Oh my God, he melts!

I sense it. I feel it. It’s like a moment. We are one. We are separated by about five hundred feet, with maybe a thousand or so frolickers in between us, but that ethereal connection binds us stronger than the most powerful magnet on earth.

I swear he could whisper and I could hear him. This is so intense. Life is so intense. I’m more alive now in this moment than I have ever been.

He isn’t immune to the force pulling us together, either. Or more like pushing. Because no matter what we do, it seems like when we’re in the same spot, gravity draws us to each other.

He shakes his head again, laughing  with that mysterious and oh-so-sexy half-smile. Then he throws one more glance behind him and begins walking to me.

Yes!

Yes, Lorena! You were right! I did it!

Holy shit, I have such power! I never knew I could affect the world around me like this. It’s like I wield magic.

But, no, I know what it is. I used to carry myself differently. Like Karissa said and like Lorena has tried to convince me, I have a certain attractiveness that I’ve kept hidden.

No, I’m not the most glamorous girl in the room. No, I don’t have the sexiest body. Yes, I could lose a few.

But I’ve got it. That certain something that makes a man like Lukas Thorn scratch his neck, look down, smile, and turn to approach me . . . me! . . . after leaving a fucking houseful of skinny beautiful model-type girls.

Damn, I think I could rule the world if I put my mind to it! I want to scream from the rooftops with joy!

Life, I am you!

The walk of Lukas Thorn as he saunters down the street is like a gladiator claiming his victory trophy. There is nothing he can’t do. He knows it, the world knows it.

In fact, we’re already attracting attention. Yes, there are other people in costume around us. Yes, it’s a wild and crazy festival.

But the profound intensity between the two of us is so statically charged that a handful of people stop to watch. They sense something powerful about to happen.

It’s the girls that notice it first, naturally, walking while holding hands with their boyfriends. They pull, motioning him to stop, while they stare.

Girls know. We have a much stronger sense of invisible human connection than guys. We can look at a room and know exactly what’s going on. Most guys are clueless at this.

But the girls on this street know. They see the volcanic fire erupting between this flowing god and the water nymph . . . and they want to see how it turns out.

After what feels like five centuries, Lukas Thorn finally reaches me. He pauses about a foot in front of me.

“It is you,” he says.

“Is it?” I say with a cheeky challenging tone.

He makes an ooooooh gesture with his lips, without saying anything. “You know, I–” His eyes catch my body paint and stare. He’s transfixed.

I giggle to myself inside.

“I don’t know what you’re doing here, Jayd, but it’s not going to work. I bet Lorena came up with this. Tell her I’m done.”

“I know your fantasy.”

“Excuse me? My what?”

“Your ultimate fantasy. Domination. Control. I’m offering it to you.” I lean into his ear. “Remotely.”

His eyebrows rise. I’ve said his favorite word, according to Lorena. He laughs. “Excuse me?”

“Control. It’s what you want. It’s what you crave. It’s your fetish. I’m giving you control of me. Give me commands and I will follow them. You can tell me to go home if you want, and I promise you I will. But I don’t think that’s what you will do. I’m offering you everything you’ve ever dreamed of. I’m your complete property, Lukas Thorn.”

His eyes nearly pop out of his head. “Look, I can’t say I’m not impressed. I’m very impressed. But–”

This is where Lorena coached me the most, on what to do next.

I leap forward, grab his hand, and place the transmitter in his palm. He looks down at it, and I turn and run across the street. I plant myself against the building on the far corner, the hard hot gray stone scratching my naked back in the night heat.

The street separating us now is busier than the others. Cars stream between us. I point at my ear with the Bluetooth receiver implanted inside.

He puts the transmitter up to his mouth. My heart is beating faster than ever. This is it. This is me putting my head on the chopping block.

He can say “Go home.” That’s all he needs to do. He can just tell me to go and I will. That’s the bargain. That’s the agreement. I always keep my agreements.

He raises the transmitter to his mouth.

I clench my teeth, my eyes wide open. I’m breathing hard, my hands locked behind me.

I will do whatever he says, I remind myself, I will do whatever he says.

Even if he tells me to go home.

He’s about to speak, his face still locked in that frozen visage and half-smile. Then he laughs, turns sideways, raises the transmitter up to his mouth and says . . .

“Let’s play.”

I nod my head.

Oh my God!

Yes! The fire starts anew down below. He’s playing. I’ve gotten him to play! That was the hardest step.

“You’re a very dirty girl,” he says, “you’re naked, aren’t you?”

Wow, kudos to Karl Werz. Even the great Lukas Thorn can’t really tell that I’m naked.

“You realize what you’ve set yourself up for? You’re going to have to prove that to me, you know.”

I nod.

“You’re going to have to prove that to me in public.”

Oh God! The very thought sends me into delirium. Yes, I will. Yes, I’ll do anything. In front of anybody. To please you. Yes, I will. I so want you. I so want you to tell me to do horribly nasty things in front of other people. I so will do anything you ask. All you have to do is command me.

Just command me.

“I don’t know how you’re going to prove this to me yet, dirty girl, but I’ll figure it out soon.” He pauses, thinking about how to continue. “Drop to your knees.”

I don’t hesitate. On a busy street in front of a crowd of people, I drop to my knees.

“Place your hands behind your back like they’re bound. For all intents and purposes, they are bound. In your mind, I want you to feel the ropes that bind you. Can you feel them? Acknowledge me, dirty girl.”

I nod yes.

“Open your mouth wide,” he says. “Like you’re expecting a huge cock to be shoved down your throat at any moment and you so want it.”

I open my mouth wide.

“You do want it, don’t you?”

I nod.

“You love cock slamming into the back of your throat, don’t you?”

I nod.

Still wondering what his looks like, freed from the tight black denim that I’ve only experienced from him.

I nod and try to stretch my mouth open even more.

“Spread your legs,” he says, leaning on the very post that I did just a few minutes ago.

I spread my legs.

“Get your ass as close to the ground as possible.”

I do. Karl Werz was very clever. He painted many three-dimensional barnacles . . . or whatever the fuck they are . . . around my pussy lips. I’m not even sure if, even with my legs spread this wide on the hard concrete, that anyone can tell my girl is open and free to them.

But a couple of girls do.

“Oh my God,” I hear one of them say, as she drags her boyfriend away before he notices.

An old prude from the same lineage as the woman on the plane scoffs and says “Oh my!” dragging her clueless husband who stares at me open-mouthed.

“This will now be known as the Service Position,” says Lukas Thorn. “Nod to acknowledge.”

I nod.

“Oh, you’re delightful. Look at that wide open pussy. Just waiting to get eaten. And does it ever want to get eaten!”

Grrrrrrrrr. This man has no idea! No fucking idea how much this pussy needs to get eaten and stuffed to its fucking walls!