She had always thought of Thursday as the perfect day of the week to set the stage for a long weekend of entertainment and relaxing. Everything would need to be tidied to perfection. Laundry would have to be done, floors cleaned, and groceries shopped for. Fortunately, she had found the perfect solution to this weekly bore called chores. She surely didn’t want to waste her valuable time on such tasks, but with a special someone around, there would be no need for her to lift a finger.
It was on a sweltering hot summer’s day in Dallas, that she met Karlo. While leisurely shopping at the local farmer’s market, he caught her eye. Standing over 6′ tall, with the body of an adonis, there he was, working at the pressed juice stand. A tight t-shirt featured his sculpted arms and abs beneath. She walked towards him, wearing a long sheer pale peach dress. Her silky long blonde hair up in a casual top knot; the kind that looks like it might just slip out at any moment. She knew he could see that she wasn’t wearing panties or a bra. Of course he didn’t stand a chance. He would be “all in” within seconds. Stepping forward eagerly, he offered her a sample of fresh juice. She let her hand linger on his as she took the small cup while pushing her dark glasses up to reveal crystal blue eyes. Sipping it, she licked her lips, gazing at him, casting her spell. Of course he asked for her number, and she told him he could contact via text, but only between the hours of 5 and 7 pm.
Like clockwork, he messaged her the next day at 5:00 pm. Eager to please. They engaged in some basic chit chat, which ended with a plan to meed at a local wine bar. She selected her favorite sexy little black dress, the sheerest black thigh high lace top stay-up stockings, and a simple pair of high heeled black pumps. Tossing a short hot pink sweater over her ensemble, she grabbed a small Gucci clutch, and headed out to the curb. A towncar was waiting, and she slid in, inhaling her own intoxicating fragrance which immediately permeated the interior of the car. Applying red lipstick while on route to the bar, she noticed the driver watching her in the rear view mirror. “Typical”, she thought to herself, rolling her eyes. Entering into the velvet lined lounge, she saw him sitting in the back, smoldering eyes glancing up to watch her head his way. He stood up, politely waiting for her to reach the table. Upon greeting each other, her hand “accidentally” grazed his pants, feeling the bulge which was all too obvious. She smiled. He blushed. In her mind, all she could think of was one word, “Ruin.”
They shared a bottle of cabernet, some olives, bread and cheese. All very civilized. He was a gorgeous specimen, but not the sharpest tool in the shed. Kind of a basic “dude”. Karlo had been a star football player, but injuries had sidelined his scholarship, so now he was thinking about becoming a personal trainer. Until he made that move, he had decided to work at the farmers market stand to fill in the gaps. A certain lack of volition seemed obvious, along with a limited imagination. That would need to change, and it would have to change fast. She had plans for him.
He walked her to the car, at which point, she gripped his bicep firmly, and invited him to come over to her place. Of course he happily agreed to go along with her, and they made their way through the slick city streets uptown to her posh neighborhood. He exclaimed how he had never been to this part of Dallas, and that she was such a classy lady. He lived across town, with roommates of course. He had no idea what she had in store for him. She reached over and eased her hand up his thigh, moving it with more pressure until she reached his hard cock. She started to rub it over his pants, and he leaned back with a groan. “What are you doing to me?”, he asked. She smiled. “All mine”, she repeated like a mantra, over and over again.
The car stopped in front of a doorman building. She took his hand, and led him towards the entrance. A man holding the door solemnly greeted her, “Good evening, Miss Swift.” She smiled a knowing smile. He gave Karlo a stern scolding look. A look that spoke volumes. Karlo felt a tingle of fear, shame and excitement surge through his body. Once in the elaborate lobby, an elevator came down and opened, revealing ornate gold mirrored panels, which reflected the good looking couple. As soon as the door shut, she reached over, pushing him against the glass wall with one hand,  gripping his ass in her other. She began to slide down to the floor in front of him, and unzipped his pants. “I need to see what you have for me.” He moaned. A thick, swollen cock emerged and she took it in her hand, stroking a few times, before pushing it back in, and zipping up his pants. The elevator door opened, and she walked swiftly ahead of him down the hall, her ass switching back and forth. As she opened her apartment door, Karlo pressed up against her back, teasing her, and breathing heavily. She raised her voice and commanded,  “Stop it now. Wait for later!” Shrugging, he loped along behind her like a big kid, and gasped with awe at the fabulous interior. The furnishings were all white, from the leather sofas to the lamps and credenza. A wall to wall zebra carpet set everything off perfectly. Two abstract paintings decorated the walls in graphic red and black tones. She told him to sit down, and kicked off her pumps, before heading to the bar to make a couple of drinks. He watched her as she bent over, revealing the lacy tops of thigh high stockings peeking out from beneath the black dress. As she leaned down further, he caught a glimpse of her soft smooth plump perfect pussy. He sighed. She  walked back over towards him, passed him a glass, and told him it was a special cocktail she’s invented. Letting her long blonde hair slip out, it cascaded down to her waist, and she turned to start down the hall. She told him she was going to change, and that she had something for him to wear as well. He sipped his drink, laughing awkwardly. “Okay, bring it on!” She came back after a few minutes wearing a black silk ultra short robe with sky high red stilettos, looking exquisite. In her hand she held a red lacy item, which she tossed at his lap. He picked it up, and unrolled a one piece lace body suit. He blushed. “Put it on!”, she told him. “Do it.” He wanted to protest, but something in the drink she had given him, seemed to be making him weak. He stood up, and she walked over to undress him. He felt her hands sliding his clothes off, and suddenly he was completely naked, his hard cock springing up and down with anticipation. She smacked him hard on the ass, and told him to put the catsuit on. He sat down, dutifully pulling the legs up over his strong calves and thick thighs. Surprisingly, it stretched to fit, and he stood up, pulling it so that it eased up over his powerful chest. The straps slipped over his arms, and there he stood, head to toe in the red lace catsuit, which hugged his body from every angle, especially his hard cock. She giggled and smiled.
“Now, I need you to do something for me. It’s Thursday, which is cleaning day. I need you to clean my floors. You’ll find a Swiffer, bucket and mop in the closet, and a vacuum for the carpets in the closet. There’s a lot of work to do, so you can start now.” He dutifully walked into the kitchen and started to get to work, as she shadowed him, telling him to do a perfect job. Karlo worked fast and furiously. She sipped her drink, nibbled on some strawberries, and perched herself up on the kitchen counter. Parting her legs, she gave him commands. As she leaned back,  her robe slid open, and she reached her hand down to slipped her fingers between her legs. She began breathing heavily. “Come here now!” She reached over to pick up a pair of kitchen shears, holding them ominously. Karlo approached, and reached to grip her parted thighs, positioning himself between them. Taking the scissors, she pulled the red lacy fabric away from his body between her lacquered long nails, and gently clipped the...

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