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It’s too soon…and the wrong place…” He looked her up and down again, assessing but not judging. “Go to the bench over there, Vicki…and stand with your hands on your head.”
    It required several huge breaths for her to move. Her head seemed to spin. She’d never, ever in her life felt this excited before.
    Walking smoothly and with as much grace as she could, considering she was trembling like a fool, she obeyed him, while he strode purposefully to door and shot the bolt. For a large man he moved far more lightly and swiftly than she could herself.
    She’d barely had time to settle her linked hands on her head before he was back with her.
    Vicki fought for control as he circled her, his head tilted to one side as he studied every part of her body. No touching yet, but his strange eyes seemed to caress as much as they scrutinized.
    I wish I were slimmer. Tauter. Taller. I wish I’d put my best leotard on and not these ratty shorts.
    “You’re perfect, Vicki.”
    She nearly blurted out, “I beg your pardon?” but she knew somehow that she wasn’t expected to speak anymore. These were the rules. She had to be quiet, submissive and pliant. It wasn’t her place to question him.
    And yet her heart sang on hearing his praise.
    Then it leapt as he touched her.
    His fingertips settled delicately on her breasts, testing the flesh as he’d tested the rounds of her buttocks. He didn’t grab or knead, but a dart of pleasure sprang from beneath the featherlight contact and sped instantly to the hot niche between her legs.

    It took a supreme effort of will not to sway.
    “Exquisite.” His fingers moved on, cruising over her slightly clad body, gently saying hello to her shape.
    Vicki dare not look at him. It was forbidden to meet his eyes now he was her master. She trembled finely and studied the polished wooden floor of the gym as his hands slid beneath her vest, then her bra, to explore first one breast, then the other.
    Still studying the knots in the shiny wood, she moaned out loud.
    “Hush!”
    His explorations moved on, and his fingers slid inside her shorts and knickers from the back to fondle her buttocks. Vicki bit her lips as he began to handle her more vigorously, taking obvious pleasure in manipulating her rear. He didn’t touch her pussy, but the tips of his fingers brushed dangerously near to it.
    “Excellent.” Suddenly he was extremely close behind her. She could feel his breath flutter against the hair on the top of her head. “I think it’s time to begin, Vicki, don’t you?”
    Do I speak now?
    It seemed he wanted an answer.
    “Yes. Yes, I do.”
    “Wonderful.”
    As he removed his hands from inside her clothing, Red sounded happy. Joyous. Enthusiastic. And yet still there was the deep, deep thread of authority there.
    “Very well,” he said, stepping away from her, “I’d like you to take off your shorts and your panties. They’ll only get in the way from now on.”
    For a moment, Vicki’s nerve faltered. For a moment it was as if she was shifting to and fro between the special fantasy world and the real world. Red’s hand returned to her shoulder, gave it a quick squeeze, and she was strong again.
    Schooling herself not to fumble or get her ankles caught in them, she stepped out of her flimsy shorts and her even flimsier panties and kicked them both aside. As no instructions had been given about her socks and running shoes, she left them on.
    This is crazy. What am I doing?
    Again her nerve faltered and she tipped between the two worlds. Again, Red steadied her, a gentle hand against her cheek.
    “Hold fast, Vicki.” His low voice imbued her with all the courage she needed.
    A moment later he was touching her again, hands returning to her bottom. Her naked bottom. He wasn’t looking at her, neither her pussy nor the flesh he was handling. No, his perceptive eyes were locked all the time with hers, monitoring her reactions as his fingers gauged the firmness and resilience of her