THE DATING GAME PART 3 1 BODY LANGUAGE
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Margot knocked lightly at the office door that was half ajar. Mr. Caine looked up from his notes for the evening ESL class that he taught. While there were many classes of this nature in Budapest, his had a special cache associated with it. Many senior executives from firms all over the city sought credentials from the most advanced English course in the region. Top marks in the class usually paved the way to greater opportunities for the student, and the class was always overbooked. Mr. Caine liked keeping the class small to encourage greater participation and interaction with all students, and because of this, he was able to command a price far in excess of what other classes of this nature would cost. His students were typically a ‘who’s who’ of important business leaders in the city that wanted to refine their English language skills to near native perfection.
‘Come!’ Mr. Caine shouted at his door, and Margot ventured inside. He swung around in his chair to evaluate the disturbance and was struck by the sight in front of him. Standing before him was a young lady, a vision, perhaps 5’8′ with a wide, genuine smile and the most striking eyes he had seen. They shimmered in the light, seeming to change color from green to hazel, dependent on the angle. His eyes took her in, and she blushed as he stared hard. She wore a low cut, but professional, green blouse that covered, but did not hide, her impressive figure. Her black skirt and stockings were modest, yet alluring, and intrigued him deeply. Her dark hair was highlighted with red, and it made her the center of attention, he was sure, in any crowd.
‘Mr. Caine? Sir? Hello! I’m Margot. I think your assistant let you know to expect me?’ she spoke in a bright, happy tone. Her Hungarian accent delighted him, and he had still not blinked since she entered.
‘Yes. Yes, Miss…Janis?’ he pronounced as though she were French.
‘You are close, sir! It’s ‘Yanis’ but I sometimes wish I could tell people I was French!’ she beamed.
Her smile was infectious. He couldn’t help but smile back. ‘Well how can I help you Miss Janis? What brings you by? Please, have a seat.’ he offered, gesturing to a seat next to him and standing.
His eyes didn’t leave her as she sat, and crossed her long, toned legs. She could feel the heat of his stare and his bright blue, intelligent, playful eyes that did not waver from her.
‘Well sir, I’m sorry very much to trouble you but I think perhaps you are the only one that can help me. I tried to register for your class, the only one that fits in my schedule, but I see that it is closed.’
‘Yes,’ he began slowly ‘tell me why you’re so interested in this class. There are many others of course.’
‘Well,’ she offered ‘I hear you are the best…I mean…that it is the best!’ she blushed. ‘It has always been my dream to travel to the US someday and work, but I don’t think my English is good enough to work in an American office. And definitely my writing. I am hoping with your guidance I could improve!’
Margot delighted him immediately. ‘From your introduction, your English sounds quite good. I could definitely see placing you in my advanced course, but as you say, it’s quite full at the moment.’
‘Yes, I know. And there is one more thing.’ She sounded a bit emotional as she continued, ‘The price of the course, it is a full year’s salary for me…’
‘Ah. Yes, I’m sorry about that. I take very few students, and usually it is paid by the students’ corporate sponsor, or they are quite affluent. Would your company consider sponsoring you?’
‘No. No. They are great, but they do not budget for such things. I was hoping I could come here…and ask…no, I apologize. It was not fair of me to ask.’ She stood in some embarrassment and gathered herself up, hurrying toward the door. He thought he could see moisture and emotion in her beautiful eyes as she turned away from him. He rose, and closed the distance between them before she reached the door.
‘Margot, wait! Why is this so important to you? Why this class? Why now? There must be more to it than what you’re telling me.’ He placed his hand over hers and she did not pull away. She looked up at him and met his gaze for a moment, then looked back down at their hands.
‘I…I have a husband. But I am not happy. We have two daughters. But I want a better life for them. And for me. But it is impossible. With the certification from this class, maybe I could apply for jobs in America. But I was stupid to come here. Why am I telling you this? Now I am ashamed and stupid. Things cannot change for me.’
‘Margot…I…I’m sorry. I…’ He looked into her big beautiful eyes. They were full of emotion and the loss of hope. He couldn’t bear to see her in pain. Without thinking he touched her face and wiped a single tear from her cheek. She trembled to his touch, and looked down again at their hands. Then she ran, out the door and into the night.
Mr. Caine sat back down at his desk, his heart pounding, and considered a moment. Then he picked up the phone…
Margot sat at her computer the next day at work. Life seemed daunting. She dreaded the weeks and months to come. She was uncertain how to move forward with her divorce. She was separated, but life was complicated, and days as a working professional and mother ate up all her time. Her face was hot thinking about how she had humiliated herself the night before in front of Mr. Caine. He was like some kind of rock star professor and film producer, and she didn’t know what to say to him once she was there. She couldn’t help but stare at his eyes, the way he looked at her, and so she must have sounded like a fool. Maybe she didn’t deserve anything more than this. She was just a stupid girl with impossible dreams.
‘Margot, messenger delivery for you!’ the receptionist called out and she came over with a box. Margot opened it, and found inside several English text books, and a few novels, printed in English. On top was a note:
Dear Margot,
Looks like I found you! I’m glad. Everything you need to begin class tonight. We start at 7. Don’t be late! See me after class to discuss the details.
JC
She smiled, but on the inside she didn’t feel she deserved his gift. She would have to tell him she couldn’t accept this kindness. Still, she would attend class at 7. It was too good an opportunity to pass up to sit in on this legendary class.
She burst through the door at 7:03. Everyone was seated in a semi circle as Mr. Caine had begun pacing back and forth telling a joke of some sort about life in America. He looked up and caught his breath as Margot made quite an entrance, dropping all her books all over the floor as she entered. He crossed the room and smiled as he began picking them up for her. ‘Aiee!’ she cried as she gathered them all up. ‘I am so sorry to be running late, sir. I was stuck on a call, and then the train took forever…and I did not have a bag for all these…’ she went on, imagining they were alone in the room, all while ten well dressed strangers looked on.
‘Don’t worry about it. Don’t worry about it. Here I saved you a seat.’ he gestured to the seat at the front of the semi circle nearest him. She sat down blushing hard and looked around the room at the other students, and smiled. She received warm regards from everyone in the class, a mix of important professional men and women from around the city, she would learn later. She felt out of place, but she wasn’t sure she was staying after all. She wasn’t sure she belonged.
The class was everything she had heard and more. Mr. Caine used quite a great deal of pop culture as he lectured, providing what he called ‘cultural capital’ that he expressed would help his students converse easily with Americans in the workplace. As the class wrapped up, Margot stayed behind and gathered her things. She wanted to stay in the class very badly, but wasn’t sure how she could afford such a th
ing. Also, there seemed to be a lot of homework. She wasn’t quite sure when she would have time to write so much!
‘So Margot, how did you enjoy the class? Planning on staying with us?’
‘Sir, it was amazing. You were…it was…great. But I came to talk to you about this. I cannot pay more than a small amount of the fee. You are too generous…’ she offered as they walked back to his office.
‘Well, I had some ideas about that. You see, my assistant here is my professional assistant only, and your English is much better than hers anyway. I could use a personal assistant and TA for the class, and someone to help with my other projects – I’m producing two films this year, and you could make my life easier in general. Also, my Hungarian is atrocious as you can imagine, and it would help me greatly to have someone here in the city to help out with everything. And there is one more thing – you must hear it all the time, but you are quite stunning. Because of the circles I travel in here, I often have need of a date for professional functions, and you would make an excellent companion, I must say. You seem intelligent and refined, and would make me look quite good to ‘society’! In exchange for all this, your place in the course will be free and you may still earn your certificate in the end as any other student. What do you think?’
She was so touched by this offer, but was more thinking how he had called her stunning! She didn’t believe it, but she felt it was very kind, and knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. ‘How can I say no? This is so great I cannot believe it!’
‘Fantastic. Come by class early tomorrow and we’ll get started reviewing my schedule and seeing where you can pitch in. Margot, I’m so glad to have you with me. I think this will be very beneficial for both of us.’
Margot walked out into the cold night air still feeling her heart beating. As she drove home, she kept thinking about Mr. Caine’s eyes, and his kindness to her, and what he said about her appearance. It was just one compliment, but she was very happy he offered it. She wanted very badly to do a good job for him and keep him happy with her performance. She thought about one more thing as she arrived back at home. She had mentioned in their first meeting that she was married, but not separated, and Mr. Caine had not asked what her husband would think of her having to escort him to his private functions. He didn’t seem to think anything of it at all, and that was fine with her! She would make sure she was early to class the next day…
Over the next three weeks, Margot settled into her two new roles, that of student, and personal assistant to Mr. Caine. He asked that she call him Jay, but she usually called him sir. It felt right to her. He was a strong masculine presence, and he was often too kind to her. She felt he was protecting her with his generosity. He asked very little of her as far as her duties as his assistant. She made some calls to local cast and crew and conducted some of his business in Hungarian that would have otherwise posed a challenge. She read him some documents, translating as she went. He marveled at having her around the office on the weekends, and often found reasons for her to be around. But he was behaving very professionally.
For the most part, he asked only that she accompany him to two functions in three weeks, a film premiere with cocktails afterwards, and a dinner party. She made extra efforts to look appealing, not wanting to let him down with her appearance. He introduced her at both events as his TA, and was very attentive and complimentary to her throughout the evenings. He placed his hand on her back once, during conversation with others, and a small jolt traveled through her body and down to her pussy, making it instantly dance. Their chemistry together was so obvious, every student in the class knew it. There were bets on how quickly they would begin fucking, and some were amazed it hadn’t happened yet. She quickly began to fantasize about him in the evenings when she was alone in bed, but she didn’t dare say anything to him in person. She could only work hard and hope that he would find another reason to playfully scold her.
This occurred because her work as student was less than satisfactory, and she felt quite guilty about this. There was so much homework, and she didn’t always have time to complete it. He felt that she was his best student, and quick to learn, but because of the incomplete assignments, she was nearly failing. The written assignments were supposed to count for most of the grade.
‘We have to find a way to get those scores up, Margot.’ he said one day after class in his office, ‘You’re doing great in the class, but are running late on three of five essays.’ he said with a smirk. He knew he would never hold her to the homework but he liked their banter around this subject. She was always so humble and apologetic, and never once tried to use their special relationship to get out of work or make excuses.
‘I’m so sorry sir. My husband was supposed to pick up the girls last night, but he did not, and we did their homework instead of mine. I’m so sorry.’ she looked down at the floor, upset that she had disappointed him again. ‘Perhaps I can do something to make it up to you, perhaps work on the weekend?’ she said quietly, not daring to look up.
Jay moved closer to her. She thought she knew why he was holding back. He seemed perfectly able to take what he wanted if he wanted her. She knew she would let him have whatever he wanted from her, and she was sad that he didn’t want her. She thought maybe she had disappointed him at the dinner two nights before, or that he didn’t find her attractive enough. She choked up a little as she knew she had a sincere crush on this amazing man that didn’t want her.
‘Margot, I have to tell you something…’ he started. A little voice in her head told her she wasn’t good enough for him, or attractive enough, and that he was going to let her go. She had failed to please him and wasn’t even doing that well in the class. She was his for the taking, and he had been professional the entire time. She knew he was single and enjoyed women, so the only explanation was her. Her eyes welled up with tears.
He touched her face for the first time in weeks, since that first night in his office and moved her face up to look into his eyes. ‘Margot, I have to let you know…that I don’t think we can do this.’
‘I know.’ she said ‘I have been hoping, but I know that I am a disappointment.’
‘No, you don’t know anything. Let me finish.’ he sighed. He sat down with her on the sofa in his office and took her hands in his. ‘Margot, I have gotten to know you in the past three weeks, and it has been so wonderful. You are such a sweet girl, and the truth is that I am very attracted to you. I have been doing my best to keep things professional between us, but I am at the point I can no longer resist my urges. But I have to protect you. From me. I’m broken. The things I want from a woman. The things I need from a woman. They are shameful things. You’re too good for me. You don’t want to be with a man like me.’
‘What…what kind of things?’ she looked into his blue eyes, lost. Her mind was reeling. He is attracted to me, and he can’t resist anymore? Her heart was racing.
‘I don’t even want to say. You would hate me, and lose respect for me. The way I treat women. You deserve better. I can’t make my relationships work. It’s quite lonely. I can only find sexual gratification with a slut or a whore, and you are one of the sweetest, kindest girls I have ever met. My desires for you could never be fulfilled. It is an impossible dream to be with you.
‘Sir, I…I don’t know what to say. But perhaps I can tell you something if you listen to me now?’
‘Of course, Margot, I’m so sorry to dump all of this on you. Go ahead.’ He held her hand tightly.
She began a story she had never told anyone, ‘I was married very yo
ung, and do not have a lot of experience, with sex. I was separated several months ago from my husband, and have only been on a few dates since then. But there are some things I think about. I have seen them in porn movies I watched, but I was always so ashamed of everything I was thinking. I did not know if my thoughts were normal, or awful, and I was usually scared to imagine doing anything like that. And I was married, so there were not many opportunities…to explore. My husband was not interested in any of my fantasies, so I remained ashamed.’
‘What…what fantasies?’ Jay’s mouth was dry. His dream girl might be within reach. His hopes lifted.
‘I…do not want to say. Not yet. I am still ashamed. But…Sir, if you want me, then have me. I am yours. I have thought of nothing but pleasing you lately. It would make me happy to be what you need. A slut. A whore. Or your sweet girl. Take what you need from me. Teach me what you need…and how to please you. Do not think that I will say no to anything. Just enjoy.’
Jay didn’t wait a moment longer. Weeks of frustration washed away as he pressed his lips against hers. His hand moved to the side of her neck as he held her face to his. She had dreamed of this at night. She couldn’t believe what he had told her! He wanted her, and perhaps she could be free to be someone new with him, to learn what she had been missing for two decades. She felt the wetness in her pussy just thinking of it. She ached, and hoped he would touch her there soon. He kissed her for long minutes, passionately and insistently. His every touch was full of emotion. He was in control of her at every turn. His hand moved to her throat as they continued to kiss. He applied light pressure as he stood, bringing her with him.
He pushed her back against his desk. She felt the edge against her thighs, just above her skirt hem line. His right hand remained on her neck, as his left moved to the top button of her blouse, just below her cleavage. Suddenly he jerked her blouse open, and the buttons went flying all over the floor. He reached behind her, and picked scissors up off the desk. She would have been terrified at this with anyone else, but she trusted him. He had been so kind and generous and tender with her, she felt she knew him. If he were going to hurt her, she would let him, trusting that he knew best.
In a swift motion, he cut he bra strap in the center, between her breasts. His right hand finally moved from her throat to push her back down into a sitting position on the desk, while pushing her skirt up. When it was bunched around her waist, he pinched at her thigh, pulling the fabric of her stockings from her skin, and with another stroke, he cut a hole in the thigh of her stockings. He took her stockings in both hands and tore them open, exposing her panties, and then used the scissors to cut them as well. Her pussy was bare, and soaking wet. He could see it glistening from where he stood. His hands went to her perfect tits and felt her skin, and began pinching her nipples.
‘Take my cock out. Now. I have to have you.’
‘Yes, sir.’ Margot replied, smiling, reaching down and unbuckling her mentor’s belt and unzipping his trousers. His cock sprang free, and she took it in her hand quickly, feeling the girth. God she needed this inside of her. She hoped he wouldn’t use a condom. She was ashamed at this thought, but had no time for that emotion as he dropped to his knees. ‘I have to taste you. I’ve been waiting too long.’ he said, as he dove in. His tongue ran up and down her slit, and he didn’t shy away from her ass either. She liked that, and already knew that Jay would have no hang-ups like the few other men she had been with. My god, what he was doing to her! His tongue pushed inside her pussy, and her ass as well, and went back and forth between them.
He rose and kissed her hard on the mouth, pushing his tongue against hers. She could taste herself on him. His right hand returned to her throat, and squeezed a bit harder this time. His left took hold of his cock and aimed it at her wet and willing cunt. He pushed inside and drove it up to the hilt. There was no condom, just as she dreamed. She moaned as he bottomed out in her and began thrusting in earnest. She had rarely felt this kind of passion in her lovemaking. Jay was devouring her with his eyes, his mouth, and his cock. She had always understood the distinction between making love and fucking, but this was something else. It was both at once. She felt like she belonged to him completely as he occupied her pussy. His cock was so hard as it impaled her, and her juices were running down the crack of her ass. She came hard, as he pushed his left thumb into her ass while he continued his assault on her pussy. Her juices gushed. Her breasts heaved. She started to have a bit of trouble breathing as he tightened his grip around her throat, but she enjoyed it. Whatever this man needed, she hoped she could provide.
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