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Elizabeth is at the peak of her career. At only 30 she was just recently promoted to branch manager of one of Citibank's busiest branches in Dallas. Everything is going well for her. She is financially independent, healthy, young, and attractive. She just recently broke up with her boy- friend, she knew that dozens of men were more than willing to take his place. Her b-cup breasts did not attract that much attention, but the rest of her body did. She is 5'6", with long blonde hair and petite with a nicely proportioned slender body. At the gym and at work people can't take their eyes off her long shapely thighs and calves. I sit on the board of directors of the bank and the CEO is a good friend of mine. Elizabeth's promotion was because of my recommendation. The district manager and I went to the bank and I was introduced to Elizabeth. I congradulated her on the promotion, I asked her out to celebrate. I seemed different. I seemed . . .darker. I started normally, with my usual casual demeanor. When I picked her up, I was dressed immaculately. My black suit is professionally pressed, with a matching vest and a high spread collared white shirt and baby blue tie. My movements are smooth, almost practiced as I opened the car door, maneuvered it across town to the restaurant. My conversations begin casual, but increase in intensity. As they sat at the table, one across from the other, I would ask pointed questions, each one leading to the next. It wasn't until I'm paying the ...

... check that she notices the look that had taken over my face. It started with my eyes, growing a little darker and beginning to cloud over. The darkness begins to spread away from my eyes, moving over my face and covering my entire being. She is worried that my mood is going to get dangerous. She feels the innate urge to run. The instinctual response to danger, to flee and preserve life is something so deep within her psyche that she almost didn't realize what it is until she feels it rise up within her. There, however is an unexplainable, albeit undeniable hesitance in her that she can't overcome. Along with the sense of danger that is welling up within her, my darkening demeanor is also sending a surge of excitement through her. She has never seen this side of me. As she climbs into the car, she caught a glimpse of my eyes, deep wells that seemed to peer directly into her soul. It is then that she realized. It had just started. When the car pulled up to my home, she made note of the fact that I'm obviously wealthy more than I had let on. The home is very expansive, every room seems to go one for longer than it should. I sat her on a stool and navigated my way around the bar, shedding the jacket, vest, and tie along the way. As I stood behind the bar, I begin pouring two shots of expensive whiskey. She hates whiskey, but for some reason she wants it more than anything. My shirt sleeves are pulled up, revealing a tattoo on my forearm that she has never noticed. My top buttons are ...