Free Devious Submission - Episode 1 (An Erotic Thriller) by Marlene Sexton

The limousine arrived right on time at my apartment. I was so nervous. I’d been invited to Nathan Remington’s home in the Hamptons. I checked my hair and makeup in the mirror and walked out the door. I was dressed just as he’d requested. White satin garter belt, sheer white, full-fashioned stockings, a silver dress that seemed just a little too tight and matching silver high-heeled sandals. No bra, no panties, no purse or phone. He was very specific, even sending the lingerie, dress and heels to my apartment that afternoon by courier.
    I was to be his “date” for the evening, though we weren’t going out. The limo driver didn’t say a word as he drove me to Mr. Remington’s private hanger at the airport. Neither did the pilot of Mr. Remington’s private jet. I felt strange sitting alone in the cabin of the jet as we flew from Philadelphia to Long Island. At the small airport, another limo was waiting and again the driver didn’t utter a word. It was unnerving and I had the feeling they were used to this kind of thing.
    After a short drive, we arrived at Mr. Remington’s secluded retreat on the shores of Long Island Sound. He lived in Philadelphia at times to attend to business but this was his home. The guard on duty opened the heavy iron gates and let us in. We proceeded down a long driveway and then rounded a circular drive and parked near the front door of the mansion. Finally, the young driver broke his silence. “Miss, the front door is open. Go inside, take a seat in the parlor to your left and wait there. Good luck,” he said.
    Good luck? That made me even more nervous. Mr. Remington had invited me to his penthouse office at his company’s headquarters where I worked a week ago. I’d never met him, but he seemed to know me. I knew he owned Global Communications International, where I worked as a receptionist in the marketing department. I knew he was one of the wealthiest men in America. I also knew he had a penchant for young girls even though he was married.
    I had my share of sex, but I usually didn’t do things like this. On the other hand, I wasn’t stupid. A hundred grand was a lot of money for having sex with a man like Mr. Remington but I had ulterior motives for agreeing to his bargain. Sleeping with him could get me more than his generous payment. I could set myself up for life if I played my cards right. If that meant I needed to submit to his twisted desires, so be it. This was too big an opportunity pass up.
    I went inside as directed by the driver and took a seat in the parlor. The house was big and reminded me of an old lodge. Suddenly I was keenly aware of how short my dress really was and how deeply the neckline plunged. I was also aware of how excited I’d become. Mr. Remington was in his early fifties, but he was still a sexy man. His short hair with gray on the sides, angular face with a trimmed beard with a streak of gray and athletic body were right up my alley, but it was his power that turned me on.
    What girl didn’t dream of making love to a man with real power? It wasn’t just the money. He influenced national politics and international markets. He was the head of a global corporation. He was one of the most powerful men in the world. Not only did the thought of having sex with him turn me on, I planned to turn this to my advantage. I wanted some of what Mr. Remington had.
    I grew up lower middle class, but I wanted more. My father had always told me that hard work and perseverance would pay off in the long run. Well, I wasn’t much for hard work or patience. I wanted it all and I wanted it now. I was nervous and excited, but I was lost in my thoughts, going over my plans in my head. If I could stay strong and see this through, it could pay off big.
    A beautiful, conservatively dressed woman interrupted my thoughts as she entered the room. She had shoulder length blonde hair curled under and was thin and fit. “So, you’re Nathan’s latest? Not bad, if a little