was obvious. But why she didn't, wasn't as obvious to everyone. But Erick had a good feeling about it. Because she knew, deep down inside, a part of her she tried never to listen to, that she was meant to follow orders. To be pampered. And then, there was the side she showed. The side, that desperately wanted to be a strong career woman. The kind, that didn't take no for an answer, and who rushed her way through arguments. Just like her father, but the female kind. And that side, made her feel proud. As if the silent voice, in the back of her head, that kept bowing to her father and doing what it was told, didn't exist. But in Erick's mind, no one could live, purely through their facade. It would only end up destroying them. Fairly certain of himself, he'd win this bet, and humiliate the girl her facade showed, whilst bringing out the tiny, submissive voice inside her. On their way down the elevator, Erick remained silent, when not spoken to. He still knew his place, and that he wasn't able to tell her down in any way. Not just yet. His cold eyes, staring out in front of himself, with both hands folded around the knob atop the cane. All until he was spoken to. Those spiteful words, only causing a small gentle smile on his lips. He let her finish, and waited for the elevators dinging clock, letting his eyes fall down upon the woman, as he held the elevator, letting her leave first. Now, who is making it a 'me' thing? He questioned the last bit of her realisation. As if all of this, was about her position as the, possibly soon to be, Governor's daughter. Which was entirely false. Had a woman, living in a trailer park peaked his interest the way she did, he would've given her the same challenge. This wasn't what he'd expected from today, but she made it much more interesting then initially expected. The lobby was almost empty, except several men and women, wearing black suits and a headphone in one ear, obviously someones security. Somehow, the lobby had been emptied of journalists and camera's, through someones influence. Erick let his booming voice, sound again. You so desperately paint a picture of me, as the worst lying, indecent and horrific man alive, without opening the possibility of a decent man. He started, gazing down to her again, his right hand letting the white cane give gentle clicking sounds against the marble floor. You would make a very decent politician one day, miss Vandermouse. As blind, and career bent, as the rest of them. He added a taunt, leading them on their way towards the exit, a long limousine waiting outside. With a wave of his hand, the driver stepped away from one of the rear doors, and made his way towards the drives seat, without opening the door. I can't possibly expect you to trust me, considering how bent you are on becoming either a journalist or a politician, so what use would any more promises have? He first questioned, making sure he made it to the car first, opening the door for her, standing aside to let her in first. But I'll do so anyway. Because I believe in trust. I am going to give up my position as producer of erotic BDSM movies. If you win this challenge. He reversed the same promise again, waiting for her to enter. But. I might add, that the business won't end with me, miss Vandermouse. With me out, there's plenty other producers in line, just skulking to pick up the abused and less fortunate, you so fanatically proclaim I star in my movies.