Chapter 0 - Miss Evie Swipes Right

In her car, Evie checked her makeup, applying one more coat of “call-girl red” to her lips. Over the years she’d found that men could never resist her mouth with that shade on.
Before getting out she checked over her body again. She’d mercilessly scrubbed with sugar before leaving, shaved from every angle. She immediately frowned at the teddy she had on. The silky material felt wonderful against her skin, but it was not nearly as sexy as she wanted. All of her really fun clothes were still in storage. This would have to do, but maybe she could make it just a bit more enticing. 
With a tug of the top hem, she pulled out her breasts, letting the material give her a little extra lift. Not good enough, she thought, and raised the tips of her thumbs and forefingers to her tongue where she wet them. Taking both nipples between her fingertips, she leaned back in her seat and started to roll the pink flesh over and over, enticing the blood to rush to them so that they grew hard. Her lips parted and she allowed herself a gasp of delight. 
By the time she got to the hotel room, Evie’s pussy was aching for strange cock. No sooner had her online date closed the door than her trench coat hit the floor, revealing her baby doll, thong, and fishnet stockings; an act she almost immediately regretted. 
He smiled deviously at her, his eyes flicking to the side. Standing atop a tripod was a video camera pointed right at her, the small red light flashing away, as if winking “hello” to her exposed breasts. 
“What’s that for?” she asked pretending she’d never made porn with her lovers before, which was partially true,… she’d never done it on a first date. Then again, this wasn’t really a date, was it? “You didn’t say anything about cameras.”
“You said you wanted to be dominated by a stranger. The last thing I need is to give you what you asked for just to end up having the cops come pounding on my door with allegations that I raped someone.” He looked at the door purposefully. “You can always leave if it makes you uncomfortable.” He said it so forcefully that it felt like a command, one that she almost followed. Before she could gather up the tatters of her dignity lying on the floor and flee the situation, she found herself ensnared by his dark eyes. It wasn’t so much a trance because he wasn’t looking into her eyes. Instead, he was looking at her, appraising her.
Subconsciously, she sucked in on her tummy, pressed her breasts out, and pouted her lip as he assessed. His smoldering eyes traced along her body like searching fingertips, pausing at her nipples, then again at the junction of her thighs. Suddenly she became quite aware of the mound of her pussy framed in by crotchless panties, the nearly frosty hotel air conditioner air licking across her exposed lips. Lips that she’d already gotten glistening wet. Lips that were also exposed to a stranger’s running camera.
The responsible teacher in her pleaded with her to demand the memory card and then stomp out in a huff after giving him a good piece of her mind. But the cock starved slut in her said that the only person that would be making any demands that night would be this mysteriously confident man and that she would happily perform any command given to her. 
Both sides of her personality fought back and forth as he continued his appraisal. Once finished with her front, he gave her a smirk that made her pussy tremble. With a lean of his head he peered as if able to look around her. The slut in her took it as an order and she turned for him, making sure to tilt her ass up as she did. 
The act of obedience was immediately rewarded with a low, “mmmm.”
That’s when another flashing light caught her eye. Off to the side, by the bed sat another camera. Oh God, what am I doing here? The schoolmarm chided. I can just see the news now, ‘Local school teacher caught having sex with strangers in new viral video.’ 
As if reading her mind, she heard his voice come from behind, closer now. “Yes, there are two more cameras running. Like I said, if you don’t like it, leave. You can have a copy if you like, and if they show up anywhere you can sue me for everything I have.” His breath came heavy on her neck. He was nearly on top of her. “But something tells me you’ll cum harder knowing that they’re on.”
She gasped, half wanting him to make the decision for her, throwing her onto the bed and fucking her into submission. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you already, you dumb slut. You sent him nudes for Christ’s sake.
She felt the weight of his presence as he leaned in over her shoulder, hot air kissing her earlobe as he passed to be even with her. “Now either pick up your shit and go, or get what you came here for.”
The schoolmarm inside her desperately clutched to a moan, not wanting to give up anything else, not until she could be certain. Don’t moan. Don’t let him know. If he knows it’s all over, she pleaded with herself. But she was so focused on grasping onto the moan that she lost track of other things. Rather than moaning, it escaped as a squeak when she realized that her inner slut had slowly arched her back, until her ass pressed firmly against the stranger. “Yes please,” she breathed. 
His right hand slithered around her waist, up her midline, and across to her opposite breast. Three fingers cupped it; supporting the prize the way Adam must have held the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden just before plucking it from the branch. Not to be left out, his index finger flicked slowly, back and forth, across her nipple like a serpent’s tongue tasting the air. 
Perhaps enticed by the sugar scrub she’d given herself before leaving, the forefinger and thumb bit down on her nipple and twisted until it was she that hissed. A serpentine, undulation took hold of her hips and back so that her ass, cheeks pressing in on either side of his bulge, started to stroke him through his thin slacks.
The motion brought forth his first sound of approval, a low “mmm” that sent tingles through her body as it reverberated through his chest and into her. 






