The Uber was just pulling up as we stepped out of the front door to the hotel. I waited as she slid across the back seat, feeling my eyes peruse her l...gs from heel to mid-thigh.I followed her into the back seat. The conversation to the restaurant was light with several pauses, my right hand laid across the back of the seat, left itching to be anywhere but on my lap as the dim light of day started to fade. As we pulled up to the restaurant, I asked the driver "Can you pick us up at 11?” my hand. “All you did was ... handle me. We didn’t have sex. You couldn’t have transferred your power to me.”She threw the bit of toilet paper in the trash, stood up and flushed. “I told you Seth, any sexual energy would do it.”“I thought you were talking about the initiation,” I said watching her. “Not some kind of power transfer.”She shook her head. “I don’t understand. How can you be so worried about whether I still have power or not while you keep denying what you are?”I stood there staring at her.. As I did that day. That day you smiled and watched as I slipped my foot out of my shoe, leant down and twisted the heel carefully to release it. My eyes meeting yours, again. And again. You will come over to me as I slip my foot back in my shoe, smile and say, ‘Typical, isn’t it?’ I will smile back and say, ‘Isn’t it just?’ You will ask me if I am expecting anyone. When I say no, you will ask if you can join me. We will begin to talk again. It will be easy, comfortable, the rich consistency. The only light you see is that of one little candle so that we can only make out the shapes of our bodies. Softly I start to wash you, your back and chest, over your ass and pussy, down your legs. You feel the bubbles glide down you chest and they feel like fingers massaging you. Sliding my body up and down yours like a sponge you feel my cock hard against your smooth wet body. Rubbing against it, touching it, trying to resist you but I can not any longer and I attack gentle but forceful enough.