Chapter 2: Building Tension
The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets of Sydney. Priya walked briskly, her heels clicking against the pavement as she made her way to Alistair’s office. She could feel the weight of his business card in her pocket, a physical reminder of the night before. She was a mix of nervous excitement and apprehension, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. The city buzzed around her, the hum of traffic and the chatter of passersby doing little to calm her nerves.
She reached the towering glass building that housed Thorne & Associates, her reflection staring back at her from the polished doors.
She took a deep breath and pushed through, entering the lobby where a receptionist looked up from her desk. "I'm here to see Alistair Thorne," Priya said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.
The receptionist smiled, her eyes flicking over Priya's casual attire. "Do you have an appointment?" she asked, her gaze lingering on Priya's bare legs and the hint of cleavage visible through her low-cut top.
Priya shook her head. "No, but I'm sure he'll see me," she said, her voice confident.
The receptionist raised an eyebrow but picked up the phone, her gaze never leaving Priya.
"Alistair, there's a Priya here to see you," she said into the receiver. There was a pause before she looked up at Priya, a hint of surprise in her eyes. "He says to send you right up."
Priya gave her a small smile and walked towards the elevators, her heels clicking on the marble floor. The doors slid open, revealing an empty cabin. She stepped inside and pressed the button for the top floor, the numbers above the door lighting up as she ascended.
The elevator was silent, the air a bit stale, but Priya could still smell the faint scent of Alistair's cologne lingering from last night. It was a comforting smell, reassuring.
The doors slid open, revealing a large, open-plan office space. The walls were lined with glass windows, offering a panoramic view of the city skyline. The sun was dipping lower now, casting the room in a warm, golden glow.
Alistair was standing by the window, his back to her. He was dressed in a crisp, tailored suit, his hair perfectly coiffed. He turned as she approached, a smile spreading across his face.
"Priya," he said, his voice a low rumble. "It's good to see you again."
Priya extended her hand, but Alistair ignored it, instead pulling her into a hug. She stiffened for a moment before relaxing into his embrace. It had been a long time since she'd felt so comforted, so protected.
"What can I do for you, Priya?" Alistair asked, stepping back and gesturing for her to sit down in one of the plush chairs arranged in front of his desk. She perched on the edge of the seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
"I...came to talk to you about what you said last night. That you may be able to help me” she said.
Alistair sat down across from her, his elbows resting on the arms of his chair. He steepled his fingers, his eyes never leaving hers. “What do you need help with, Priya?” he asked, his voice soft yet firm. The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the office, the city lights beginning to twinkle in the distance.
Priya looked down at her hands, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need money, Alistair. I'm drowning in tuition fees, rent, and I can't keep up with the workload at the bar.
It's not sustainable, and I'm scared I won't be able to finish my degree," Priya admitted, her eyes welling up. She was not one to show vulnerability, but the weight of her circumstances was crushing her.
Alistair's expression softened. He reached across the desk, covering her hands with his own. "Hey, it's okay. You're doing the best you can, and that's admirable. But you're right, it's not sustainable.
And you're not the type to back down from a challenge," Alistair said, his voice gentle but firm. "I told you yesterday, Priya, I can help. But you have to understand, if you accept my help, there will be... conditions."
Priya looked up at him, her eyes searching his face. "What kind of conditions?" she asked, her voice wary.
Alistair hesitated, his fingers tightening around hers. "I'm married, Priya. I have a wonderful wife, and I love her very much. But there's a side of me, a primal part of me, that I can't express with her.
It's not about sex, per se, but about power, about control. It's a part of me that I've kept locked away, hidden even from myself, until I met you. You bring that part of me out, Priya. You make me want to explore it, to indulge in it. And I think, I hope, that you want to explore it too."
Priya's breath hitched in her chest, her heart pounding wildly. She had never heard Alistair speak like this before, his voice raw and honest. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and searching. She knew exactly what he was talking about, exactly what he meant.
“Will it involve a lot more of what happened at the pub.. you giving me bundles of 100’s” she laughed.
“Well yes, after you’ve earned them. Your mouth does a well enough job, but I won’t be as one dimensional with you, it will be something for all of your young senses” he assured her.
Priya's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with visions of what he might mean. She had never explored this side of herself before, but there was something about Alistair that drew her in, that made her want to explore the darker, more primal parts of herself.
"What do you want from me, Alistair?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Alistair leaned forward, his eyes intense. "I want you to be mine, Priya. Completely. I want to teach you, to guide you, to help you discover the power within you.
I want to help you explore that side of yourself that you've been hiding, the side that craves control, that longs for submission, that desires to be used and adored in equal measure," Alistair said, his voice low and intense.
Priya felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She had always been drawn to older men, to men who exuded power and authority. Alistair was both of those things, and more. He was her professor, her benefactor, her potential lover. And he was offering her a world she had only ever glimpsed in her wildest fantasies.
“I think I can consider it, but I need a day to think” she said.
“Of course, if you do think of going ahead with it. My office will email you the address to my daughter’s engagement party” he made a face. “Come so I may have the missus familiarise herself with you, my student intern, it will help explaining the after hours you will be spending or when you will visit my home” he said thoughtfully.
“Ok, I understand” she said. Although she understood very little.
As she got up to leave, he spoke again.
“Priya, that’s a lovely dress you wore today” he said looking at the simple halter neck cotton white dress Priya was wearing, her hair in a lazy pony tail, lips jus with a hint of gloss. She had worn no bra to hold up her very supple smaller C cups on her swim body they sat perfect. She hadn’t worn any panties either but Alistair didn’t know that part.
“Thank you” she said truly flattered.
“Do you mind undoing the back and showing me your tits before you leave?” He asked casually. Priya froze, surprised by his blunt request. She swallowed hard, her mind racing. She knew she could say no, could turn around and walk out of the office right now. But there was something about Alistair, something that drew her in, that made her want to please him.
"Priya?" he prompted, his voice soft but firm. She took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she reached behind her back and undid the halter tie of her dress. The fabric fell away, revealing her bare shoulders and the swell of her breasts. She turned to face him, her eyes downcast, her heart pounding in her chest.
“They’re so supple, you have a very tight, young body. Then Indian genes” he laughed.
She stood there head down, not knowing how to react.
“Priya, do you want to make a couple of extra bucks, like arvo” he asked in a very Aussie accent.
“What do you need” she asked getting to the point.
“Stay like that have a drink with me, pour us both some whiskey” he pointed at his minibar at the edge of his office. Priya hesitated for a moment but complied, pouring them both a glass of the amber liquid. She handed him his glass, her nipples pert and visible through the thin fabric of her dress, her skin flushed. She sat down on the edge of his desk, her legs crossed at the ankles, the dress riding up slightly to expose her thighs.
Alistair took a sip of his whiskey, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every inch of her. “You’re a beautiful woman, Priya. And you’re not just beautiful on the outside. You’re smart, ambitious, driven. Now give me your glass, get on your knees and open your mouth wide” he said suddenly commanding.
Priya knew this was a test, to see if she was even worth the trouble. She knew she could refuse, but there was something in Alistair's voice, something commanding, something that made her heart race and her body tingle. She handed him her glass, slowly getting down on her knees on the plush carpet. She opened her mouth wide, her eyes meeting his, her breath hitching in her chest.
Alistair looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. Alistair undid his pants and took out his old hairy penis, she had serviced it the night before. She wondered what was next when he positioned it right at the edge of her open mouth, semi hard resting on her fat lower lip. And then he poured the whiskey over it and it poured down his dick into her mouth as she drank and swallowed the bitter liquid. She could taste him, the whiskey and him, the tangy saltiness of his skin. She looked up at him, her eyes watering slightly, her lips coated in the amber liquid.
"Good girl," Alistair praised, his voice hoarse. He stroked her cheek, his thumb wiping away a stray tear. “Now, clean me up with your mouth and leave, I have a client coming in” he said matter of factly.
Priya looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. She hadn’t expected this, but she complied without a word, leaning forward and licking his shaft clean of the whiskey and her saliva. She made sure to lick every drop, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, tasting him fully.
Alistair groaned softly, his hand tangling in her hair as she worked. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re a natural, Priya,” he said, his voice hoarse. “A natural dick licker” he said.
She popped off his manhood and smiled. “I’m from a scheduled caste in India, us Dalits are generationally told we need to respect the hierarchy. The. Brahmins for generations have fucked our women, I mean most of us were Brahmins, I mean our women had more Brahmin semen in them then their husbands” she said her eyes welling up th le trauma showing. “But we know how to serve, you white people are the Brahmins of this land, a Dalit has no right but to serve” she concluded.
Alistair couldn’t get much of what she said, but he liked the idea of her coming from a generation of slavery and enjoyed the idea of her having it run in her family. He wanted to know more to exploit it. Another day he would.
“You better get going but I wanna know more about you, your life in india” he said. He was about to say more, but his phone rang. He picked it up, his face softening as he looked at the screen. It was his wife, calling to check up on him.
"I have to take this, Priya. We'll continue our discussion later," he said, his voice gentle. Priya nodded, knowing her time was up. She stood up, her dress still undone, her breasts bare. She didn't bother to tie it back up, instead, she bent down and picked up her bag from the floor, her ass on full display.
Alistair watched her, his eyes dark with desire.
"I'll see you soon, Priya," he said, his voice husky. She turned to leave, her hips swaying gently as she walked towards the elevator, her dress still undone, her breasts fully visible.
As the elevator doors closed, Priya let out a shaky breath. She had done it. She had shown him her body, had let him use her, had done as he commanded. And she had felt something, a spark, a connection. She wasn't sure what it was, but she knew she wanted more.
Over the next few days, Priya found herself thinking about Alistair constantly.