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The Experience
"Trust me," Don said. "You are in for a treat."

Kimberly looked at him hesitantly. She was nervous, excited, and as horny as a teenager on prom night. She ran her hands across Don's shoulders and then embraced him. "Take me," she whispered. "Take me now."

Don gently plucked her hands from him and pushed her away. "You know the rules. No sex for seven days prior."

"He'll never know."

"Oh, he'll know. One look at you and he'll know."

Kimberly threw herself back into her seat and crossed her arms in front of her and pouted. "I hate you," she said nastily. "You're a big, ugly brute. You'd rather fuck him than me," she added, indicating the driver of the limo.

Don laughed. "The brat act's not going to work. Don't worry, you'll be getting yours soon enough."

"Are you sure this guy's worth it? I mean, ten grand - for one night?"

"Don't worry," Don said. "We've waited two years for this. You'll get your money's worth and then some."

"Hummpf," muttered the woman. While she sulked, Don made a quick telephone call. By the time he was finished, the limo was pulling up in front of a tall building in a classy section of town.

"This is it?" asked Kimberly.

"This is it." When the door opened, Don exited. He offered her his hand, and she accepted. He helped her out and they turned and looked at their destination. The skyscraper loomed massively above them, scores and scores of floors.

The doorman called ahead and confirmed their arrival, then ushered them to the elevator. "The penthouse suite," commanded Don, and the elevator man nodded.

In minutes, they were there. A press on the doorbell, while Kimberly waited nervously, and then it opened.

The man standing there surprised her. She had no idea what to expect, but had vague images of a tall, scary creature dressed in leather and covered with tattoos. Instead, this man was not much taller than her. He was normal-looking, handsome in a routine sort of way, heavyset. He was dressed casually in dark slacks and leather shoes with a burgundy turtleneck sweater. His smile was pleasant, almost kind, but there was something intense about his eyes. They were small and black, and they radiated fierce intelligence. Immediately, Kimberly felt herself cringe in fear; there was something intimidating about this man.

"Good evening," he said, and his strong voice was rich of tone with no trace of an accent. When he spoke he spoke toward Don, but his eyes were locked on Kimberly. She shivered.

"Don. And this is Kimberly."

The man nodded. He bowed, drawing Kimberly's hand to his mouth for a gentle kiss. His eyes never left hers, and finally she had to look away, a gentle flush overcoming her cheeks.

"Please. Come in."

The entryway was on a small landing that overlooked a magnificent living room that spread out 180 degrees in front of them.