Transforming Genevieve Chapter Two Part One - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Two Part One

... muscular, and I let my hand linger there for a moment, enjoying his reaction to my caress.

Kevin looked down at my hand resting on his thigh, or perhaps he was looking down at the silk-covered thigh that was seductively exposed below the short hemline of my dress. In either case, what he saw brought a smile to his lips.

"I've not seen you here before,” he said.

"I've never been here before," I responded.

"So, what brings you to my little watering hole, Genevieve?" Kevin asked.

"This is your place?" I asked.

He laughed and said, "No, but I have spent enough cash here to own it."

I smiled and asked him, "So, what line of work are you in?"

"I'm an investment counselor," Kevin responded. "How about you, Genevieve? Besides looking incredible, what do you do?"

"Thank you for the kind compliment, Kevin," I said, avoiding his question about my line of work. I wanted him to think I was a high-priced call girl, so I questioned him in a way that would lead our conversation in that direction.

"So, do you charge by the hour like an attorney for your services?" I asked.

Kevin smiled and said, "No, I work strictly on commission."

I grinned at him as he asked, "Do you charge by the hour?”

I again slid my hand to his thigh and, this time, gave him a gentle squeeze before I said, "Oh no, an hour is never long enough."

Kevin turned more toward me and leaned close to my ear.

"So, Genevieve, if I wanted to use your services until tomorrow morning, ...

... what would it cost me?" he whispered.

Playing along with him, I said, "How much would you be willing to give me?"

He leaned against the back of his stool and said, "Are you a cop, Genevieve?"

I laughed out loud and replied, "Of course not! And I'm not what you think I am either.”

He got a very puzzled look on his face before he said, "You're not a hooker?"

I laughed again and said, "No, I'm a doctor of English Literature."

He blushed noticeably and said, "Oh my god, Genevieve, I'm so sorry!"

I had accomplished exactly what I wanted. Kevin had taken me for a high-priced whore. Now, it was time to move in for the kill.

"Kevin, I wanted you to think I was a whore." I said.

He looked even more puzzled and said, "Why would you want me to think that?"

I leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Because later tonight, I want you to use me like I'm your whore."

His puzzled expression turned instantly to one of pure lust. It was as if his ears were lying to his brain. I'd just told him I wanted to be treated like his whore, and I was sure his mind was racing with images of what the night held for him.

I lifted my leg and ran my stiletto along his leg. As he glanced down, the hem of my dress slid up, exposing not only the lacy top of my silk stocking but also a few inches of creamy white skin. He smiled and placed his hand on my thigh. He moved it slowly toward the exposed flesh until his fingertips touched my skin. A shiver of excitement ran up my spine, ...