I did look different, and I hope I looked like I wanted to be taken. I wanted that so bad.Holly was waiting and immediately started telling me, "Don't...emphasize moving your tits. Let them sway on their own, and with as much as you have, that will be no problem. They will be much more alluring that way. When you sit, do not cross your legs. With your knees together, point them at your target. Reach for things letting your legs drift apart. If you catch him looking up your skirt, look at. He did acknowledge my expertise at cutting the inlays and several times used them on his work and I generated a goodly part of the income for the firm. I received a regular wage now but I had a growing resentment of him being my master and having such control over my affairs. He could, and did, demand sex whenever he wished and I had no option but to comply otherwise it was a spanking and then the sex. It also seemed that he was getting all the kudos for the work I did. The bills went out on. " Oh sorry...you just gave me a lot to think about," I replied, stilltrying to get my head around what he had just suggested.Davis was my friend and perhaps more importantly the publisher of mywork. Not many people knew that I was the writer of the 'Lucy Chambers'series of erotic novels. The books were the ongoing story of a curious,young red headed reporter as she chased a story and often indulged in hersubmissive desires with the men she meets. This would also usuallyinclude a damsel in. Rick nudged me when we spotted this distinguished looking gentleman in a grey suit sitting at the bar. He reeked of money. Rick whispered a plan to me. I smiled at him, it was a great idea! We made it look like we were getting in a fight at the table and Rick yelled at me and I slapped his face.I walked up to the bar and sat near the guy in the grey suit. He asked me if everything was alright. I feigned a few tears and looked up at him and said things will be better now as I gently touched his.