Lost Ch. 02

You can read this as a standalone story.

Dedicated to Boxwood and to all the Daniels in the world who are looking for their Briana.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

Chapter Two

It was a cool night in downtown Philadelphia. Daniel Ackerson, a middle aged recently divorced executive who was in Philly on business, had stumbled into Drake’s, a private club for the sexually adventurous, based on a recommendation from Joey, a bartender at his hotel. The bartender didn’t disclose the nature of Drake’s “specialty,” only that it was a bar he thought Daniel would enjoy.

Upon entering the club, he was met by the owner, Briana Drake, a tall, self-confident blonde who had a penchant for “lost” men like Daniel. Within a few short minutes, Briana had brought him to his knees in his new business suit in an alleyway adjacent to Drake’s and enticed him to masturbate for her. He caught his ejaculate in his hand and eagerly lapped it up while staring at her sumptuous bare breasts. He knew his life would never be the same. Daniel discovered to his surprise he harbored a submissive streak that Joey adeptly spotted it while conversing with him at the bar. Joey knew it because he too belonged to Briana.

Having now experienced the bliss of submission, Daniel realized his former life – – a bland and colorless life he’d carefully constructed to mask his true feelings and desires – – was over. His new life would be defined by Briana.

Daniel felt drained, both physically and emotionally. After their intense moments in the alley, Briana had already re-clasped her bra and buttoned up her blouse. She didn’t look any worse for wear. She was stunningly beautiful. She knew it and Daniel knew it.

Daniel was truly starstruck by Briana. He wasn’t alone. Drake’s was known in Philly as the place to meet dominants and submissives. Briana had many subs, some regular and some occasional such as Daniel’s bartender Joey. This was her sport, and she used her scouts like Joey to refer men to her establishment. Joey wasn’t compensated, at least not in the traditional sense. He simply wanted the occasional opportunity to be Briana’s slut.

So Daniel was her latest. His submissive act of masturbation in a public alley in his expensive suit betrayed the darkness that dwelled deep within his soul. Briana collected men like that. Men who realized they needed to be controlled by a strong-willed woman to feel alive. She too felt alive with men like Daniel, the exercise of control being more satisfying than any physical sexual act.

Briana was a classic tall blonde with a sharp tongue, a cool demeanor, and the occasional flash of a hot temper. Most men, like Daniel, were bewitched by her alluring appearance and supreme self-confidence.

So there Daniel was, standing up in the alley, zipping up his pants and brushing off the loose stones that had stuck to his pant knees. There was an obvious tear in one of the knees and a large cum stain on the left front pocket. He wondered about the important meeting the next day that he was supposed to lead and the fact he’d only brought one suit. He’d have to wear his travel jeans instead. Then his mind snapped back to the present.

He watched Briana open the emergency exit to re-enter the bar and let the door “click” behind her. Daniel went to try the door handle to no avail. The door was locked. He was now faced with making a scene by pounding on the door or walking all the way around the building to the front entrance. In his current scruffy condition he opted for the latter.

He slunk in the shadows, embarrassed with wearing his soiled suit pants, looking more like a homeless person than a respectable executive. He wondered for just an instant how he’d gotten into his predicament, but then remembered Briana would be waiting for him inside and he had to get a move on. He went in the front door and Briana was there, waiting with a phone in her hand and looking serious. Daniel was going to be told the ground rules, which were her rules. She handed him a disposable phone, which had already been switched on.

“You’ve shown what you need, Daniel, and I’ll take you there on my terms. Keep this phone on, I’ll call you. I arranged an Uber to get you back to your Center City hotel. But remember, this is my club and we play by my rules. There’s only one rule. What I say goes. If you don’t want to obey, you can go back to your drab existence, jacking off to porn and wondering how your life got so shitty. You’ll answer after the first ring. If it rings twice, I’ll hang up and we’ll never see each other again.”

She stared down Daniel, whose eyes instinctively went to the floor. “Understood?”

For the first time, I understand. This is what I was meant to do.

“Yes,” he answered solemnly and confidently.

“Good, then you can go now. I’m sure your meeting with the Osborn Company will go well tomorrow, though I hope you’ve brought a second suit because I’m afraid you’ve ruined this one.”

Daniel looked down at his suit pants. No sane person would wear them as the keynote speaker in a heavily attended conference. Then it occurred to him that he’d never told Briana about the Osborn meeting. He looked at her stunned.

“Run along,” she said, snapping his trance.

His expression was priceless when I mentioned the Osborn meeting. Won’t he be surprised when he finds out how I know?

Daniel’s mouth was still slightly agape, wondering how she knew. Briana had already turned around and was gone, behind the bar or into the back room; his last glimpse was the sexy sway of her hips and her long shapely legs and designer high heels. He stared at the phone he was holding and wondered exactly what the fuck he had gotten into.

* * *

Outside, the neighborhood street was dark and deserted, and he wasn’t familiar enough with the city to know exactly where he was. He looked both ways before he spotted a plume of exhaust and a black town car with the Uber sign behind its windshield that was idling at the curb across the street. He ran across the street and got into the rear passenger door.

“Ritz Carlton, please.”

The driver was a man, graying at the temples.

“Yes sir, I know. This ride is already paid for,” he said.

Daniel slouched in the plush leather seat, exhausted from the brief encounter and from cumming harder than he ever had before. He felt sleepy but frightened too. What dark ideas had Briana helped him discover in himself and where would they take him? He’d never masturbated in public and would have never dreamed of doing so in front of a woman he hardly knew. Not to mention eating his cum at her behest. Yet his body responded in a way he would have never expected. His heart was still pounding from the excitement.

He thought of Briana’s face and her commanding look, but then his mind went back to the most striking image — kneeling as she leaned over him, the sweet, inverted bell shape of her snow-white breasts hanging over him, just inches out of reach, and his focus on them as he came for her.

He was wanting her again as the car pulled up to his hotel and the doorman came over. Daniel had an embarrassing erection, and hunched over as he exited the car.

“Is everything OK sir?” the doorman asked, noticing Daniel’s awkward gait.

Daniel couldn’t suppress his erection, even the downer of thinking about the meeting he was going to have to present at in a few short hours without a decent pair of pants.

“I’m fine,” he said, still bent over.

The doorman suppressed a laugh. He finally realized the nature of Daniel’s dilemma when he noticed the pronounced bulge in Daniel’s pants.

“Have a good night sir.”

Daniel entered the hotel lobby, praying no one would be in there. But there was, and to his dismay he was spotted by a short redhead with pale white freckle covered skin, skinny legs and big tits holding a half empty martini glass in her hand. She was bubbly, attractive, and the organizer of the conference Daniel was speaking at. She was Melissa Osborn, the CEO of Osborn Enterprises. Any hope of tamping down his erection was lost. He had always secretly lusted after Melissa, divorced with a reputation for being promiscuous.

Daniel tried to straighten up so he could greet her. In the process, the erection in his pants became painfully obvious.

“Say,” said the vampy redhead, focusing on his crotch, “I guess you’re glad to see me.”

Daniel couldn’t exactly say that his erection wasn’t due to her, but because of Briana, and what she did to him and how she made him feel.

“It’s always good to see you Melissa.”

Daniel’s suitcoat was rumpled, but it was the long tear in his pants and the cum stain on it that caught her attention.

“Slumming it?” she asked.

Daniel could see that her eyes had gone from his erection to the tear in his pants. He was forced to lie about what happened.

“Umm . . . tripped over a crack in the sidewalk,” he said lamely. Melissa was no fool. The disheveled look, the rip in his pants, the mysterious stain, and his erection. He was up to no good.

Melissa and one of her girlfriends who worked at her company each had a bottle of expensive wine at dinner. Melissa was finishing up her second after dinner martini and was feeling no pain. She backed Daniel into a dark corner of the lobby and put her hand on his erection.

“I know where this belongs,” she whispered in his ear. Daniel could smell the alcohol on her breath. Her voice and her body were super sexy, and his penis responded in kind to her touch, throbbing in her hand.

“I’m sure you do,” Daniel croaked, making a feeble attempt to back away. Briana’s lesson in the alley showed Daniel that he was putty in the hands of an overly aggressive female. He was about to be taught another one.