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