Fetish

Date: 18.05.2008

Keywords: Chloe's, Obsession,

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*Entering the Vortex*

From the moment Chloe stepped out of the taxicab in front of the elegant little boutique hotel, it seemed as if every man was looking at her. Men scanning her face; their unabashed, envious gazes roving over her body. Checking out her tits, her ass, and sizing up her smile as if measuring her for a blowjob. Staring at her; leering and undressing her with their eyes. Fantasizing about the ripe, young flesh on display. And on the covered - yet not hidden or concealed - parts of her body. Wanting to get inside the head, and the body, of this dreamgirl who so openly flaunted her sexuality.

Chloe sensed the men"s minds kicking into overdrive, as they raced to think of the perfect pick-up line, even if few would have the courage to actually speak it aloud. Something smooth and sophisticated. A witty and provocative opening, yet one that was not too blatant or crass. None of these men wanted the key to Chloe"s heart. Instead, they all craved a taste of her sinful, to-die-for, mortal flesh. Anything, any excuse to get to speak to her, to know her, to seduce her.

And to fuck her.

Chloe stood motionless on the sidewalk, taking it all in. She absorbed the hot, wicked, and perverted thoughts emanating from the men milling around her like wolves circling their prey. They radiated their intent with a primal intensity, each one"s entire attention riveted on his intended victim.

Chloe reeled from the ferocity of the mental fusillade, her mind already drunk with her own passions and cravings.

For today, like every Wednesday afternoon, Chloe had come here, come in search of what she had become addicted to. Seeking to experience what she thought about constantly, and what she desperately needed to make it through the rest of the week - and her life.

This was so special, so unique, so sinful, so wicked. God, how she loved it, how desperately she needed it! The core of her being vibrated like a tuning fork; vibrating a single, high, pure note of hedonism and lust.

As she had done each and every Wednesday, Chloe was dressed to thrill, like the hot, adventurous and bold young woman she was. A woman who was young enough to still be experimenting with her sexuality and discovering new passions and new tastes on the tree of the forbidden fruit.

Yet, on the inside Chloe was mature enough to know that when you found what you were seeking, you seized it and held it close, even if it did not fit the conventional mores of society or come even remotely close to what most people would consider normal.

The doorman opened the gleaming steel and glass door to the hotel for her. The same liveried sentinel who had been there the Wednesday before, and the one before that. His smile and his twice-over look signaled that his memory was in fine order.

"Yes, he remembers me." Chloe wondered if he knew why she is here. "Of course he does. I am here for the same reason that so many women pass through this entrance."

Superficially, that was true enough; but Chloe knew with absolute certainty that her real reason for being here was quite different from that of most women. She was here for a special purpose, one that would shock and repel most people. Chloe"s needs fell well outside the boundaries of convention and propriety. They extended deep into dark, dangerous, and unmapped territory; far beyond the limits of how far most sensual adventurers dared to travel.

Chloe got a glimpse of herself in the mirror-like glass of the door before she floated through the entrance into the hushed, cool interior of the hotel. The image reflected in front of her was that of a slender, petite blonde woman in her mid-20s. A woman with long, platinum-blonde hair that fell to her waist like a silky-smooth waterfall, and a stunningly beautiful face highlighted by a wide, full lips and startlingly green eyes.

A woman with high, firm, cone-shaped breasts that had no need of support from a bra; breasts that sported large, pencil-eraser nipples that proudly made their presence known through the snug knit fabric of her two-sizes-too-small, short-sleeved white blouse.

And today, like all Wednesday afternoons, Chloe was wearing her short, pleated skirt in a scarlet and green plaid pattern, the one that barely came to mid-thigh on her lean, well-muscled legs, the kind of skirt that strippers wear when they want to role-play as a Catholic schoolgirl. Her wickedly provocative outfit was finished with a pair of white silk stockings and a pair of tall, black, spike-heeled shoes.

Of course, she was not wearing any panties, not even a thong. He had been quite specific about that. Each article of her clothing had been chosen and selected for her, down to the matching shade of lip gloss and paint on her long, manicured fingernails. Her outfit had been delivered to her, prior to their first meeting, in an anonymously wrapped packaged delivered to her door.

The first time she had worn it to the hotel, she had felt nearly naked and very self-conscious in it. While Chloe was accustomed to wearing sexy clothes, this had been so much more overt and daring than anything she had ever worn before outside a nightclub - in public and in daylight.

She had felt so exposed, so vulnerable, wearing the clingy, all-revealing top and the very short skirt; so afraid that a puff of wind would lift her skirt up to expose her nakedness beneath. Watching the effect it had on men had been a revelation, and had become highly addicting all by itself.

As she entered the hotel lobby, Chloe turned her head from side to side, making eye contact with each man she passed. Watching them leer at her tits and her legs and her ass, and watching them get so flustered or self-conscious when she looked them directly in the eye and gave them a wink, or gave them a brief glimpse of her tongue peeking out from between her lips.

Chloe caught the doorman staring at her legs and ass as she made her entrance, parading slowly towards the elevators like a model on a runway. "He definitely remembers me", Chloe smiled, as she looked back over her shoulder at his face. Chloe fluttered her eyelashes at him and blew him a small kiss. " Maybe some day, I will fuck him, just for the hell of it," she mused.

Chloe crossed the hotel lobby slowly, seeking to make eye contact with as many of the men there as she could. Her roving eyes had an ulterior motive, over and above melting hearts and hardening cocks with her sultry strut and her teasing, playful stare-backs at the men she encountered.

"He is here," Chloe murmured to herself. "He is here, I know it. I can feel him here, watching me."

Each time, each Wednesday, he had told her that he had watched her arrival, drinking in the mouth-watering sight of her making her entrance, moving slowly and seductively across the lobby.

Today, Chloe could feel his presence. He was here, now. She could taste him. She could feel his mind making the connection with hers.

"Soon. Very soon, Chloe," she heard him whisper inside her head. "Only a few more minutes, and it will begin. Slowly, Chloe, slowly. Do not rush. Savor the full, rich sensations of the moment."

Chloe approached the registration desk. Two women and a young man stood at their posts, ready to receive the hotel"s arriving guests. Seeing the stern looks of disapproval on the women"s faces, Chloe presented herself to the man. She leaned forward over the counter and laid her breasts down on top of the cool, marble surface as if she were placing appetizers on a buffet table in front of a hungry diner. She noted from his nametag that his name was Charles Connors.

Chloe always liked to address the men she teased by name. It made it so much more intimate and personal, after all.

As Chloe stretched forward over the counter, she felt the hem of her skirt riding up on her ass. She knew, with absolute certainty, that the tops of her stockings were now clearly visible. She had practiced this maneuver at home many times, in front of the mirror, to guage the full, slutty effect of her pose.

Chloe still felt his presence, his eyes drilling into her, his mind reaching out to touch her, to stroke her hair and her exposed flesh. It was all she could do to tear herself away from his telepathy, and the mental foreplay it represented, to focus her attention on the sweaty-palmed young man standing on the other side of the registration desk.

"My name is Chloe Duvall. I am expected," she said, simply. Chloe let her eyes and her body do the rest of the talking. It was as if she has seized the awestruck young man by the balls, and made him her prisoner.

"Yes, of course, Ma'am. Miss, I mean. Duvall, yes, now where… oh yes, here it is. Of course. You have suite 851, our finest, on the top floor. Sign here, please."

Chloe scribbled her name on the registration slip.

"Will this be for one night, Miss Duvall?" the young man asked.

Chloe looked up at him through her eyelashes and slowly licked her lips. "No, Mr. Connors, it will not be for one night. It is for one afternoon."

The young Mr. Connors blushed a deep red. He struggled to regain his composure. "Yes, of course. I mean… do you have any bags to be taken up, Miss Duvall?"

"No, I do not have any bags. I have just me. May I have my key now, Mr. Connors?" Chloe asked in a low, sultry voice. "I do not need a bellman to escort me, either. I know the way, and the room. I have been here before."

Wordlessly, the disoriented Mr. Connors placed the keycard in Chloe"s outstretched hand. His fingertips brushed against hers as they completed their transaction. Another surge of electrical impulses raced through Chloe"s already highly charged body.

"Thank you, Mr. Connors. Have a good day."

Chloe started to turn away from the desk and took a few paces, just far enough so that the lucky Mr. Connors had a full view of her body. She stopped, dropped her keycard on the floor, and bent over from the waist to pick it up.

She heard the audible groan coming from behind the counter, as Mr.

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Keywords: Chloe's, Obsession,

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