You were wearing your power suit, a thigh high skirt,
white collared shirt showing just a hint of cleavage
and jacket that matched your skirt. High heels,
thigh high stockings and a matching lace thong.
Before you start up your car to head home from
your meeting downtown, you check your blackberry
to see if an new client emails have surfaced. You see
one from me. Telling you to go the garage at post
office square under Leventhal Park. Go to the
second level. Park in the far south corner.
Shut you lights off. Turn off the car.
You blush and do as I instruct.
You pull into the garage, take your ticket,
you feel nervous with excitement. Your palms
a little sweaty. You pull around the corner to
enter the second level. You see the signs
labeling the area your in as the South entrance.
A corner spot catches your eye and you pull in.
Your surprised how dark it is in your car, and
the fact that the front of your car is up against
a wall and your next to a large suv that backed
into it’s spot. You check your BB. Your instructions
are to remove your panties and unbutton the top
three buttons on your stiff white collared shirt.
Unlock the doors, and recline your seat.