The Candidate
By  Jay Martin
A story of female sexual & physical domination with a sadistic touch 

	Eric trailed her for several blocks, his mind cloudy and shrouded.  He 
had no intention of ever speaking to her but he couldn't stop following.  He 
was ashamed and aware of the dishonor in this pastime.  He felt ugly and 
unlovable, just a creature with unbridled desire - an ambulating erectile.  Yet 
he was tall, well groomed and if not outright handsome, then at least 
impressively attired.  He moved surreptitiously through the NYC sidewalk 
crowds. It was his lunch hour but Eric didn't need food.  He needed to cry 
his ardor to someone he'd never met. 

	He was an inexperienced twenty-seven and clueless as to how to 
satisfy his passionate, somewhat masochistic nature.  He walked the streets 
of Manhattan seeking someone whose face and physicality could captivate 
his imagination.  Then he would stalk her, sometimes for hours as she 
walked from one destination to another, from store to store, from office 
building to subway.  Although he was white, they could be any race or color 
as long as they appeared to be slim and athletic.  Eric was shy and retiring 
which restrained him from approaching the robust ladies he'd so deliberately 
chosen.  All he could do was follow and yearn for the opportunity to meet 
the goddess of his dreams.

	The lady he trailed this day particularly piqued his fancy.  She wasn't 
very tall nor were her features perfect in the conventional sense.  Rather, it 
was her carriage and gait that so distinguished her in his fancy.  He was so 
engrossed that he became completely incognizant of his surroundings.  He 
heard no significant street noises; no cars or trucks, no horns, no taxis and 
the crowds of pedestrians were there only to assist in his invisibility. 
  
	She was dressed in a soft flowing skirt hemmed several inches above 
the knees.  The sleeves of her tailored blouse covered her arms to well below 
her elbows.  Her leather shoes had four-inch heels and yet she glided along 
the avenue with a cat-like grace.  Her shoulders were broad and her belted 
waist seemed tiny.  She carried herself in such a stately athletic manner, it 
took his breath away.   In the final analysis it was her long muscular legs, 
which so attracted him that he carelessly lost his concealment and she 
became conscious of his interest.  She turned unexpectedly, looked him full 
in the face and then turned back to stride on.  His face flushed in 
embarrassment but he still followed, totally immersed, against his own 
prudence but without any real choice in the matter.  

	She was as stunning as any woman he had ever seen; a milk chocolate 
complexion set off by the contrast of her light clothing.  She became 
incredibly provocative to him as her walking slowed.  Though now 
obviously revealed and very self-conscious, Eric still felt driven and out of 
control.  He was aware of the heat in his ears, face and crotch; a combination 
of red-faced humiliation and desire. 

	When he could stand the awkwardness no longer he quickened his 
pace, overtook her and from the rear blurted, "Hi!  Good morning!  My 
name is Eric!"  He said it seriously and without any cool, as shyly as a child 
might approach a sports idol.   

	She turned slowly and stared at him stone faced.  He thought her face 
was breathtaking.  Her lips, especially the lower, were large and pouty. 
When she spoke her teeth showed white with an almost carnivorous quality 
and in a sort of snarl she addressed him, "What do you want and why are 
you following me?"  Her manner was hostile and aggressive.  It took him 
down immediately and he stammered for an answer, feeling guilty and 
juvenile. 

	"Please!" he exclaimed, his face red and his embarrassment apparent, 
"I mean you no harm!  I am so terribly attracted to you!  I want only to 
introduce myself. There is nobody around who can do it for me.   Please, 
allow me to do the introduction!  Join me for a cocktail or have coffee with 
me."  He was happy with the way he had worded it and for the first time felt 
a little less awkward.  She said nothing, just continuing to stare belligerently.  
Uncertain, he continued, "Look, the Grape Vine Caf‚ is on the next block.  
It's a quiet place.  I'm pleading with you!  Let's just have a drink together 
and then I'll leave.  Or if you like, you can leave.  Please!  It'll only take a 
few minutes.  I'm just so desperate to know you!" urgency clear in his voice 
and manner. 	

	The snarl slowly turned to a half smile; from menacing to alluring.  
"One drink," she said, "and I will know, but then I really know already."  
She told him that her name was, Kali.  Then she possessively took his arm 
and they strode to the Grape Vine.  It was a mysterious place that always 
intrigued him although it made him feel uncomfortable; like a square peg in 
a round hole.  It consisted of three large open connecting rooms with tables 
and a large round bar.  The rooms were poorly lit and it was difficult to 
distinguish faces more than twenty feet away.  Gay men and women, 
transvestites, hookers and a contingent of businessmen regularly attended 
the place.  

	They chose a corner table in the bar room from which they could 
observe the activities of other customers and still be alone.  She ordered 
Courvoisier straight up and he a gin and tonic.  After two drinks she revealed 
that her real name was Jill Harvey.  She grew up on the streets of Harlem 
and took the name, "kali" when she realized the effect she had on the men in 
that area, including some weighty episodes with her own family.    "Jill" just 
didn't do justice to her erotic and imperious ways.  Now she called herself, 
"Kali", after the black-skinned fearsome Hindu goddess.  She said the name 
enunciated her temperament and disposition.  She alluded to a dark and 
dominating nature, so that her sensuality always included, "something else."  
Her natural banter on so private a subject aroused Eric so that he was beside 
himself with excitement. 

	They chatted pleasantly and Eric took in the faultless contours of her 
neck, arms and legs.  He was absolutely fascinated and in a state of wanting 
he had seldom experienced.  Her voice was low and melodious as Kali led 
the dialogue in an interview fashion, as if she was considering a would-be 
employee.  He loved the feeling but wasn't sure why.  

	The Juke Box was playing slow jazz and she began swaying to the 
music at the table.  Her back was straight and only her upper torso moved.  
She said, "Let's dance".   He was embarrassed, as there was no one else on 
the floor, so he rose with her but sort of hung back.  She glided rapidly to the 
center of the dance floor as he timidly followed.  Then she really began to 
move; majestically, naturally and provocatively. 

	It's one thing to have muscular legs, sinewy arms, small waist and 
wide shoulders.  But Kali's appendages seamed impossibly strung together 
so that each of her movements appeared athletic, sexually motivated and 
hypnotic.  Alone, she enticingly danced around the floor while he hung back 
at the edges watching her with a mixture of awe and desire.  All eyes, male 
and female, were riveted upon her and the lust, which had been circulating 
around both rooms, now belonged to her.  She moved slowly and 
deliberately.  Her feet never seemed to keep time with the music, but even 
when the tempo accelerated, her body parts were in sink with the beat.  
When she finished, she kind of oozed to the table they had occupied.  
Silence accompanied her to her seat and then enthusiastic applause exploded 
the premises, from patrons to employees.  
 
	Eric stood motionless next to the table in a state of intoxication.  He 
already adored this woman with his eyes, mind and groin.  The bulge in his 
pants was apparent and he made no attempt to hide it.  It was natural and 
perfect - almost required.  If she would permit, he would love this goddess 
forever.  This was the "She"; there was no doubt; there was no choice and all 
reticence would be self-delusional.  In an hour she had captured and seized 
on his need to cast aside autonomy and freedom.  He looked at his watch and 
realized that lunch break was long over.  He didn't care.  His job was 
unimportant now.  The only thing that mattered was Kali .

	Kali stood, finished her drink, took a long look into his eyes and 
purred, "Goodbye Eric".   She sensuously strolled towards the exit.  He was 
dumbstruck and immediately felt butterflies in his stomach.  He couldn't 
lose her now!  He had been waiting for her forever.  The thought of her now 
leaving was annihilating.  

	He sprang to his feet to follow her; to head her off at the door; 
anything to delay her departure.  She turned at his animated approach, held 
up her hand, pointed him to a chair and forcefully said, "Don't follow me!  
When I say goodbye, I mean it!  You stay here!  If and when I wish it, you 
might see me again.  It's my decision, never yours!  Until that time, keep the 
faith." And, once again she strolled towards the door.

	In a panic, he ran after her.  "Please!  I don't even have your number.  
Just let me call you.  I've never felt this way about anyone before!  Give me 
another chance.  I'll be better company.  I'll do anything you want but 
please, don't leave like this!" 
 
	"Eric, I will not tell you again.  For your own good, stay away from 
me.  You cannot have my telephone number or my address.  I will do the 
finding if I need or want you.  Stay cool and wait for me."

	"But you don't even have my telephone number!  Let me at least give 
it to you so you can call.  I swear, my heart is breaking and we only just 
met."  He handed her his business card, which also provided his home 
number and E-Mail address. Then she was out the door and gone. 
 
	Eric felt like he had been through a war and had lost.  His earlier joy 
at meeting her was fast dissolving into misery.  He sat at the bar for several 
hours, slowly drinking himself into a stupor.  The liquor did little to quell the 
swell in his pants, the rapid beating of his heart or the genuine sadness he 
felt.
	The following day Eric strolled into his office at 11:00 AM.  The Boss 
quietly but definitively fired him.  His lateness, combined with frequent 
unlimited lunch breaks were given as the reasons. 

	 Eric had been gainfully employed since he had finished college.   The 
discharge didn't bother him.  He had a charming, two bedroom rent 
controlled apartment in Manhattan, few expenses and a large reserve in the 
bank.  Additionally, his well-to-do parents had recently died and left him, as 
their only child, quite flush.  What did frighten him was the awful gnawing 
in the pit of his stomach and his sense of loss since yesterday's hour-long 
dream turned into a nightmare.   He could not get Jill Harvey out of his mind 
and each glancing thought of her provoked spontaneous desire.  He was 
absolutely smitten.  Just picturing her dancing alone or remembering the 
contours of her face and body filled him with a yearning that was 
astonishing.

	The next day Eric began a foot patrol in the area they met.  It started 
early in the AM and ended late in the day, when darkness and exhaustion 
precluded his ability to continue.  Thousands of pedestrians went by.  A 
dozen or so looked familiar and he hastened to see if any were She.  They 
weren't.  The search continued for three weeks.  He conducted this quest in a 
fog, completely involved in the task of finding Kali and not knowing what 
he would do or say if he found her.  The memory of their introductory 
meeting remained clear and fresh and he pictured her, dancing provocatively 
just for him.  He masturbated three or four times a night, sleeping rarely and 
inadequately.  His appetite was poor and he began to lose weight and 
stamina.  He avoided friends and former associates.  Except for the daily 
search routine he was becoming a recluse.  He drank excessively and his 
waking moments were filled self-deprecation and longing. 

	After the third week, Eric decided to try dating some ladies he knew.  
Dating just could be the ticket to a revival from his current despair.  He 
called several numbers, left messages and was rewarded with a call back 
from a former girlfriend named Linda.  They ate dinner at an upscale 
restaurant that night and consumed a bottle of wine.  His spirits soared until 
they reached her apartment door when with absolute certainty he knew that 
he had no desire for her, whatsoever.  And, though Linda was a willing, 
lovely looking lady, he feigned a sudden headache, excused himself and 
returned home.  

	Two nights later, Jill Harvey called.  Her voice was low, husky and 
commanding.  He was at immediate attention in all ways.  "Eric, I know you 
have been searching for me and I have decided to gift an evening to you."   
Mockingly she added, "Would you like that or are you no longer interested?  

	He was ecstatic.  He stammered a thank you for calling and assured 
her that he not only wanted to see her but that she had never been off his 
mind.  He asked where she would like to go.  She answered, "Wherever I 
like!"

	"Shall I pick you up at home?" he asked.

	"No," She replied.  "I will meet you at Sir Harry's Lounge, the bar 
area of the Hotel Waldorf at nine o'clock tonight.  Be on time; bring a 
change of clothes and a toothbrush.  Oh, and Eric, please be prepared and 
ready for me!  Let me remind you that my outlook and appetite for men is 
very different from other women.  You will need to accommodate these 
leanings without complaint or regret!"

	He assured her that he was prepared for anything where she was 
concerned; that he couldn't wait to see her again and that he was grateful 
and relieved that she called.  For him, the next two hours felt like an eternity. 

	Eric showered and dressed in his best casual outfit.  He wore good 
slacks, an elegant sport jacket and an open sport shirt.  He gargled with 
Scope, shaved and finished with aftershave.  He packed an overnight bag 
with fresh underwear, shorts, a sweater, jeans and toiletries.  At 8:30 he was 
out the door.  He hailed a cab and arrived at the Waldorf at a quarter to nine.  
He was more than excited. 

	The lounge of the Waldorf is quite expansive; many tables with 
comfortable sofas and chairs around them.  It was rather crowded but he 
found a central table where he could observe the flow of people going and 
coming.  He didn't see her so he sat down, ordered a gin and tonic and 
nervously began watching for Kali. 
 
	Thirty minutes later she strode into view.   Eric's spirits instantly 
soared, as did the frenzied beat of his heart.  She sauntered past a dozen 
tables and he believed that nothing could ever compare to her breathtaking 
symmetry.  She was dressed simply in an outfit of black leather and a red 
cashmere sweater, which emphasized the curves of her incredible body.  Her 
feet were clad in red leather pumps sporting four inch heals and the walk 
they encouraged was lascivious.  Her legs were bare; no stockings and were 
shown from well above the knees.  They were toned, elegant and adorned 
with long hard muscle, which rippled as she walked.  Her green eyes were 
focused on him, a small smile showing bright white teeth.  Eric was 
absolutely transfixed.  Kali sat in the easy chair he had chosen for her.  
Intentionally, she leisurely crossed her legs, accentuated their curves and 
musculature.  He swallowed hard.

	She said, "There is no substitute for the real thing, is there Eric?"

	"What do you mean?" he gulped.

	"You have been dreaming and fantasizing about me since we met.  
You haven't slept or taken care of yourself.  You've imagined this moment 
for weeks.  Your heart is beating like crazy and your cock is straining to get 
out of your pants."

	It was true, every word.  Amazed, he exclaimed, "How did you know?  
I haven't seen or spoken to you in weeks."

	"I knew all about you from the moment you summoned the nerve to 
speak to me; that you were a candidate, my candidate.  And Eric, tonight, 
believe me, you will come to understand the terms of our relationship.  I'm 
sure you will be very happy with the position I offer you."

	"Is she offering me a job?" he thought.  Just hearing her imperious 
voice and watching her mouth and incredible lips utter these words were 
enough to fill him with delight.  

	They had cocktails and hors d'oeuvres while chatting amiably about 
things inconsequential and commonplace.  Eric began to feel more relaxed.  
But each time she crossed her legs or shifted her arms, the movement of 
underlying sinew newly aroused him.  

	After thirty minutes she leaned forward, placed her mouth to his ear 
and whispered, "Go to the registration desk.  Get us a suite and order a bottle 
of their finest champagne."  The feel of her breath and lips on his ear 
brought him over the edge and he tried kissing her.  Her hand shot up, 
catching and holding his jaw and cheeks forcefully.  The kiss never landed.  
She said simply, "I'll tell you when - it isn't your choice.  Now, do as I 
asked!"   He complied immediately.

	While he fussed with room service, which had provided caviar, 
crackers and a bottle of Dom Perignon, Kali announced that she was going 
to tidy up.  She entered the bedroom carrying a small overnight case.  For 
twenty minutes Eric sat alone in the quiet of the suite.  Afraid and unsure of 
himself, nervous anticipation and excitement were his only company.  His 
eyes never left that bedroom door as he waited for her to return.  When Kali 
finally walked into the room, it took his breath away.  She strolled in 
wearing a white lace see-through teddy, a G-string and the red four-inch 
pumps.  Her legs, to just above the knees, were covered by lacey white hose 
supported by garters, which were attached to the teddy.

	Eric had never before seen such legs.   They were elegantly long and 
powerful with ripped muscularity in the thighs and calves.  The knee areas 
reduced in size so that the flare of her lower limbs was accentuated to the 
eye.  She pirouetted before him so he could take it all in and get even more 
excited.  It was a vision of the ultimate athlete, legs like a thoroughbred filly, 
a champion of beauty and steel.  The shape of her arms electrified him.  
They looked strong and sinewy and he could imagine their power.   It was a 
magnificent torso, but not that of a body builder whose only goal is size and 
bulk.  This was a body of contoured form and kinetic energy, with the 
potential to capture and hold any man in all ways, absolute. 
 
	Her smile was inviting but menacing, suggesting a hidden agenda and 
intent.  As he stood to meet her, she took his hand and pulled him close all 
the while sensuously licking her lips.  They seemed to part and pulse with a 
life of their own and when their mouths met, he could feel and taste the 
fervor of her breath.  It was a magic potion; an instantaneous imprint that lay 
claim to his body and soul, like a hot brand claims a calf.  She lifted her 
parted lips and slowly engulfed his nose with her mouth; gently sucking, 
breathing heavily, exploring with her lips and tongue.  So intoxicating and 
arousing was this act that Eric would have happily inhaled her breath for 
hours.  Kali had other plans.

	The champagne remained untouched as she walked him backwards 
toward the bedroom.  She kissed him softly on the cheeks.  He shivered with 
pleasure and desire.   Kali released him and pushed as the king sized bed 
connected with the back of his legs.  He sprawled on his back and looked at 
her expectantly.  She stood over him and began to disrobe.  Slowly, she 
placed a booted leg on the bed near his head.  She slowly removed her shoes 
and undid her stockings, then stepped back into the pumps.  The teddy came 
next and she stood naked except for the G-string and high heels, looking 
down at him with her hands on her hips.  

	Eric, if he thought at all, was beside himself with need and desire.  He 
fixated on her stomach and breasts.  Her stomach, flat and hard, was lined 
with muscle.  Her hips were relatively small and boyish but her breasts were 
perfectly rounded orbs set off by small reddish-brown nipples, which 
extended and pointed outward.  In all, he had never seen or dreamed of 
anyone more perfect and desirable.  She was to him the most stunning 
human being he had ever seen and he could not wait to have her.  

	He was very excited.  A small amount of semen oozed from his erect 
and ready penis.  She spoke authoritatively and softly as she slowly 
undressed him on the bed.  She had him raise his rear so that she could 
remove his trousers.  She unbuttoned his shirt and as she bent over him, she 
licked his face like a cat.  When he was completely undressed, she joined 
him in bed wearing naught but the G-string.  

	"I know you are very excited, but do not come until I say so," she 
commanded.  "If you do, Eric, I will punish you - most severely."  

	"I don't think I can hold it!  I want you so bad I can't stand it 
anymore!  Please!  I'm going crazy!"

	She took off her G-string and mounted him immediately in a kneeling 
position.  She took him deep and he instantly felt the muscles of her vagina 
squeeze and begin to milk him.  He screamed with passion, "I can't hold it!  
I'm coming!"  
 
	To him it felt like an eruption from deep within the bowels of the 
earth.  There was nothing like this in the universe; there was nothing else to 
live for.  This alone was his destiny and it was brilliant!  

	But Kali was by no means satisfied or finished with Eric.  She brought 
her incredible legs down and locked them around his thighs.  She pulled his 
arms to his sides and embraced them above the elbows with her own.  Her 
hands clasped at the center of his back.  He was captured.  He couldn't 
move, nor did he want to.  She rolled him easily around so her back was on 
the bed.  "Now you pay the penalty," she blithely stated.

	  She began using her mouth, lips and tongue on his face.  Eric was 
still hard inside her but her activities so stimulated him that he felt total need 
again.  He struggled to embrace or hold her, but could not move in any way.  
Her arms and legs held him like stout rope and he could gain no degree of 
leverage.  He wanted to pump or to feel her milk him again but he could 
summon no such movement.  He pleaded with her to help him but she 
continued silently tormenting and teasing.  He fought to break free of her 
terrible arms but was as powerless as a child.  His back and arms began to 
ache from the force of her hug and he complained bitterly.  She smiled an 
ominous smile and tightened her arms.  He cried in pain and frustration.  He 
begged; he pleaded; he threatened and all to no avail.  

	When the force of his need and pain was so great he thought he would 
explode, she shifted her hold to the side.  Still gripping him like anaconda, 
she allowed his cock slightly deeper entry.  Her legs tightened around his 
thighs in a vise-like embrace so that the amount of friction he could 
experience was totally dictated by Kali.
  
	She ordered, "Protrude your lower lip as far as it will go!"  She licked 
and kissed it as he was nearing ejaculation.  She sucked on it, turned her 
head to the side and caught the inside of his lip with her canines.  Her teeth 
met with a quarter inch of lip between them as she bit down hard.  He 
screamed and lurched from the pain but she tightened her limbs again and 
continued to tear into his lip. 

	She could taste his blood now; sweet, salty, life giving.  She was 
aroused; on fire. Nothing could stop her now.  Her teeth still held his lip as 
she sucked the wound. She began to pump and milk his penis, which despite 
his great pain was engorged and ready to come.  She took him deep again 
while she herself prepared for climax.  As she came, she bit him hard.  He 
shrieked in agony, blood now spurting into her mouth.  They climaxed 
together and it was an avalanche of passion.  

	She released him now.  His tormented lip hurt awfully.  His arms and 
back were a mass of pain.  Eric rolled onto his side and wept as if his heart 
was breaking.  Through it all, his erection seemed permanent and remained 
at the ready.  He knew it was hers to command.  He knew also that his life 
was irrevocably changed; his new existence - to obey Kali and to satisfy her 
every demand.  
 
	The lip stopped bleeding in about five minutes.  The man's innate 
desire for freedom was gone in about the same amount of time.  He sat up on 
the bed and watched his "goddess" as she slowly dressed.   He longed for 
more of her but was afraid.  

	"Please!" he begged, "Don't leave yet!"

	She smiled triumphantly.  "I'll be back!  Wait for me and remember, 
you are now the property of Kali.  You live for me alone, pine for me only, 
give to and worship just me.  And before I leave, I want you to show me 
what you learned tonight."

	Eric, still nude and still hard fell to his knees and passionately kissed 
her now booted feet.  "I will to be your slave forever.  Whatever you say, I 
will do.   Please accept my humble servitude!"

	Quite pleased, she smiled again, walked to the door and was gone.