I wanted to make sure Jenna knew I was there. She was seated on the dais at the front of the room, three seats down from the podium. She was one of the afternoon's scheduled speakers.
Heads turned as I walked through the room to a table in the middle. I sat down and turned immediately towards the front, my intense gaze right on Jenna. She was watching me and as I stared at her, she tore her eyes away, looking at her lap.
I picked up my phone and texted her. "You need to go to the ladies room, take off your panties and put them in my purse. Immediately."
I watched her grab her cell phone, knowing it was my text. She replied "But I'm scheduled to speak in less than 10 minutes."
I shot back "Then you better hurry."
I could see the look of anxiety on her face as she received my text. She dropped her phone into her purse and whispered to the person on her left and then rose and left the room.
I leaned back in my chair, satisfied that my demands had been met.
A few minutes later, she re-entered the room and began weaving through it, headed for my table. She leaned over as though to whisper in my ear and dropped her panties in my purse. I grabbed her hand and pulled her in close, whispering directly in her ear "I want you to be standing up at that podium, dripping wet, thinking about how I'm going to fuck you afterwards. I want your pussy juice running down your legs thinking about it."
I let her go and she returned to her seat. I texted her again "When your speech is over, you need to go the 12th floor. There is a bathroom near the empty ballroom. Go in and wait for me. Take off your bra and your stockings when you get there. Don't even think about touching my pussy."
She read the text and looked up at me. I nodded at her.
I watched her speech with delight, noting how she kept shifting from foot to foot. I could tell she was dripping wet for me.
I waited a full five minutes after she gave her speech and left the room. I entered the 12th floor bathroom and Jenna was standing with her hands on counter, looking in the mirror.
I came up behind her and pulled the front of her shirt down, exposing her breasts. I began playing with her nipples while I stared at her in the mirror. She held my gaze, her breathing slightly shallow.
"You're such a good girl," I said. "Obeying my commands. How would you like to be rewarded?"
She broke the gaze, looking down at my hands on her nipples. "I don't know," she said.
"You don't?" I asked. "Haven't you been sneaking off at night to fuck yourself while you think of me? Haven't you been touching my pussy, dreaming that it's me touching you?"
"Yes," she said.
"Then how should you be rewarded?" I challenged.
She looked back up at me, knowing what I was going to make her say. Knowing I wanted her to be my filthy slut.
"I need you to fuck me," she said, sounding slightly shy.