"Courtney" by NoBrute

* * * * * * * * Chapter 1

I will never forget the day. It was a rainy Manhattan morning when she came into my magazine's office to show her modeling portfolio. I thought I was actually developing something of an immunity to the endless stream of seemingly perfect young women trying to plead their way onto our fashion pages. I actually felt sorry for some of them, the ones who were indeed quite beautiful, but lacked that magic camera presence that would get them the big break they wanted so much.

With my 10 AM showing, however, there was no doubt. I knew before 10:01 that the tall, dark, supremely healthy looking young woman standing before me was magical and then some. The top of her head was adorned by shiny as silk straight black hair parted in the middle and caressing on two sides one of the most magnetic faces I had ever seen. Her large brown eyes were riveting with their clarity. Her luminous skin covered her modest but beautifully curved cheekbones. Her nose was cute without being overly girlish, but it was her mouth and lips that seemed best able to immediately focus the totality of my attention being drawn to her. Her lips were soft, full and symmetrical. Her perfect teeth were snow white, and the only lines on her face were two exquisite, long dimples that suddenly appeared to increase the delight of her flawless smile.

She wore a black sleeveless shirt. You could see the outline of her shoulder and arm musculature without any threat of excess bulk detracting from her femininity. She obviously ate right and exercised regularly, as they say. Her breasts were round, proud and in perfect proportion for a basically slender young woman. They demanded attention but at the same time were so perfectly matched to the rest of her young body that they seemed to do nothing as much as draw you into the total package. She wore jeans, which is unusual for a portfolio showing, and it spoke to a well justified internal confidence. I had never seen any woman who could command every line and crease of Guess Who jeans into perfection. A virtual symphony of straight lines and curves that sang out her female virtues the same way that Pavoratti would sing an aria. Every fold was perfect, but the part covering her high, proud ass cheeks was creaseless. Her firm young glutes held camp magnificently beneath the seemingly glowing denim, with perfect roundness and without the first hint of any excess body fat. Even the slight dip over her crack was highlighted magnificently Her entire lower body was as wondrous as you would expect something connected to the rest of her to be.

"Hello, I'm Courtney Synklar."

Her voice came across like soft brushed velvet. Mildly husky and alluring, but direct and with perfect diction. I had been working with female models for years now, and I thought it was impossible for me to be overwhelmed anymore. I was wrong.

We sat down and went over her portfolio. Although poorly shot and with the all the wrong clothes, it was obvious that this young woman had what it takes to light up a page. My only hope was that my reaction to her overwhelming sensuality was not equally as obvious. I imagined that all men she met were probably similarly affected, and perhaps it was nothing unusual or noticeable for her. As it turned out, I was again wrong.

It was almost a relief for me when her appointment time was up. She closed her book and almost knocked me over with a perfectly executed smile. Impossibly as it seemed, she was becoming more beautiful as time went by. Not wanting to overplay my hand from a professional standpoint, I gave her my card and told her that we would be in touch. She seemed to deliberately brush my hand as she took the card and I noticed that my hand absolutely tingled from her touch. She leveled me with yet another smile and turned to walk away slowly. I was positively stunned by the poetry of her ass and legs as she walked towards the door. As she was almost out, she suddenly turned towards me with a knowing smile that seemed to go right through me.

"Yes?" I asked,

"Oh, nothing," she seemed to grinned mischievously , "nothing at all."

She silently left and the door closed slowly behind her. I slumped in my seat with my head in my hand and tried to regain my composure. I had spent endless days looking at alluring pictures of sexy young models, but this girl was made up of something different. She was really gonna be a super star.

***

"Steve -- there's a Miss Synklar on the phone." The message on my intercom sent a jolt through my body. It had been two days since our meeting, but I had not yet felt ready to deal with this incredible vision. Now she was calling me. I cleared my throat and tried to still my racing heart as I picked up the phone.

"Hello, Courtney, how are you?"

"Fine, Steve, thank you for asking. I was wondering if you could do me a little favor." The sound of her clear, strong reassured voice again filled my mind with the vision of her magnificence, instantly wiping out 48 hours of hard fought denial. Favor... She had said something about a favor. I think I said "Yes" into the phone.

"Could you look at a new outfit I bought? I would really like your opinion. I'm in the neighborhood, I could be right down."

I wasn't ready to see her again, but I heard my voice say "Sure" into the phone. Well, maybe I'll see that she is merely human after all and I can get over this immature obsession, I thought hopefully.

Fifteen minutes later she was at my door again. I was surprised, however, in that she wasn't wearing any new fashion outfit, nor was she carrying anything. She majestically strode in wearing slacks and a sweater and took a seat across from my desk.

I started to make small talk but she suddenly cut me off.

"I should explain, Steve. Ever since I was a little girl, I know I have a strong effect on men. When I was eight years old this boy in my class volunteered to lie down in a mud puddle so that I could walk over him and not get my feet wet. I walked over him slowly and didn't even bother to say thanks. Ever since then I have been able to spot submissive men a mile away. I never miss, do I Steve?"

Every muscle in my body tensed up and I missed at least one breath. She was right, I had a submissive streak and had secretly visited professional dominatrixes, but found the experience unsatisfying. I kept that part of my life totally apart from my everyday life, and, up to now I had hoped, secret.

"Submissive? Well, I..um..what.." I was stammering now, unable to form a complete sentence. I felt small beads of perspiration forming on my forehead.

She looked at me ashen face and bowled me over with a major, knowing smile. Beautiful eyes flashing, skin glowing, exquisite dimples operating. A full assault that seemed to overpower me. She got up from her chair.

"Steve, I can feel your fascination with my ass as strongly as if someone was shining a light in my eyes. I'll now give you ten seconds to crawl over here, kneel down behind me and ask me politely if you may be allowed to kiss my ass." She focused her eyes to drill in her instructions, dazzling me.

"Wha..What are you..." my stammering went on, actually deteriorating in quality.

"Don't be a little fool" her crisp forceful tones easily brushed aside my weak whimpering, "do it now or forget about it forever. You have eight seconds left, Steve. Seven...." Her eyes held me captive, seeming to beam her words right into my brain, bypassing any part of me that might have been able to resist. I stood up.

"Crawl! You heard me! Six..."

I found myself on my knees, moving towards her. She kept her eyes on my me, as much to keep me in her spell as to monitor my progress. I crawled towards her, and noticed that she made no effort to turn or to make my humiliating trip easier in any way. I found myself kneeling behind her. The incredible sight of her perfect jeans clad backside now filled my entire field of vision. I could see every seam, every stitch. Up close, the irresistible appeal of her lower body seemed outright frightening..

"Do you have something you would like to ask me, Steve?"

My mouth was completely dry, but I managed to summon up the following words "Yes, may I please be allowed to kiss your ass?" I couldn't believe what was happening.

She turned suddenly. I felt an internal pain as her ass was removed from my sight.

"I don't think so." She reached down and pulled up my chin with her right hand so that I would get the full effect of her beaming eyes once again. "I just wanted to get all that out on the table so that we can do business in a more...direct ..manner from now on. I felt that the natural order of things needed to be established openly. Don't you agree? Don't you feel better already?"

"Yes", I said, the overbearing truth of what she had said being too strong to fight.

"I thought so. 3225 E 76th Street. Apartment 23A. Tonight, 9 PM. I'll have worked out and will be hungry, so bring me the Hunan bean curd with mixed vegetables and an egg roll from the Empire Hunan Palace on 81st street. I'll fill you in on some details then."

~Subject: Courtney 2-Femdom/Humil ~From: an169860@anon.penet.fi