May the Best Man Win.

He sighed inwardly as he stood listening to the conversation around him, drink in hand and boredom in his heart.  But he managed a polite smile when it was called for and let his eyes drift around the crowded room when it wasn't.

It was a big room, which was no surprise considering the size of this house.  The party it held had overflowed its banks somewhat and there were people crowded all over the place.  He doubted very much that the host knew how much his party had grown over the last hour.

With another silent sigh he looked about the room again, admiring the women in their designer dresses, some rather modest and some quite immodest in their design.  There were times he envied the fairer sex for their freedom to dress to suit their moods.  Being stuck in a tie and jacket was no joke sometimes.  Besides, women's wear being so varied left plenty of room for other additions.

He smiled and took a sip of his drink, which was when he saw her.  There were plenty of beautiful women in the room but his eyes were drawn to this one.  She was equally as tall as he, light complexioned, with straight blond hair that fell down her back.  He saw that she was wearing a silver, sequined gown that flowed down her body like liquid, ending at about mid-thigh.  The back of the dress didn't start until just above her butt, and he could see that her exposed back was flawless.  A pair of matching shoes and a jeweled choker completed her ensemble, and staring at her legs he could see that she wore no hose.

He smiled and turned his attention back to the small group of people he was standing with, and laughed when his host reached the punch line of whatever joke he had been telling.

When next he looked over at the woman, he saw that she too was involved with a small knot of people.  One big guy in particular seemed to be dominating her attention, and it was obvious to anyone who cared to watch that the guy was sneaking glances down the scoop front of the woman's dress.

He continued to watch her, admiring the graceful curve of her neck and the scintillating band that circled it, the not overly large bust, the line of her hip.  He could see that while she was paying attention to the big guy talking to her, she didn't really seem to be that interested.

He chuckled, realizing that she was just being polite as he was, and was probably just as bored.

And then she looked over at him.

Their eyes met for just a moment, and he saw a hint of amusement in them before she looked away.  She turned to face the big guy and continued to chat with him.

He stood still for a moment before making a decision.  It was time to end his boredom.
Without a word he walked across the crowded room until he stood behind her.

"Turn around," he said in a calm, firm voice.

The big guy she had been talking to looked up in surprise, while she turned her head to see who was speaking.

Their eyes met again, and this time she didn't look away as quickly.  He noticed a slight flush to her face; and she gave him an amiable smile before turning to face the big guy again.

"Turn around, now," he said firmly once more.

This time, the girl looked at him for a few seconds, before turning to face him, a puzzled look on her face.  "Do I know you?" she asked, her voice light and soft.

"Does it matter?" he answered, admiring her face.

The big guy moved between them.  "Hey, pal," he said, "the lady and I were talking!  Go take a hike!"

He looked the big guy in the eye, but decided not to answer.  He didn't think he needed to.  Instead, he moved so he could see the girl once more.  He gave her a frank, appraising look from her feet to the top of her head, and let his face show his approval of what he saw.  He smiled as she flushed once again, clearly embarrassed.

The big guy moved to block him.  It was evident the man was getting angry, "I said leave her alone, pal."

This time he looked the big guy over, and his smile wasn't one of approval.  "I think the lady can do better," he said calmly.

The little group with the girl had been watching this exchange, but with that remark others around them in the crowded room turned to see what was going on.

The big man blinked, evidently not used to people insulting him to his face.

"You'd better be careful, pal," he warned.

"I think I can take you.  How about a contest, with the lady as the prize?" he said, acting rather casual.

"No way, pal," said the big guy, "she's with me right now so I don't have to fight for her."

"Who said anything about fighting?  Besides, don't you think you can take me?"

The big man moved closer to him.  "I can take you," he said menacingly.

He looked into the big guy's face without any appearance of fear, "Then what are you worried about?"

The big guy gave him a puzzled look, which was interrupted by the soft voice behind him.

"Say guys, don't I get a say in this?" she asked, moving the two men apart.

The big guy grinned.  "Shit yeah," he said, "you tell this creep to go bye-bye."

She turned away from the big guy, and it appeared she was about to do just that.  But she stopped and met his eyes once more.  He looked confident, in charge, and she looked unsure as to what to say.

He shook his head, slowly.  "No, you don't decide, you don't talk," he ordered quietly.

She nodded.

He moved back a little and looked at her.  "You're a lovely woman, your legs are beautiful," he said. "please lift your left foot and stand on your right."

It was such an unusual request that everyone who heard it stopped talking and turned to look.  The young woman suddenly became the center of attention for that corner of the room and everyone wondered if she would do it.

The big guy wasn't quite so held back.  "You can't be serious?  That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!"

He kept his eyes on her, ignoring the big man.  "Lift your left leg," he ordered more firmly.

She swallowed, her eyes on his, and to everyone's astonishment, she lifted her left foot off the floor.

"Jesus, put your God damned foot down!" exclaimed the big guy loudly.  "Come on, let's get out of here and leave this freak!"

But she didn't move, although people could see that she wanted to.  She looked around, embarrassed and flushed.

He let her stay that way for a few seconds more, before telling her to change feet.

Again she hesitated, but then she did switch feet, holding her right foot off the floor.

The big guy moved to block his view.  "Quit that," he whispered to her, "can't you see how stupid he's making you look?"

She looked at him with disdain.  "Aren't you going to fight for me?" she asked him.  "It looks like he's winning to me."

"How, by making you look stupid?" the big guy asked her.

" acting like a gentleman, rather than like an oaf!"

The big guy wasn't sure how to respond to that, so he stepped back.

She looked over at the man who had commanded her to lift her foot, for a command it certainly was.  He was looking at her, and he motioned for her to lower her foot.

"Your turn," he said to the big man.

"What?" the big man asked, confused.

"Your turn," was the reply.

The big man looked from his adversary to the woman and back again, lost.  He heard the man chuckle.

"Do you want me to show you how it's done," he asked, "how the game is played?"  He smiled and turned his attention on the woman who looked at both men with uncertainty.  "I would like you to reach behind your neck," he said carefully, "and undo the strap holding the top of your dress up.  Hold it in place with both hands."

There was a small titter of laughter from the group, but all within earshot were now interested in seeing what would happen next.  Would she do it?"

She looked uncertain, as if about to bolt.  But, after taking a deep breath she reached back and undid the strap, just as he asked.  She stood silently, eyes down, as the people around them reacted.

He only had eyes for her, and his scrutiny seemed to make the woman uncomfortable.

"Now," he said, "hold the dress so that your breasts stay covered, but let the top fall down."

"Oh come on!" exclaimed the big guy.

He turned to look at the big man.  "You can stop this any time," he said, "all you need to do it tell her.  Are you man enough to be able to do that?"

"What?" asked the big man.  "What are you talking about?  Sure I can tell her.  Hey!  Do your dress up and let's go!"

They turned to look at her but she didn't move.  She just stood silently, looking down, her hands holding her dress to her bust, her creamy shoulders now completely bare.

"I don't think she figures you're serious," he said to the big guy. "but she knows that I am.  Watch."  He moved a little closer to the woman.  "Now take each hand and cover your breasts, skin to skin, one at a time, allowing the dress to fall.  Do it now," he ordered in his firm, calm voice.

Conversation stopped as the rest of the room finally took notice of the little drama being played out in front of them.  Everyone grew somewhat silent.

The girl was breathing hard, a full blush now apparent on her features.  It looked like she might not do as she was told, but to everyone's amazement, she complied.  First with her right hand, and then with her left.  The dress dropped first to her hips, but because it was so loose it fell to the floor leaving the woman in only her panties, choker and shoes.

She closed her eyes, shutting out the people who stared at her nearly nude form.  But to her credit she didn't bolt.  She just stood silent and still, her breasts covered only by her hands.  She took another deep breath and tried to stay calm.

Some people stared at the man who had given her these orders.  Who was he to have such an affect on this woman who he had just appeared to have met?  Many of the other women in the room looked at him with interest, but he had eyes only for her.

The big guy stepped back, not understanding and feeling out of his depth.  He was the kind of guy that was rarely beaten at anything, but here he didn't even know the rules of the game.  As he looked at the faces of the people around him, he felt humiliated.  Thoughts of getting lucky that night, especially with this woman who he had been chatting up since she got here, were long gone.

His rival had been moving in the meantime, taking a slow walk around the barely clad woman.  He looked at her body, examining it from head to toe, nodding with approval.

She stood shivering as he did so, eyes open again, aware.

"Hands by your sides, please," he said casually.  So casually in fact that she responded without thinking about it.  People watched her catch herself, raising her arms again.  But he looked at her and raised an eyebrow.  She stared at him and slowly did as she was asked.

Now people had a good view of her breasts, noting their small size and perfect shape.  A mole, just above her left nipple, was clearly visible, as was the faint remainder of tan lines from the past summer.  But that wasn't all.  Her erect nipples told a tale of their own.

He stopped in front of her, and stood in a commanding position, arms folded, legs spread.
Everyone else looked at her too, caught up in something and not wanting to break the spell.
What was going to happen next?

He didn't let them wait long.  "You are so very lovely," he told her, his smile showing genuine warmth, "and so very brave.  I'm very proud of you tonight, very proud indeed.  You have come so far, but the journey is not over yet.  I know you can do it," he said gently.  Then a bit more firmly he ordered her to remove her panties.

"I can't," she whispered.

"Yes, you can...and will," he replied.

"No, please."

"DO IT!" he commanded, making everyone jump.

She swallowed, and for a moment she didn't move.  Then, with a small smile, she reached for the waistband and pulled down, stepping out of her last garment and dropping it onto the floor.  Now she stood in just shoes and choker, her entire body on display.

There was a gasp from the onlookers, some in surprise, some in admiration.  They had no idea what was going on, but they were going to watch it all the same.

He looked steadily at her, a friendly smile on his face.  Then he opened his arms a little.
"Kiss me," he said.

This time the woman didn't hesitate, she hurried quickly over to him and planted her hungry lips against his.

There was a murmur of appreciation from the group, and not a little applause.  When the kiss ended, the woman held her nude body against him and looked about at the cheering group, quite embarrassed.
He didn't look embarrassed though.  In fact he looked as if he did this sort of thing every night.  He waited until the group settled down a bit, before looking his prize in the eye.
"It's time to go," he said.

She nodded.

"Put your hands behind your back," he ordered.

Her eyes opened wide and she looked about to speak, but again one look from him silenced her.  She stepped back and crossed her wrists behind her.

Again he slowly walked around her, looking at her, looking INTO her.  He stopped behind her and to the group's amazement pulled from his pocket a very long leather strap which was rolled into a ball.  With a flick of a wrist the strap was extended and the girl whimpered.
The group watched, spellbound, as he tied one end of the strap about her wrists, pinning her hands behind her.  Then he passed the free end between her legs, before bringing it up and tucking it under her jeweled choker.  What was left he held in his hand, and it looked to all as if he held a leash.

Seeing this, the big guy was about to protest once more.  THIS wasn't how you were supposed to treat a woman, at least not in public.  But before he could he caught her expression and what he saw made him stop.  The look she gave her captor, told the big guy that it was all over.  He was the man for her, you could see it in her eyes.  Somehow, this guy knew.
Somehow, this man had seen something inside this woman that would respond to this kind of treatment.  HOW he knew...well that was the mystery.

Holding her leash, he bent low and picked up her discarded clothing.  Then, with a nod to the host who stood open-mouthed, he began to walk toward the front door.

She resisted just enough to have the leather strap pulled taut, and she gasped as it slid into the crevice between her legs.  But as his pull increased, she could do nothing but follow him.  Many thought, from the look on her face, that she would have followed him anyway.  The group watched as the fully dressed man and the nude young woman, left the house, and they all quickly started talking about the amazing event they had just witnessed.  For sure, they would remember THIS party.

Outside, he led her quickly to where his car was parked, for it was a chilly night and he didn't want her to freeze.  She walked nervously behind him, looking about to see who else might be seeing her nude.  She stopped when he opened the car door for her, and slid onto the soft, leather seat without protest.

He set her seat belt, brushing her nipples as he did so, and then got into the driver's seat.  It wasn't until they pulled into traffic that they started to talk.

"Wow!" she said.  "What a rush!"

He grinned.  "Didn't I tell you it would be fun?" he said.

"You weren't kidding!  When you offered me this chance to have a fantasy come true, I didn't expect it to be!"

They both laughed, exhilarated.

"Happy anniversary, Honey," he said to her.

"Happy anniversary, Sweety," she replied, pulling gently at the comfortable bonds about her wrists.

He looked at her slyly.  "You know," he said, "the night is still young."

She raised an eyebrow, she knew her husband well, "Oh yes?  What do you have in mind?"

"I heard that there is a party over on the south side tonight.  Do you want to crash another one?  We can do this again!"

She gave it about a second's thought, "On one condition, you take me home right after so we can celebrate properly."

"Deal," he said, looking forward to the night that the big guy just lost.

She smiled in the darkness, "And may the best man win...again!"