He slid into the driver’s seat, starting the engine. They made their way onto the main highway leading south. Twilight. Sir in his white shirt, black suit jacket and slacks. Shiny black Johnston & Murphys. Kira in her…
Bare skin.
Will I be naked more often than dressed? Will he really want me cumming as much as I need to?
Can he come to love me like he said?
Can this be real?
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Dusk gave way to dark. Sir seemed to know where they were going but was quiet. The sound system, tuned to 91.5, was playing Mozart, she heard the DJ say.
Kira let the highway lamps sweep over her with their soft yellow glow. The car windows came halfway down, allowing river and lakefront air to swirl around them. A portion of her hair was swept out the window.
An exit sign said University of Rochester. Sir slowed down. A right, then a left… suddenly they were driving 15 miles an hour through the campus. Kira sat up. Cars were on the streets and people on the sidewalks. The Lexus came to a crosswalk and stopped. Pale blue light illuminated her body. Unclothed.
Kira absent mindedly folded arms across her chest.
‘No,’ said Sir. ‘Let them see you if that’s how it goes. As my girl, I will want you on display in one way or another most of the time. Tonight? It’s this way.’
Heart beating faster from the thrill of being ‘forced’ to show herself, she uncrossed her arms. She relaxed her knees; the thighs parted, an inviting V that might lead eyes to her core. The crosswalk lights changed and people moved. Closer. Closer. ‘Oh my goddd…’ Kira groaned. Sir was exposing her to hundreds of strangers, men and women who seemed to be heading towards some nearby sports event. They passed in front and back of the car. Talking, laughing, hauling coolers and padded seats. Looking ahead, they walked right past.
Oblivious of Kira.
‘Take a breath,’ said Sir. ‘People are wrapped up in their own small worlds. They rarely take the time to look around them.’
He ran the palm of his right hand across her chest. The breasts wagged and the nipples stiffened.
‘Look what they missed,’ he said.
Kira’s half shut eyes were a sign, if Sir had been able to see. She was alternately exhilarated and horrified that he had put her in this position. As sexual as she thought herself to be, this level of overt, brazen presentation was something she had never dared do on her own.
The car was in slow traffic…it became apparent that a baseball game was about to begin…with Kira completely nude as people strolled by or drifted past in cars within feet of her half open window.
Sir refused to let her cover up; fought her, in fact, if he thought she was shielding her breasts or pressing her knees too close together.
‘Sit up Kira. You are for them to enjoy just like I enjoy you,’ Sir said. ‘They might have you too. Any of them. The men, the women. I might give you to any of them. Or all of them. Being naked for them, letting them see, is just the beginning. Think about what I am saying. You are naked for them to see and enjoy, however the situation unfolds. This is what I want and expect from you.’
Kira’s breathing quickened more at the ideas Sir kept feeding her. She felt blood pulsing in her ears. She knew herself to be an exhibitionist, a slut, but how far did this man really want to take things? What was he really saying? That he might give her to any of these people? To be fawned over, fucked? Till..?
He made a quick left turn off of Wilson Street onto a feeder road named Library. Prince Athletic Complex, a sign said. A few feet later, another left, and he pulled the car to a stop between two pickup trucks.
‘Our space,’ he announced, shutting off the engine.
People behind them milled on zombielike, their destination in sight. Towers Field.
‘Tonight’s game is against Syracuse,’ Sir said. ‘Sorry but we won’t get to watch.’
Thank god, Kira thought. He won’t parade me through the stadium like this.
Sir stepped out of the car and walked around back to the passenger side. He opened Kira’s door.
What did he expect of her now, she wondered. That she would stand up naked in the side-cast stadium lights? With all of Rochester — or so it felt — within just a few feet of her?
‘Put the sweater on,’ he said. ‘Come with me.’
Kira paused… Thought about Sir’s command, then reached for the 5-button sweater. It barely reaches my hips, she thought.
My sex, my backside, my legs… all completely exposed.