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Short Story: The Playroom

The city skyline stretched out before them, lights flickering like artificial stars, most attached to anonymous personalities going about their lives.

Her long black evening dress hugged every inch of her tall immaculate body. She had her back to him, standing in front of his desk, serenely taking in the vast city scape, her beauty enhanced by the shadows thrown from the meagre light of the moon. The cool night and the expectation of what was to come had her shivering with anticipation. This wasn’t her. She didn’t do things like this, with people like him. But she was going to. And that made her feel alive.

He lounged behind her, scotch in hand, his face shrouded in darkness, watching as she slowly and deliberately spread her legs, and bent over resting her face submissively on his desk. Reaching behind her, she lightly began sliding the soft material of her evening gown up her legs, her diamond ring and bracelet seeming to create light where previously there was only darkness.

As the hem slowly rose, it revealed dangerously high heels, slim dancers legs and her breathtaking behind, completely underwear free. Time stood still.

“Master?” she whispered.

In the darkness the man smiled a knowing grin, she was his……..

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