Dangerous Schemes

Janice Archer swished her ample bottom as she strolled through the bar. Spotting Dak Bridges nursing his club soda and gin, she smiled. Her skirt was tight and short, her lipstick red, her red hair wild, and her bosomy torso as abundantly displayed as the rest of Janice’s flesh. Freckles, dazzling green eyes and a smile that went on for weeks told volumes about Janice’s bright disposition and lust for sensual things. Above all, she was a sensuous woman, daring the world to gawk at her glorious features. She made a habit of winking at men, suggesting that they might want to get to know her better. She was winking at Dak now.

“Damn, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” he exclaimed. He almost forgot to mute his enthusiasm for her under the mask of his dominant persona.

“And for horny ones too,” she whispered to him breathlessly.

“Sit down,” he said, pulling out a chair.

Janice obliged him. Squirming onto her seat, she watched as Dak’s eyes traveled to her derriere. Like jump-starting an engine, her sexual one was idling fast.

“Glad you could meet me again,” he said. “I ordered you lemonade and vodka, that is what you drink?”

Perfect,” she answered. “And why wouldn’t I meet you? We had such a good time on our last appointment, short as it was.”

Dak Bridges considered Janice Archer one of his better finds. He wasn’t sure how submissive the woman was, but she had a burning need to be spanked, and he was perfectly willing to accommodate that need, and good deal more. He had plans for the redheaded vixen that could make them both some money while they took a rollicking joy-ride into one uproarious sexual diversion after another.

“So, that sassy ass of yours ready for another trip over my lap?” he asked.

“My sassy ass is already burning,” she replied.

“Before I’ve even done a thing?”

“Well, isn’t your hand itching for a good spanking?” she suggested to him.

“My hand can’t wait,” he said. “But I should warn you, you’ll get more than my hand on your hot ass this time.”

“Ooo,” she purred, lips puckering. “I should worry?”

“Yes, you should. I’ll add some pain to match the bright mess I’m going to make of your rear.”

With every weighted comment he made, her heart was skipping beats, beginning to pound so hard that she could feel it in her crotch and everywhere else.

“So, perhaps you should tell me what naughty things you’ve done this week,” Dak suggested.

Janice sipped her drink through the tiny cocktail stra