Man in the Booth
The First Candidate
by The Traveling Master
All damn week I couldn’t think about anything else. What the hell would happen Friday? Would he be true to his word?
Was it all in my overactive imagination?
My mind went back and forth between 2 polar opposite: Giddy excitement at the prospect of living out that fantasy... Sure... It was so intoxicating to think that it could be real and not just some erotic story I read online. And on the other hand... I felt incredible fear and shame for actually wanting it to happen.
Was it all in my overactive imagination?
My mind went back and forth between 2 polar opposite: Giddy excitement at the prospect of living out that fantasy... Sure... It was so intoxicating to think that it could be real and not just some erotic story I read online. And on the other hand... I felt incredible fear and shame for actually wanting it to happen.
One thing was for sure; I rubbed myself more than once to the mere idea of it.
To my surprise, I also thought about the man in the booth. Some days, I thought to myself that I was actually lucky he didn’t want more. Other days, I found myself feeling bad for him. Like I wished he would have demanded more out of the deal. And other times, I was scared witless he would actually change his mind and come for me. I would open my door and he would be there. He would take over my mind like he did at the diner and force me to do all kinds of nasty things with him…
Even IF I didn’t like boys that way, I couldn’t deny that I felt aroused by the fact that he would MAKE me do those types of things. Did he implant that desire in my mind? Somehow, I kind of hoped he did… Just a little…
Friday came along and I was actually nervous!
As my lunch break came around, I almost rushed to the diner, only to stand just outside the door as my nerves got the better of me. I laughed out loud and kicked myself before I went in. What was the harm in a little lunch right?
No one was at the booth and I went straight for it. As I sat down, I realized there was a ‘reserved’ sign on it.
“Hello! I was hoping you would show up!” the waitress said as she took the sign away.
“Really? You… huh… Know who I am?” I asked, surprised.
“Of course! I remember you from last week!” she said with a huge smile.
She did? I don’t remember her…
“Oh ok… You worked last Friday? I’m sorry, I don’t remember you.”
“That’s ok! I didn’t work last Friday. New shift… So? Do you want your usual salad? Or something from the lunch specials?”
“Huh… My salad is fine. Thanks.”
She smiled and went towards the kitchen. How the hell did she remember me from last week if she hadn’t worked? How would she know I usually took a salad? With a smile, I realized what was happening. The waitress was probably under the man’s power. He had arranged for her to keep the table free and gave her some information about me.
What else did he tell her? What else was he planning?
The waitress brought me some tea and I sipped it slowly, keeping an eye out. I was about half way through my cup when my eyes caught the sight of a tall brunette girl coming into the restaurant.
'Ouu… She’s pretty hot…’ I thought to myself. 'What if she’s the one? That would be a nice start…’
But sadly, I watched her look around the diner a moment before smiling. She seemed to have found the person she was looking for. I watched her move past me and go to another booth. I kicked myself again for my naughty thoughts. Without realizing it, I had started to lick rim of my cup as I already imagined that beauty on her back…
“Hello! I’m Freya!” said a girl as she sat in the seat across from me.
“Huh… Hello!” I said almost dropping my cup. “I’m sorry… hahahaha Huh… I’m Melanie!”
“I know!” she said as she winked.
“Ok… So you are the girl I’m supposed to meet?” I asked as 2 plates were deposited in front of us. 2 salads I noticed…
“Yep! He sends his regards by the way.” she said as she picked up a fork.
I looked at her and I had to admit, she was pretty damn hot! She had jet-black hair, about shoulder length, and had light brown skin. From what I could see, she had a decent pair of tits on her. But these days, you can’t always trust a pair of breasts in a bra. She looked in shape and had a cute smile.
“Ok…” I said. “So… You know all about this meeting then?”
“Of course! When he called me up and told me I had to meet a girl, I was excited! Usually, he calls me because he needs my other talents.”
“Talents? Oh…” I said, suddenly getting the picture.
“Hahhahaha He told me you would have a little trouble with all this. Asking the right questions and what not… Don’t worry about it, just ask away, we only have this meal to get to know each other. You can ask me anything. ”
“Sure… Ok… huh… He calls you sometimes? To huh…” I said, still trying to wrap my head around it.
“Fuck? Oh yeah… He tries to keep away, but it seems he just can’t get enough.”
“And you don’t mind? That he calls you out of the blue like that?” I asked, a little surprised.
“Not at all… But to be fair,” she said, suddenly leaning forward. “I know he makes me think I don’t.”
“Really? And you don’t mind anyway? Fascinating…”
“Isn’t it?” she said with a smile.
“So if you are here now… I guess it means he thinks we would be a good match. But it looks like you like men so I assume you are bisexual?”
“Through and through. I can also re-assure you that I was bi even before I met him. I dated men and women pretty equally. But if I’m honest, I like women a little more. In a relationship anyway…”
“Wow…” I said, getting more comfortable. “And what about this whole hypnosis thing?”
“Oh I’m so excited! I LOVE it! It’s part of why I get so wet when he makes his booty calls. The sex is great of course, but the hypnotic play… Just exquisite!”
“So you like to be hypnotized?” I asked.
“I do! But to tell the truth… I would LOVE to be on the other end. I keep fantasizing about having my own little hypnotic puppet. He says you are also into that sort of thing?” she asked as she took a bite out of her salad.
As if it was the most natural thing to ask at dinner!
I suddenly felt really shy and embarrassed.
“Maybe… A little…” I said. “I mean… Who wouldn't like that?”
I felt a little bad she HAD to tell me the truth while I could lie to her face.
“Yeah… I can see it does…” she said with a smile. “Listen, if it makes things easier for you, I know I can’t lie to you. He told me I couldn’t. I also know you don’t have to tell the truth to me. I know it’s part of his little game. I’m fine with it so no worries ok?”
“You know? And… It doesn’t bother you?”
“Why should it? I’m meeting a sexy woman for lunch. What more could I ask for?”
“Don’t you find it dangerous?”
“How so?”
“Well… For one thing, I could ask you for your bank account numbers or something.”
She smiled.
“He makes me tell you the truth, yes, but nothing that could be harmful. He’s not into that. Besides… He knew you wouldn’t be interested in that stuff.”
“Wow…”
We got to talking and she was an open book. She worked in real estate and had a pretty active professional life. We discovered we had a lot in common, but mostly, it was all about the sexual stuff.
As much as I found her attractive, her personality seemed a little off to me and her hobbies didn’t line up with mine at all. I could easily imagine exploring the sexual stuff with her, but not much else. A great one night stand as it were, but that would be it.
Our meal ended and she seemed to be waiting. What for I wondered? My next question maybe? If I would close the discussion and ask for her number? Or maybe a polite thank you? She really seemed happy with whichever scenario would unfold. I’ll admit, seeing her like that made things easier for me.
“Listen Freya… This has been a really nice meal and all…”
“But you won’t ask me for my number! I figured as much. I’m sad to say I felt there wasn’t a real connection between us. Beyond the curious arousal of course…” she said as she got some money out. “Here, this should cover both our bills.”
“What? No really! That’s fine!”
“I insist.” she said sternly.
“Ok…” I said meekly.
“I can see we would have fun…” she said, eyeing me from top to bottom. “But… There isn’t any spark… I’m glad we had this talk though and I really hope you find that special someone. Good luck!”
With that, she got up and blew me a kiss before leaving. I watched her leave and I just stayed there, going through our conversation. It was weird in a way… Once the ball got rolling, I felt more at ease with each question and it got real easy to ask her about her most intimate desires. I normally never get so bold in my inquiries, but it was so simple to get caught up in it.
I couldn’t resist and asked her about the sexual stuff he had her do. She wasn’t shy about the details and eventually, I stopped asking simply because I was getting a little too horny for my own good. The power he wielded over her was incredibly erotic. To make her do all those things…
I could imagine myself in her place… Unable to resist as he played with me… I couldn’t resist it anymore and went to the bathroom in a hurry to get myself off. I came hard as I imagined it all, feeling a little guilty I actually needed the release. But then again…
I couldn’t very well be so horny at work!
To my surprise, I also thought about the man in the booth. Some days, I thought to myself that I was actually lucky he didn’t want more. Other days, I found myself feeling bad for him. Like I wished he would have demanded more out of the deal. And other times, I was scared witless he would actually change his mind and come for me. I would open my door and he would be there. He would take over my mind like he did at the diner and force me to do all kinds of nasty things with him…
Even IF I didn’t like boys that way, I couldn’t deny that I felt aroused by the fact that he would MAKE me do those types of things. Did he implant that desire in my mind? Somehow, I kind of hoped he did… Just a little…
Friday came along and I was actually nervous!
As my lunch break came around, I almost rushed to the diner, only to stand just outside the door as my nerves got the better of me. I laughed out loud and kicked myself before I went in. What was the harm in a little lunch right?
No one was at the booth and I went straight for it. As I sat down, I realized there was a ‘reserved’ sign on it.
“Hello! I was hoping you would show up!” the waitress said as she took the sign away.
“Really? You… huh… Know who I am?” I asked, surprised.
“Of course! I remember you from last week!” she said with a huge smile.
She did? I don’t remember her…
“Oh ok… You worked last Friday? I’m sorry, I don’t remember you.”
“That’s ok! I didn’t work last Friday. New shift… So? Do you want your usual salad? Or something from the lunch specials?”
“Huh… My salad is fine. Thanks.”
She smiled and went towards the kitchen. How the hell did she remember me from last week if she hadn’t worked? How would she know I usually took a salad? With a smile, I realized what was happening. The waitress was probably under the man’s power. He had arranged for her to keep the table free and gave her some information about me.
What else did he tell her? What else was he planning?
The waitress brought me some tea and I sipped it slowly, keeping an eye out. I was about half way through my cup when my eyes caught the sight of a tall brunette girl coming into the restaurant.
'Ouu… She’s pretty hot…’ I thought to myself. 'What if she’s the one? That would be a nice start…’
But sadly, I watched her look around the diner a moment before smiling. She seemed to have found the person she was looking for. I watched her move past me and go to another booth. I kicked myself again for my naughty thoughts. Without realizing it, I had started to lick rim of my cup as I already imagined that beauty on her back…
“Hello! I’m Freya!” said a girl as she sat in the seat across from me.
“Huh… Hello!” I said almost dropping my cup. “I’m sorry… hahahaha Huh… I’m Melanie!”
“I know!” she said as she winked.
“Ok… So you are the girl I’m supposed to meet?” I asked as 2 plates were deposited in front of us. 2 salads I noticed…
“Yep! He sends his regards by the way.” she said as she picked up a fork.
I looked at her and I had to admit, she was pretty damn hot! She had jet-black hair, about shoulder length, and had light brown skin. From what I could see, she had a decent pair of tits on her. But these days, you can’t always trust a pair of breasts in a bra. She looked in shape and had a cute smile.
“Ok…” I said. “So… You know all about this meeting then?”
“Of course! When he called me up and told me I had to meet a girl, I was excited! Usually, he calls me because he needs my other talents.”
“Talents? Oh…” I said, suddenly getting the picture.
“Hahhahaha He told me you would have a little trouble with all this. Asking the right questions and what not… Don’t worry about it, just ask away, we only have this meal to get to know each other. You can ask me anything. ”
“Sure… Ok… huh… He calls you sometimes? To huh…” I said, still trying to wrap my head around it.
“Fuck? Oh yeah… He tries to keep away, but it seems he just can’t get enough.”
“And you don’t mind? That he calls you out of the blue like that?” I asked, a little surprised.
“Not at all… But to be fair,” she said, suddenly leaning forward. “I know he makes me think I don’t.”
“Really? And you don’t mind anyway? Fascinating…”
“Isn’t it?” she said with a smile.
“So if you are here now… I guess it means he thinks we would be a good match. But it looks like you like men so I assume you are bisexual?”
“Through and through. I can also re-assure you that I was bi even before I met him. I dated men and women pretty equally. But if I’m honest, I like women a little more. In a relationship anyway…”
“Wow…” I said, getting more comfortable. “And what about this whole hypnosis thing?”
“Oh I’m so excited! I LOVE it! It’s part of why I get so wet when he makes his booty calls. The sex is great of course, but the hypnotic play… Just exquisite!”
“So you like to be hypnotized?” I asked.
“I do! But to tell the truth… I would LOVE to be on the other end. I keep fantasizing about having my own little hypnotic puppet. He says you are also into that sort of thing?” she asked as she took a bite out of her salad.
As if it was the most natural thing to ask at dinner!
I suddenly felt really shy and embarrassed.
“Maybe… A little…” I said. “I mean… Who wouldn't like that?”
I felt a little bad she HAD to tell me the truth while I could lie to her face.
“Yeah… I can see it does…” she said with a smile. “Listen, if it makes things easier for you, I know I can’t lie to you. He told me I couldn’t. I also know you don’t have to tell the truth to me. I know it’s part of his little game. I’m fine with it so no worries ok?”
“You know? And… It doesn’t bother you?”
“Why should it? I’m meeting a sexy woman for lunch. What more could I ask for?”
“Don’t you find it dangerous?”
“How so?”
“Well… For one thing, I could ask you for your bank account numbers or something.”
She smiled.
“He makes me tell you the truth, yes, but nothing that could be harmful. He’s not into that. Besides… He knew you wouldn’t be interested in that stuff.”
“Wow…”
We got to talking and she was an open book. She worked in real estate and had a pretty active professional life. We discovered we had a lot in common, but mostly, it was all about the sexual stuff.
As much as I found her attractive, her personality seemed a little off to me and her hobbies didn’t line up with mine at all. I could easily imagine exploring the sexual stuff with her, but not much else. A great one night stand as it were, but that would be it.
Our meal ended and she seemed to be waiting. What for I wondered? My next question maybe? If I would close the discussion and ask for her number? Or maybe a polite thank you? She really seemed happy with whichever scenario would unfold. I’ll admit, seeing her like that made things easier for me.
“Listen Freya… This has been a really nice meal and all…”
“But you won’t ask me for my number! I figured as much. I’m sad to say I felt there wasn’t a real connection between us. Beyond the curious arousal of course…” she said as she got some money out. “Here, this should cover both our bills.”
“What? No really! That’s fine!”
“I insist.” she said sternly.
“Ok…” I said meekly.
“I can see we would have fun…” she said, eyeing me from top to bottom. “But… There isn’t any spark… I’m glad we had this talk though and I really hope you find that special someone. Good luck!”
With that, she got up and blew me a kiss before leaving. I watched her leave and I just stayed there, going through our conversation. It was weird in a way… Once the ball got rolling, I felt more at ease with each question and it got real easy to ask her about her most intimate desires. I normally never get so bold in my inquiries, but it was so simple to get caught up in it.
I couldn’t resist and asked her about the sexual stuff he had her do. She wasn’t shy about the details and eventually, I stopped asking simply because I was getting a little too horny for my own good. The power he wielded over her was incredibly erotic. To make her do all those things…
I could imagine myself in her place… Unable to resist as he played with me… I couldn’t resist it anymore and went to the bathroom in a hurry to get myself off. I came hard as I imagined it all, feeling a little guilty I actually needed the release. But then again…
I couldn’t very well be so horny at work!