The Hands That Lead

A hands on kind of leader…

MadHatter

Saturday September 05, 2015

Damn it!  It was the stupid little hat and she knew it!

But no matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t remove it.  She tugged at the rim again to no avail as the flash went off again.

Each time she tried she ended up moving it a little but then pushing it right back in to position on the top of her head.

She’d been at the club, the party had been wild and she’d been a little drunk to boot, when she’d suddenly felt the hat being placed on her head.  She’d spun around and bumped right in to the photographer as he took his hand away from the hat.

By then it was too late, he leaned in a shouted over the music, “Follow me”, and her body had obeyed.

He’d led her out of the club to his car and after a short drive back to his studio.

He’d picked out an outfit for her to wear and had been posing her for the last half hour as he took shot after shot. 

“Ok, time to take the top off, slowly, seductively.” he said as the flash went off again and again.

“Now the skirt, sit on the bench and play with yourself.  Smile, your enjoying it.”

Flash, flash, flash.

“Finally the boots and stockings, get up on all fours and crawl down to the end of the bench.”

Flash, flash, flash.

“Now take my dick in your mouth and suck in all the way down.”

Flash, flash, flash.

* * *

She stood by the dumpster in the ally and looked around, hadn’t she just been in the club?

Her head hurt and she rubbed her forehead, brushing against the hat.  She grabbed it and pulled it off her head, what was this stupid thing doing on her head.

She shrugged and tossed it in the dumpster and walked back towards the club.

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