The Dominatrix

So she DID come in again today...

And was wearing this top which made her cleavage unbelievable. But she also brought this latex, studded blouson which really garnered the attention while she tried on the shoes we looked at yesterday. All I can say is that people started calling her "The Dominatrix."

All my colleagues were looking. Even The Boss came down for a gander. It was obvious she was interested in what was going on, because not only was she down by me, looking on for about 15 minutes with her assistant, her comment in the back went something like, "I don't think I could even compete with that!" It kind of affirmed my feelings about her and how I think she has a secret crush on me. (Yes!)

A few of them joked I would be on the receiving end of some serious S&M. The Boss came to my rescue and said if it came down to it, she'd vote for me being able to handle myself. That was cute. And flattering considering she probably visualized me getting punished sexually.

Anyway, back to The Dx. The tension was still there, but it was replaced with a little aloofness. We spent the better part of an hour looking at a few more shoe models. Then she had to leave suddenly.

All my work-mates were making passing comments, threatening to hurt me if I didn't get her number. And so I did. And I ended up giving her my cell (again) which she called later in the evening. She decided to put everything on hold (again!) and will be deciding tomorrow. I made a play and told her The Boss said I was in trouble for holding sale merchandise, and she called me back. We chatted for a minute, and then I told her I had to go because I was half-naked and getting dressed.

She then told me I was cute and said she would love to be my first client whom I go out with.

But we had to leave it off there because she was out with a "business partner" and I had to finish up for the night.

So here I am, stuck with a bunch of merchandise on hold and a possible date with a wild dominatrix...

???

Truth be told, my guess is that she just likes to dress up and isn't into the hardcore S&M stuff. But you never know, I guess. After all, this is New York...

Did I Mess Things Up?

One thing I dislike about meeting women at work is I get too flustered.

My last client today was an attractive, slim, strawberry-blonde, with a killer body and a cute personality. At first our flirting was purely superficial-- winks here and there, the extra long glance into each others' eyes. But then our light conversation started to turn when she started to make inferences about me. She sensed that I had a hobby outside of work, which I told her about my photography. I was really impressed with her intuitiveness.

Things were wrapping up at work and I had plans. And she kept browsing. I really wanted to stay with her and flirt more, but I needed to meet this friend of mine for coffee. I kept things light and walked her to the door.

Then she asked if I would be leaving because she wanted to walk with me. I told her I needed to do some work. My instinct told me I should wait with her, so I wrote my phone number on my business card and told her I would see her tomorrow.

So why am I kicking myself right now?

I think a large part of this is due to the sexual tension I was getting from her. I could tell she was interested by our conversation, but it was too much for me to process at the moment.

I admit, I got flustered and confused. I haven't been hit on like that in a long time, so I didn't know how to handle myself.

Fuck!

I guess we'll see what unfolds tomorrow...