"So, please come in, sit on the couch if you feel so motivated," said the shaved headed bald man as he waived her into his office.

"On the couch?" the 36-year-old ravened haired woman asked, walking seductively past him, allowing the professional to take in every curve of her body, and her alluring natural scent.

"Anywhere... Anywhere is really fine," the man coughed slightly, eyeing her as she walked past, the firm rounds of her ass pressing out of her short red body skirt, etching her long, dark velvet thighs into his mind, all the while trying his best to remain professional.

"Now," then he paused, bolting the door before walking alongside her, his eyes locked onto her as he took a deep long breath.

"Can I get you anything to drink? Coffee, tea, some bottled water or something else?" he asked.

"Something else?" she inquired, smiling seductively, her tongue slowly falling from her mouth, rolling over the contour of her lush red lips. "Like what?" she smiled.

"Ummm...," he paused for a moment, his mind blanking, observing her tongue, shivers running through his body as depraved, lust filled images of her doing hot, erotic things to him ran through his mind.

"Any...," he said, his voice slightly high pitched, before regaining some composure, "Anything you want, this is after all your session, I have some Whiskey, Orange Juice, Vodka and Red Wine, amongst other things chilling in the cooler." He said. On the other hand, perhaps you prefer something right from the tap, he thought to himself, wondering how it would feel to have her sucking him dry.

"I think for now at least, a glass of iced water would be perfect if you have it," the ripe, yet eye-catching woman quickly shot back, crossing her perfectly sculpted legs; allow the small slit in her skirt to ride up the side of her upper thigh, faintly revealing her red silk, see through panties.

"Not a... not a problem," the man said, sweat glistening from the top of his lip as he continued to stand alongside her, frozen in place, eyes locked on to her glistening upper thigh.

"Anytime would be great," She smiled, placing her hand over the side of the skirt, before gazing up into his shimmering azure eyes.

"Yeah... that is, yes, of course, sorry," he smiled, laughing softly, biting his bottom lip as he walked into the next room, quickly returning less than a minute later with a large glass of water and ice.

"So...," he said, walking in front of her before sitting down at his desk, opening his laptop, turning on the web camera and flat screen in front of her.

"You...," he said, gazing at her, tips of his fingers on the keyboard, as the image of her sitting on the couch lit up on the screen just alongside him.

"You said you had a story to tell me?" he asked. "One that you wanted me to ghostwrite for you," He added.

"I do," she said, gazing up at the screen in front of her, before looking back to the webcam.

"Alright then, what is your name?" the man asked.

"You already know my name Troy," she said smiling slightly, combing her fingers through her long dark hair, her lush grey sparkling eyes gleaming through the camera lens.

"Yes, I know your name, but it helps with the process, so again what's your name? He smiled slightly.

"I know, I just like to tease, and sometimes be difficult," she hissed, licking her lips once more, again slowly rolling them over the contour of her lips.

"I thought you were the submissive type," Troy smiled back, eyes narrowing slightly.

"At times, depending on the situation, sometimes the submissive, sometimes the hot dominate bitch with the long high heels and the three pronged whip," she smiled seductively, biting down on the edge of her lip, eyes piercing deeply through the camera.

"My name is Shashi; Shashi Savory, and this... this is my story.