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Becca shows Stacy to a table in the middle of the restaurant. It's not too busy today, but enough people are around to make Stacy feel a little uneasy. She sits down, trying to quell the sharp butterflies in her stomach. Becca, in her work outfit, sits down across from her awkwardly. Stacy watches her friend carefully place her bottom onto the seat. "Are you alright?" Stacy worries. "Oh, yes, I'm fine. I just? never mind. She umm, should be here soon," Becca states, a slight look of distress on her face. "I just want to get this over with," Stacy admits, admiring the way Becca's skin seems to glow. "She likes to make me wait," Becca explains, looking around. "Well, I'm nervous enough as it is. This is just making it worse," Stacy sighs. Becca smiles, "I'm sure that's exactly her intention." Stacy squints in disapproval. Becca jumps up straight as she notices someone coming through the front doors. Stacy turns to look. Becca doesn't say anything, but Stacy knows who it is. Miss Cara's beautiful eyes draw in the attention of everyone with a pulse in the restaurant. Stacy can't help but stare at the woman's almost black-cherry coloured hair. It shimmers darkly against her deep, vanilla skin. Her seemingly perfect bone structure accentuates every one of her gorgeous features. Miss Cara casually scans the room before spotting their table. She smiles and gives a friendly wave as she makes her way towards them. Immediately, Stacy feels her whole body tighten up. Who is this woman, who has such an effect, such control over Becca? Miss Cara's trendy, black, knee-high boots clop proudly as she makes her way over. Her small purse is slung over her shoulder and she carries a large, boutique paper bag in her other hand. Stacy turns back to Becca, whose eyes are transfixed on the beautiful woman. Like a moth to the flame, her eyes are glued. She looks happy, excited and nervous all at the same time. Becca stands up and attentively straightens her skirt. "Hello Becca," Miss Cara gleams, raising her hand to brush some of Becca's hair behind her ear. "Where's the cute headband I gave you?" Becca looks mortified for a moment as she thinks of what to say. "I'm sorry, Miss Cara, I forgot it at home." Stacy watches this odd interaction anxiously. What am I doing here? "I won't have you forgetting it again, alright hun?" "Yes Miss Cara. Of course. I won't," Becca pleads, assuringly. "Good girl," Cara consoles. She looks over at Stacy with a sultry grin. Stacy can feel the woman's eyes invading her. She sits up in her chair trying not to act intimidated. "Miss Cara," Becca starts, meekly, "this is Stacy." Neither Stacy nor Miss Cara move. The gorgeous woman continues to slowly look over Stacy's young body. Stacy can't help but tremble. Her thin, argyle sweater suddenly seems very tight and overly warm. "Pleased to meet you, Stacy," Miss Cara purrs, holding her hand out. "I'm Miss Cara." Stacy doesn't know how to react. She feels lured to shake Miss Cara's hand and mumbles a quiet response as she does. "Nice to meet you." Stacy means to let go of Miss Cara's hand, but the woman holds Escort Karaköy (http://karakoy.t2bro.net) on. Smiling mischievously, Miss Cara pulls Stacy's hand to her mouth and kisses the top of it. She stares directly into Stacy's eyes the whole time. What is happening? The woman's lips are a moist velvet. The brief kiss shoots electricity down Stacy's arm. Miss Cara lets Stacy's hand go, finally, and it almost falls limp to the table. Stacy struggles to regain her composure. "Becca, hun, be a good girl and bring me a green tea please," Miss Cara requests, politely. Becca nods humbly and rushes to fulfill the order. She eyes Stacy briefly before going. Miss Cara turns to Stacy sharply, "Want anything dear?" Want anything? Huh? What does she mean? Like, like to drink? Uhm... Stacy shakes her head, confused and awkward. "Hmm, a shy one you are. This will be quite interesting, I think," Miss Cara muses. Interesting? What does she mean by that? Stacy clears her throat. Come on, get a hold of yourself. "Why did you need to meet me?" Stacy asks, trying to sound forward. Miss Cara smiles. She looks so tall and slender in her tight, black dress. She sits down across from Stacy and places the paper bag on the floor. "Why?" She teases, raising an eyebrow seductively. "Because I can't have my Becca doing all sorts of, naughty things with strangers. Now can I? Hmm?" "You can't control her like that though. Why should you have the right to manage her life?" Stacy protests, trying to protect her new friend. Miss Cara leans back, unbothered by this slight confrontation. "Well, firstly my dear, she wants me to. If she ever wanted to end our little relationship, all she'd have to do is ask. One little gesture and I'd be off, out of her life." Miss Cara lets this sink into Stacey's little head. "But, I don't see that happening. She needs me. She listens to me more than she listens to herself." Miss Cara pauses again for effect. Stacy feels stupid for being here. I can't believe Becca got herself involved with someone like this. How did she even? Miss Cara leans across the table and touches the fabric of Stacy's shirt. "I love your outfit by the way. That skirt is adorable. It suits you perfectly." Stacy can't help but blush. Miss Cara's words seem to carry an incredible weight. She's just trying to manipulate you Stacy. Don't be weak. Stacy brushes her hair behind her tiny ear as she tries to sort out her emotions. Talking to this woman is exciting her. She's not exactly sure why, besides the fact that Cara's gorgeous. Becca returns to the table with Miss Cara's tea. She places it down in front of her Mistress, squirming a little awkwardly as she does. Miss Cara notices and smiles knowingly. "Does my little Becca need to pee?" Miss Cara asks, casually. What!? "Yes, Miss. I do, please," Becca whines, struggling to sound polite. "You may go hun. Don't take too long." Becca nods. She locks eyes with Stacy for a moment. Stacy feels like reaching out to her and just holding her tightly. Becca makes a helpless little 'I'm sorry' face with her puppy-dog eyes and heads for the Kayaşehir escort (http://kayasehir.t2bro.net) bathroom. Stacy fixes her attention back on Miss Cara. "So," Stacy mumbles, breaking the silence, "where does this leave us? Did you just invite me out here to put me down? To tell me I can't have her?" Miss Cara plays with her hair as she studies the girl in front of her. The outline of her breasts are very apparent under her fitted dress. "No. That was not my intention. She can be yours, potentially. I mean, if you are someone who will love her completely, who am I to stop you? Hmm?" Miss Cara claims. "What do you need from me then? How am I supposed to*convince*you to let her be with me?" Miss Cara giggles. "Well, I have to figure out if I can trust you. If she can trust you. If you are going to be a positive influence on her, or a negative one." "I just want her to be happy. I want to love and appreciate her," Stacy professes. "That's not what I mean," Cara scoffs, subtly. Fuck her. Ugh, what is this all about!? "I need to get to know you*," Miss Cara states, slowly. Her dark, red lips look sweet as they glisten. "Aren't you doing that right now?" Stacy jabs. Miss Cara giggles again. Her smooth, caramel voice dominates Stacy's will. "I need to get to know you on a much more intimate*level." What is she talking about? She can't possibly... "You can't be serious," Stacy ridicules, her back pinned, firmly up against her seat. "Oh, I am. I'm very protective of my little Becca. She's beyond precious to me." Stacy feels defeated. She doesn't know what to say now. "She may have moments of weakness," Miss Cara admits, "and that's something we're working to correct. But, she won't be with you as long as I prohibit it. I can assure you of that." Stacy feels lost in the powerful, confident woman's eyes. Inside, deep down, she knows Miss Cara's right. Becca exits the washroom. Stacy gets up from the table in a hurry and rushes over to her. Becca's face lights up when she sees her. "Thank you so much for doing this Stacy. I can't, ugh. I can't even imagine how hard this must be for you," Becca confides. "Becca?" Stacy hesitates. "Yes, hun?" Becca asks, looking up slightly at the brunette beauty in front of her. "I like you, a lot. But, I don't want to throw myself into? whatever this is, if, what we have isn't, you know, real." Becca reaches out to hold Stacy, but sees Miss Cara out of the corner of her eye and thinks better of it. "Stacy, what I feel for you is real. I promise. I really, really want to be with you." Becca confesses, looking over Stacy seductively. "In more ways than one." My heart hurts. Stacy sighs. She takes a deep breath and heads back to the table with Miss Cara. "What do you want from me then? What do you want me to do?" Stacy asks, begrudgingly. Miss Cara grins. It seems she was hoping Stacy would ask that. "Take this bag I brought for you," she states, pushing the boutique paper bag to Stacy's side of the table. Becca watches from the washroom door, afraid to intrude. "What's in it?" Stacy asks, a little nervous of the answer. "A Küçükçekmece escort bayan (http://kucukcekmece.t2bro.net) surprise. Just make sure to follow the instructions given. Hmm?" "Okay," Stacy mumbles, confused. "Becca, come here," Cara beckons. Becca wiggles her little bum across the restaurant floor as she makes her way towards them. Mmm. How is she so adorable? How is she so beautiful, so sweet? Miss Cara looks over her little pet with pride and possessiveness. "Nice meeting you today Stacy," Miss Cara says, barely turning her head. Stacy feels a huge sting of jealousy. She takes one last look at her dear Becca, who's glued to this beautiful, wealthy woman's side. She picks up the paper bag and leaves. ~~~~~~ Stacy gets home and puts the bag down on the floor. She opens her laptop and crankily begins to work on her resume and search for job postings. ~~~~~~ An hour or two goes by and Stacy can no longer ignore the bag beside her bed. She opens it up. It's full of wrapped boxes of various sizes. Each of them seem to have a numbered envelope attached to them. On top of everything is a large, pink piece of paper. It reads: ------ Tonight at 10pm exactly, open
.* ------ Stacy feels nervous butterflies invade her stomach. She pulls out the rectangular box labelled "
" and sets it down on her desk. She checks the time. Only 4pm? Ugh. Despite wanting this whole process to be over with, Stacy can't help but be a tiny bit excited at the surprise waiting for her. She shoves the rest of the bag under her bed and tries to get back to her work. ~~~~~~ Stacy leans back from her computer. It's 6:30pm. She bites her lip curiously as she eyes the box. What could it be? I miss Becca. Stacy remembers that she can email Becca! She turns to her computer and writes her crush a short email: ------ Hi Becca, I miss you. I'm a little nervous about the bag Cara gave me. But I want to do this, so I can be with you. I can't stop thinking about you. And how you smell and the way you make me tingle all over when we kiss. Hope to see you soon, ~Stacy ------ She hits send and smiles warmly, knowing Becca will get to read her romantic words. The pleasure from messaging Becca and the anticipation of 10:00 arriving, causes Stacy to become aware of the sensitive needs between her legs. She crosses them tightly, squeezing her tantalized lips against her clit. Mhm. It's been so long since I've had an orgasm. Stacy thinks about playing with herself. The aroused energy in her loins emanates through her belly and makes her feel alive. She looks over at the bag again. I might as well just wait till afterwards, I can cum before bed. Stacy rocks her hips back and forth, gleaning little flurries of pleasure from her eager vagina. She gets back to work, as she continues to subtly slide her little bum back and forth in her chair. ~~~~~~ Stacy wiggles on her bed, staring at her clock. She's now changed into her sexy nighttime attire. A thin, baby-blue nightgown hangs over her slim shoulders, barely covering her bum. Matching knee high socks are pulled up her legs as high as they can go. Her little pussy feels warm in her white, cotton panties edged with lace. 9:59pm. Stacy suddenly feels very nervous. She fidgets anxiously as she sits on her bed, the box in front of her. She loves the feeling of her hard nipples against the soft material of her nightie. 10:00pm. Here we go. Stacy takes a deep breath, trying to settle herself.
.* ------ Stacy feels nervous butterflies invade her stomach. She pulls out the rectangular box labelled "
" and sets it down on her desk. She checks the time. Only 4pm? Ugh. Despite wanting this whole process to be over with, Stacy can't help but be a tiny bit excited at the surprise waiting for her. She shoves the rest of the bag under her bed and tries to get back to her work. ~~~~~~ Stacy leans back from her computer. It's 6:30pm. She bites her lip curiously as she eyes the box. What could it be? I miss Becca. Stacy remembers that she can email Becca! She turns to her computer and writes her crush a short email: ------ Hi Becca, I miss you. I'm a little nervous about the bag Cara gave me. But I want to do this, so I can be with you. I can't stop thinking about you. And how you smell and the way you make me tingle all over when we kiss. Hope to see you soon, ~Stacy ------ She hits send and smiles warmly, knowing Becca will get to read her romantic words. The pleasure from messaging Becca and the anticipation of 10:00 arriving, causes Stacy to become aware of the sensitive needs between her legs. She crosses them tightly, squeezing her tantalized lips against her clit. Mhm. It's been so long since I've had an orgasm. Stacy thinks about playing with herself. The aroused energy in her loins emanates through her belly and makes her feel alive. She looks over at the bag again. I might as well just wait till afterwards, I can cum before bed. Stacy rocks her hips back and forth, gleaning little flurries of pleasure from her eager vagina. She gets back to work, as she continues to subtly slide her little bum back and forth in her chair. ~~~~~~ Stacy wiggles on her bed, staring at her clock. She's now changed into her sexy nighttime attire. A thin, baby-blue nightgown hangs over her slim shoulders, barely covering her bum. Matching knee high socks are pulled up her legs as high as they can go. Her little pussy feels warm in her white, cotton panties edged with lace. 9:59pm. Stacy suddenly feels very nervous. She fidgets anxiously as she sits on her bed, the box in front of her. She loves the feeling of her hard nipples against the soft material of her nightie. 10:00pm. Here we go. Stacy takes a deep breath, trying to settle herself.