Do You Trust Me?

The maid directed him to it. "No, I'm sorry, sir, you see?" She indicated to him it had in fact expired. "One hour."

It was getting dark, but the streetlights had popped on, and he could still make out the "expired" status on the meter. Oh, geez, how do ya like that, he thought to himself. Well, that's just friggin' great; something really good happens that I've been waiting so long for, and then this. But still, again, I could have sworn...

He sighed. "How much is the ticket?"

"Sixty dollars."

"Sixty DOL—" Unbelievable, he repeated to himself, this time in disgust.

Veronica noticed what was going on and got back out of the car. "Uh, ma'am?" she addressed her. "Could I have a word with you?"

She took the maid aside for a few moments. Phil couldn't hear what they were saying, but after a little bit he thought he noticed the maid raise her head with a different expression on her face. What exactly was happening now, he wasn't sure, but another moment later, they returned to him. The meter maid now looked a lot friendlier.

"Okay, sir, I...think I can let you off the hook—this time," she amended, to Phil's visible astonishment. "Just don't let it happen again. Drive safely," she called, heading in the opposite direction.

Whoa! Phil whipped back around to Veronica. "Oh my God, that was amazing!" he said. "How'd you do that?"

"Oh, I...have a way with people," she coyly shrugged as they got back in the car.

"Well, yeah, I'll say!" he concurred. "What'd you say to her?"

"Ah, really, it was nothing Earth-shattering," she said modestly. "You just have to know how to deal with certain folks."

"Gosh," he said, shaking his head. "Well, tell me, how can I thank you?"

Veronica smiled.

"Oh, I'm...sure we can figure something out."

***

October 30th, 7:38 p.m.

Veronica finished directing Phil to her house and he parked. Getting out, he noted just how dim the house was inside and out. Well, clearly, he reasoned, why would she leave her lights on when she's not home, but even so, in comparison to the other houses around, it still gave off sort of a dark feel.

She took him inside. When she flipped on the first switch, Phil was again a little taken aback by just how little light it actually offered. It didn't become very bright inside. At all. He could make out where things were, but the wattage was comparable to that of a lava lamp. The design and décor also surprised him a little. It mirrored the aura he'd gotten from the exterior of the house as they arrived. He didn't know much about architecture, but he was picking up something of a gothic vibe from it.

He turned back to Veronica, who smiled at him.

"Well, this is a beautiful place," he said. He was being honest and truthful, though he wasn't sure if he'd particularly call it "classically" beautiful. "Exotically," maybe.

"Thank you!" she said brightly. He took a second to reabsorb her cheerful pulchritude. If he were to be more honest, her blonde hair, blue eyes, red dress, peach skin and radiant personality all seemed rather sunny and lively—in stark contrast to the atmosphere of her house, anyway. But the last thing he wanted to do was criticize. Instead, he innocuously asked—

"Could we maybe...get some more light in here?"

"Oh, of course!" she said, gladly honoring his request. "And go ahead, sit wherever you like. Get comfy! Make yourself at home!"

They removed their shoes. Veronica also relieved Phil of his jacket and tie—and his socks, just to make him extra relaxed. He unbuttoned the top button on his shirt and aired out his sleeves. They perched together on the sofa, resuming their conversation, now without the impairment of the bar noise.

Phil was still very much enjoying this evening. He was beginning to really like her. A lot. She was a fascinating conversationalist (and person in general), she had a delightful (and borderline naughty) sense of humor, and she laughed at his little joke attempts—his courting skills were minimal at best, but she made things easy on him. She told him not to worry, it was going just fine.

"Wow, are you sure you're not married?" he asked her with a chuckle.

They giggled together. He started to loosen up, but as he loosened up a little too much, he ran into a bit of an awkward moment.

She was in the middle of telling him an amusing anecdote when she noticed his eyes were wandering. It was absentminded, and he was listening to her, he'd just inadvertently focused in on a particular section of Veronica's bodily eye candy. She noticed.

"Are you staring at my breasts?"

Startled, he immediately brought his guilty gaze back up to her face. She seemed neither happy nor angry about it.

"Uh..." he stalled, "I...um..."

"I mean, I'm not necessarily saying that's not cool, I'd just like to know," she clarified.

"I'm, uh...I'm sorry," he apologized, turning his eyes to the floor. "I guess I was...I guess, it seemed like there was a lot of cleavage going on there, and, uh..." He winced. "...that's even worse, isn't it?"

"Not necessarily," she repeated. "You're a normal human being, you have urges and tendencies. The same with me. So, I mean, if you wanna undo a few more of your shirt buttons for me, I think then we'd be even."

Phil looked back up at her. She was smirking suggestively. Was she asking him to start getting undressed for her?

But just the shirt buttons, he reminded himself. "Well, if that'll make everything cool," he acquiesced sheepishly, doing so to grant her a peek at his own chest.

So Veronica continued with her funny little story she was telling, as did their friendly gabbing. At least until the next time his eyes slid down a foot from her face. This time he eventually noticed himself and covered his eyes with a shake of the head.

"God, I'm sorry," he reiterated. "I-I just...I dunno. I'll be damned if I know why I keep staring at them."

"Phil, I'm telling you, I don't really mind so much," Veronica insisted, "I told you before, it's a natural adult human impulse. And if it makes you feel guilty, you can unbutton the rest of your shirt for me. I understand you're curious about my body, and to tell you the truth, I'm curious about yours too. Hell, if you want to take off your shirt completely, you can look at my boobs all night."

He chuckled in embarrassment. He settled for revealing the rest of his chest and stomach for now.

"You still seem a little on edge," she remarked.

"Well, kinda, yeah," he agreed. "I mean, this all seems...just...surreal to me. Believe it or not, I've never had a really serious steady relationship. I've gone on dates, but nothing's really ever come of 'em."

"No kidding?"

"Yeah, really. I mean, you're just...look at you, you're gorgeous, and...not that I'm a forest troll or anything myself..." he mused, "But I guess I just never expected to even meet someone like you, let alone be asked to your place."

Veronica chuckled. "Well, thank you, Phil, that's really sweet. But you know, you don't have to feel intimidated, or inferior to me—if that's what's going through your mind. And you don't have to try to be any greater than you are, or try to impress me either. I asked you to come home with me 'cause I wanted to get to know you more. And because you're handsome."

Phil was very charmed by her indeed. He smiled, taking and holding her hand.

"You really think I'm handsome?"

"Yeah," she confirmed, rubbing his cheek. "You have a lovely masculinity about your face and body, and you're easy on the eyes."

Phil felt himself warming up at her touch. Wow, so this is what it feels like to have someone interested in me. He'd harbored plenty of interest in plenty of women in his life, but having a little of it thrown back his way, now that was novel.

"Can I fix you some breakfast?"

"Sorry?"

"Dinner?" she corrected herself immediately. "Can I fix you some dinner?"

***

October 30th, 9:14 p.m.

Bellies full, they resumed chatting it up and flirting on the couch, still holding hands. Phil could barely believe how much he seemed to like this girl, and she him. Things just continued and continued to progress more swimmingly than he could've imagined. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt like this. When he wasn't talking, he just smiled tenderly at her.

As the night wore on and on, Veronica inched herself gradually closer to him. "Phil...let me ask you something," she uttered, smoothing her palm over him inside his still-open shirt and fondling his chest hair.

"Do you trust me?"

He stopped smiling. "...Why?"

She laughed good-naturedly. "Oh, nothing. I didn't mean anything like that. I'm just asking, based on how much you know me so far...do you trust me?"

He shrugged. "Well, I...I guess so, yeah. I trust you."

Her own lips curled up into a lovely grin that was both playful and sexy at the same time. She kissed him. A warm rush settled over him as her velvety lips pressed into his. Her hands slipped inside his shirt and rested on his sides. He returned the gesture.

Keeping their lips in contact, Veronica pulled Phil still closer to her, as they slumped together against the back of the couch. Her hands slid up his torso until reaching his shoulders, where they began pushing his shirt the rest of the way off. Now very excited, Phil eagerly pulled his arms out of the sleeves and whipped the shirt off, letting it drop to the floor. Veronica surreptitiously slid her foot along the carpet until she found Phil's tie where it'd dropped on the floor. She picked it up with her toes, transferred it to her hand and stuffed it down her dress between her boobs, keeping the passion of the kiss flowing to occupy him. With the other hand she caressed his now naked back and shoulders. A few moments later, tie now securely concealed in her tits, they broke from the kiss.

Opening her smoky, persuasive eyes, Veronica murmured, "Then come with me, please."

They rose from the couch and she led him by the hand to a different room in her house. When she brought him inside and flipped on the light, Phil looked around to see a large desk in the middle of the room, occupied by some electronic devices, a hundred different pens, pencils, brushes and other writing/drawing implements, an inkwell, a dozen different varieties of paper in a dozen different sizes, and a huge bookshelf to the side, overstuffed with so many books some of them were piled on the floor.

"Ah...so where are we?" he asked.

"Welcome to my study-slash-office," said Veronica, silently shutting the door behind them. "Where I do all my work." She slipped her arm around him, gazing up into his face, permeating the air with her irresistible seduction. She leaned to his ear to repetitively whisper, "ALL...my work."

For just a moment Phil wasn't too sure what she meant by this. Then he thought he knew, but didn't totally understand. There was no longer any need to be confused in the next few minutes, though, as Veronica took his hands and again asked him, "You said you trusted me, Phil, yes?"

He nodded, curious as to why this kept coming up... "Yeah...?"

Smile. "Then do just that," said Veronica, soft and low. She pulled out the chair from the middle of the desk and positioned him in its place, right under one of the fixtures on the eight-foot-high ceiling. Holding on to his right wrist with her left hand, she whipped out his tie from her breasts, took his left wrist, crossed one of the other, and started binding them together with the tie.

Unaware what was going on but not suspecting anything in particular just yet, Phil asked, "Um...what's...the deal?"

"Oh, you're gonna see, in just a minute..." said Veronica. She stood atop the chair and brought his arms up. "Now please stand on your tippy-toes for me, Phil..."

With her holding onto him now, there wasn't much point in trying to go anywhere, so he did as she said.

"There's a good fellow. Now don't worry your pretty little head about this..." she went on, tugging on the tie till she got just all the slack she needed, double-knotting the other end to the ceiling fixture. "This is extra sturdy. You can't do anything to break it."

Satisfied he was secured, she lowered herself back to the floor.

"Are we doing something kinda kinky?" he guessed, a tiny bit weirded-out, yet undeniably excited by her initiative.

"Mm, you might say that," she replied, a little unsettlingly, caressing his torso. The next thing she did was unbutton and unzip his trousers. His expression intensified, but he didn't attempt to stop her in any way. There wasn't any point for Veronica to hold back at this point. Once they were unzipped, she reached around the back, took hold of both the pants and underwear, and shoop! He was instantly naked in front of her. Phil was very startled, but definitely not turned off, not in the least.

"And, step out of 'em, please," she requested. Again, he obeyed, and she tossed them on an unoccupied area of her desk. Her next stop was the bookshelves, where she moved a few books to reveal a couple sets of fuzzy, oversized handcuffs. Returning to Phil's right, she knelt on the floor beside him.

"Leg, s'ilvous plaît." She secured his right leg to the desk at the ankle. She crossed around him and did the same with his left. Once she was done, she took a step back and smiled. "Beautiful," she commented. She glanced down to see him beginning to react to the kinkiness. Ooh, how flattering, she thought. He likes me. And he likes me too.

"Now, Phil, at this point I have to ask you again...do you still trust me?"

He wasn't totally sure anymore. "Why exactly do you keep asking?" he asked, a little timidly.

She slipped her arms around his sides and looked up into his eyes with an expression cleverly disguised as benevolence. "Because if you still do..." she explained, her lips curling up, "Then I must be even more cunning than I thought."

Phil's eyes widened a little. His eyebrows rose. "...Huh?"

"Well, either that, or you really are overly trusting. And innocent, and naïve. But it's okay, sweetheart; that's very endearing."

Eh...ruh-roh, he thought. "...What do you mean, Veronica?"

"Phil, I have a confession to make," she told him, hands roaming to his shoulders. "Remember that meter maid who stopped you when we got to your car tonight?"

"Yeah..."

"Well...you were right. You didn't go over the limit."

"I'm...sorry?"

"She's a friend of mine."

"What?"

"Yeah...we, uh...kinda set the whole thing up."

"Wha...you mean she's not a real meter maid?"

"Oh, no, she's definitely a real meter maid. We wouldn't have been able to pull this off if she wasn't. You know when I said I needed to go to the ladies' room and then we could go? I was in there for a while, right? Well, when I was in there I gave her a call. We usually keep an eye out for all the cute guys who come into the bar, so we spotted your car, and I told her to open the parking meter where you parked, and turn it to the 'expired' position."

"What??"

"...Yyyyyyeah...so..." she hesitated, feigning embarrassment, "...y'see, you weren't crazy or anything. You still had time on there."

"But h—..." Phil was trying to process this. "But...w—...why would you do that?"

"Well, so I could come to your rescue, and get you out of the ticket and earn your trust, my dear."

He was trying to put it all together in his mind. "So...you...deceived me...in order to...gain my trust?"

She nodded. "Mm-hm! And as you see, it worked perfectly!"

"Bu—..." he reflexively struggled with the bonds, even though he knew he couldn't go anywhere. He was about to ask her why she would think he wouldn't trust her, but he was beginning to figure that out. "S—...so what is this, you're just...kidnapping me?"

"Well...essentially, yeah, that's one way of putting it," cooed Veronica, stroking her way down his midsection and petting his bush. "But only perhaps temporarily."

"'Perhaps only temporarily'?"

"Right. Allow me to enlighten you as to what we're gonna do here, Phil," said Veronica with a sweet smirk on her face. "We're gonna play a little game. It's fun; you're gonna like it." She held her hands behind her back for the moment and rocked back and forth on her heels, her sweet smirk graduating to a saccharine smile. "Wanna hear the rules?"

His face was now a little scared and nervous. "Um...do I have a choice?"

She chuckled. "That's a good point. Not really you don't, no.

"Okay, it's really pretty simple," she explained. "It's a bet. Right now it's..." She checked the time. "...exactly 11:00. Now, Phil, honey, I'm gonna start teasing you...y'know, 'down there'...and, I'm gonna bet you...that I can make you come..." She paused for effect, looking slyly down at his twitching cock, reacting to the saucy way she was laying it all out, and especially the way she said, "come." Phil's eyes widened again. "...and I mean really come..." It reacted again. "...full-fledged orgasm...by midnight. Here..."

She moved her digital desk clock to the bookcases where he could clearly see the glowing numbers.

"But the twist is..." she went on, returning to the desk to retrieve one particular item, "...I have to make you come..." His cock was already a little more than half-erect as she ambled back to him. "...using nothing but this."

She held up her little prop she'd fetched from the desk to show him: a feather quill. His body became both stimulated and intimidated at the sight.

Veronica smiled, letting the feather blade glide down his face to his neck and continue on its way. "And, eh..." she went on, "As to the results...if I win—i.e., force you to come, in the next fifty-nine minutes..." She leaned up to whisper the rest in his ear.

"I get to keep you as my sex slave."

Phil whipped his face in her direction in a mixture of fright and intense arousal. Her shady smile was helping his penis the rest of the way to a full erection on its own.

"Uh..." he said with a gulp, "And what, um...what happens if...?"

"I'm so glad you asked. If I can't make you come by midnight with my little friend here..." said Veronica, wiggling the feather, "...or, if I have to use my hand or mouth or anything else to do it...then you get to keep me as your sex slave."

Phil's heart starting pounding through his chest. "...Really?" he asked, both skeptic and fascinated.

"Well, if you see fit. Actually, Phil, if you win, you can have absolutely anything you want from me. Literally, anything your innocent heart desires. That, my lovely gent, is the bet," confirmed Veronica. She stood up on the chair again. "So, is it a deal?"

Without waiting for him to say anything, she took one of his tied hands and shook it. "Good!"

She giggled and hopped back down off the chair again. He was looking at her with a "Come on, that's not fair" expression. But he rather doubted a mere feather had the power to suck an entire orgasm out of him. Still, Veronica was grinning with satisfaction.

"All right, big guy," she purred, leering at him as she twirled the feather, "Let's see how much you can take."

And so it began. She swirled, stroked, waved and slid the feather from the head, slowly to the bottom, culling an initial, raspy "Oh, God," out of Phil, his head going back till he could see his hands in the ceiling fixture. He could already hear her chuckling.

He felt the overwhelming sensation ride up and down his shaft, back and forth, up and down, over and over, giving the balls their share of equal attention. It would seem he'd underestimated this feather. He reflexively pulled on his tie and the cuffs. After three minutes, it was already driving him crazy. This was a four-inch feather, it barely weighed two ounces, and it was making him insane. After another minute, he was begging her to stop so he could catch his breath.