Maybe the studio lights were hot. Maybe the basque was tight andthe shoes didn't fit properly. But she bore it, because she was aprofessional and sh... knew how to do her job properly. To imagine myselfinto her life I even tried to imitate her poses, under my bedclothes. Iwent on all fours, stretched my head up and stuck my chest out or lookedcoyly over my shoulder, while licking a finger. Or I writhed on my backwith my legs in the air. I fondled my own chubby chest, while trying toimagine. On seeing me after coming out of the front door of the restaurant, he just stopped and I could see his eyeballs popping out of the eye socket. He was wearing a black blazer, formal shoes and with a clean shaved smart face.On approaching me he gave a nervous smile which I responded back with a smile.Ankit: “Hiiii, Geetha”.Me: “Hi”.He extended his hands and we shook our hands firmly (I could feel a slight shiver in his hands). He then tensely came close to me and gave a gentle edgy hug (I could. I instinctively knew I had been sedated. Mymind was slow but I could still think, I frantically looked around to geta feel for my environment. It was a small room, no windows, just the bedthat I was lying in. The single door was smooth with no handle, onlyopening from the other side I figured. I looked down at the bed, it wasjust a futon mattress on the floor. Maybe I could use it as a shield toplow the person who entered down. I tried to stand but could not supportmy own weight, I collapsed. Then we went back to the table and she made some excuse to her daughter and said she had to go now for a few minutes and asked me to go with her. There was no problem that she was asking such a thing because I would usually help her mom about doing some work, when she was in need.So we went out to the street and got into the car. She drove to the back of the street where it was dark and no lights, parked and we got out and she told me she was ready. She took off her panties, got in the back.