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everywhere.
    How would he be picking her up? In
his white Beemer?
    It was 6.05, and she was starting
to panic. What if he had forgotten about her? What if he decided not to turn up
because she was too needy? She shouldn’t have hung around in the lecture hall
for him. She had probably frightened him away. I don’t want an emotional
relationship, she could almost hear him saying.
    Then a black limousine drew up.
It stopped right in front of her. It had one of those automatic doors which
slid open.
    The driver slid his window down.
“You Kate Penney?”
    “Uh, yes.”
    Where was Rust?
    “I’ve been sent to pick you up by
Professor O’Brien. Please step in.”
    Oh. He was giving her the first
class treatment now. This was unexpected. Kate was both astonished and pleased.
    She stepped into the back. Rust,
of course, was nowhere to be seen. The door slid shut behind her. The driver
stepped on the gas pedal and they drove off.
    Are we going somewhere nice? Kate wondered.
    They were barely two minutes into
the ride when the driver half-turned back and handed her an envelope.
    “This is for you, Ms. Kate.”
    She took it. It was an embossed
white envelope with a white tiger upon it. There was no doubt who it was from.
    “Am I supposed to open it?” she
asked.
    “Yes.”
    With trepidation, she tore the
envelope open. She was afraid it might say: ‘I’m sorry I can’t join you
tonight, but have one on me.’
    She was afraid of being stood up.
    There was a note inside the
envelope. It said:
     
    ‘DARLING KATE,
     
    LET’S SEE HOW WELL YOU CAN FOLLOW
INSTRUCTIONS.
     
    ARE YOU WEARING PANTIES? IF YOU
ARE, TAKE THEM OFF NOW.
     
    RUST.’
     
    Uh, she was wearing panties. She
was wearing them just in case they needed to go out for dinner and her skirt
was rather short. It was just in case she dropped something and had to bend
over to pick it up, so it was best not to be too exposed.
    She looked at the back of the
limo driver’s head. Was this a test? Was he supposed to report back to Rust if
she didn’t do as she was instructed?
    Uh . . .
    She could do this. She had come
so far with Rust. They had come so far together.
    She reached down and hiked up her
skirt to the top of her thighs. She was shielded from the driver’s gaze by the
front seat, but she wasn’t sure if there was a camera trained on her. She
hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled the flimsy fabric off her hips
and down her legs. She wriggled them off her feet.
    There. Mission completed. The
driver didn’t turn once. She stuffed the rolled up wad of panties into her
purse.
    “Have you done it, Miss?”
    Huh? The driver knew what Rust
requested her to do?
    “Um, yes.”
    “Good. I am instructed to give
you another envelope.” He handed her yet another embossed one.
    With trepidation, she took it and
opened it. She hoped Rust was not going to ask her to expose herself to the
driver. Frankly, she wouldn’t put anything past him.
    This time, the note said:
     
    ‘VERY GOOD, KATE. I LOOK FORWARD
TO SEEING YOU WITHOUT YOUR PANTIES. NOW THE DRIVER WILL TAKE YOU SOMEPLACE
SPECIAL. BE SURE TO FOLLOW FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS WHEN YOU GET THERE.
     
    RUST.’
     
    OK. No exposure. Yet.
    “Where are we going?” Kate piped up
timidly.
    “It’s a surprise, Miss. I’ve been
told not to tell you until we get there.”
    Great. Rust was really laying the
mysterious date thing on thick. She was flattered. Very flattered. This might
be an elaborate fuck game, but it showed he cared enough about it to arrange
everything. Or maybe she was kidding herself that he cared. Maybe he just liked
mind games. Domination and submission games, that was all.
    The limo purred down the streets,
stopping at traffic lights and going again. Kate had never been in a car ride
this smooth before. Her lack of underwear was beginning to tell on her. Her
pussy – bare under her short skirt – was leaking. She was careful
to sit with her legs closed tightly lest the driver should turn

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