0 comments/ 15440 views/ 5 favorites The Model - Week 01 By: CM_Haiden She looked down at the ads in the paper as she took a small drink of her tea. She stirred the spoon casually ensuring that the milk mixed in right. "So it looks like maybe $85.00 per hour is the lowest price that I can get a model for." She cringed as she looked at the balance in her bank book. Even at that price there would be maybe $20.00 left over for materials. Maybe the entire premise was too ambitious. She was planning on three sets of sketchings to accompany a sculpture. Each would be in a different medium and would contrast the others. However, she knew that it would require some metal working and all of her favorite buyers were wanting copper. She sighed. The cup almost fell out of her hand as she saw it. A model's description near the bottom of the third page of ads. "Box-8491 - Experienced Model (5 years+) -- Evanston area -- Michael -- Male model - 34 -- I keep fairly in shape through a variety of different exercise regimes ranging from modest lifting, wake-boarding, and running to various forms of Yoga. I admit I have a slight stomach ,but I'm over all very healthy and my physique is robust. Have experience with various forms of posing from portraiture ,sculpture, magazine, and television. I work very hard with an artist to develop the best pose to capture their concept and idea. Willing to do nude, partially nude, costume, or contemporary fashion. Available nights and weekends ONLY. Will consider trade for goods or services. NO UNPAID WORK She adjusted the cup back onto its saucer as she thought for a few seconds. The small box she had won set easily on the floor near the door. Her mind screeched back to the day where she stopped into a sporting goods store to buy a extra pair of biker shorts. A buzzer had gone off as soon as she did announcing she had won a free gift from the store. A smile had crept over her face for a few seconds before .... She kicked the box that contained a wake board of all things. The store had told her the board was worth $800.00 dollars ,but even after she had put several ads up in newspapers and Craigslist all she could manage was a offer of $225.00 and that was going to be paid using half gift cards from Wal-Mart. It was worth the shot as she pulled out her cell phone and dialed the number and accessed the voice mail box. She was busy stacking some boxes near the back storage room as her phone started to buzz. "Hi is this Carmen?" The voice was deep and older. She hesitated for a second hoping it wasn't a bill collector or a salesman. "Yeah it is, who is this?" The voice on the other end laughed as she sounded apprehensive. "This Michael Levinson and I was just returning your call about needing a model. Would you be free right now or did I call at a wrong time?" Surprise hit her hard. "Oh oh sorry sorry Michael. You sort of surprised me. Would you be free tonight. I can send you the address of the space I'm using?" "Yeah that seems fine my email is: sexyguyyouneedtoblow3232..." "UH .." Her brain stopped in mid-thought.She could hear him start to chuckle as he began to spell out his real address. "Yeah I will send you the address later." She quickly hung up the phone. Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all. She thought about the wake board well at least she could get rid of that. **************** He walked into the space and she was instantly taken a back. Most models try to get slim and graceful. He had more in common with a bull than with a Cheetah. He trudged into the room wearing a gray suit that was tightly tailored to his frame. "Yes, I'm Michael and please don't call me anything but that if you will." She looked at him as he sat down in front of her on the bench. He cleared his throat as he looked around the room. "What is going to be the premise of the work?" She looked at him for a second. He had pulled out a pad and a pen. "Well its just a abstraction of a nude male. I will end doing maybe three to four different mediums." He sat after he wrote that with a expectant look on his face. After a minute or so he sat the pad down. "I guess that is it." She rolled her eyes. What was he expecting a full presentation? He was just the model after all just as long as he could hold a pose for an hour. She sighed and rubbed her forehead. She grabbed for the bag she had brought. "Ok, about your fee. I was thinking that these should pretty much cover the ten hours of work." Each part had a felt bag covering them as she removed them. He laughed as he picked up the first one. "Who sold you this?" He grabbed the board and flicked it quickly with his thumb. "Uh its worth over $800.00." He shook his head. He began to gather all of his items as he stood up. "Well maybe if it was new. Also, if it was four or five years ago. These are old professional boards the market is limited just because of the accessories they require. You would be lucky to get $225 from them." He laughed as he began to walk out. "Besides the only buyer around here that is really into this contemporary nudes in the high end range wants the entire series done live rather than from a group of photos. That would take at least 100 hours. You would be better off going to a gym and trying to luck out with a amateur." Her head darted back to him. "What? How would they know it wasn't done live?" She put her hands on her hips. "I have met the guy he likes to chat up the models. Now unless you have something a bit more valuable to offer. I have to get down to Copernicus before the close the doors." She knew of the place. One of her idiot ex-boyfriends had dragged her down there and had tried to interest her into being strapped down to a table. Maybe, he was right about the design. It would work better live. The fee though... She grabbed his arm. "Uh uh well maybe we can come to another arrangement?" He raised an eyebrow as he looked her up and down. "Is that so? You really do love your art don't you?" She nodded as she looked at him. It had just came out what had she been thinking. She had just apparently offered herself up as payment. "Its very tempting." She felt his hand begin to rub her ass. It was very strong as he began to squeeze. The words drifted over his lips slowly. "Well would it cover the entire series?" SHUT UP YOU DUMB BITCH! JUST SHUT UP! "No ,but I do know of something that you can give that would be worth it to me." A small pit in her stomach had formed as her hands shook. "What?" The breath wouldn't come into her lungs. "I do need a slave while I'm going to be doing this project over the next four weeks." Four weeks that's not all that long at all she thought. Damn what was she thinking.. That maybe the next step in her career could be just around the corner. "Uh uh.. I guess that seems ok. Just as long as I have the right amount of hours and you can get me in contact with the buyer." He smiled as he looked her up and down. His hand drifted off of her ass as he walked over to the pad she had near her materials. "Well lets go ahead and get this started shall we?" She nodded as he began to undress. Her lungs burned as she started leafing through the sketchbook to find the right pose. ******************** "Ok so what do I need to do?" She stood there as he was sliding his boxers back up. "Lose the clothes first off." She had never been shy about her body. Her ass and legs had been toned through the past five years of riding 12 miles on the bike to get through the city. This was different as he looked at her. She began to unbuckle the stained jeans she was wearing as he stood there. Her arms ached as she pulled the t-shirt off her head as she clicked the catch on her bra. His laughs drifted throughout the studio. "Nice jewelry slut." The words burned as the rings through each nipple jingled. "Don't call me that." He shook his head as he closed the distance. His hand circled around her throat as his fingertips lightly rubbed across her skin. A light sigh escaped her lips. His smile grew wider. "Listen I will call you what I when I want. So unless you are willing to walk right now Then you will smile say Yes Sir and do as you are told. Am I clear?" She felt the anger burn in her throat. "This was the worst mistake I ever made. Now you are going to take your damn board and be back ..." She was cut off as he grabbed her and yanked down the panties she was still wearing. The wind almost left her body as she was slammed over his knees as he sat down. His hands slammed down onto her ass. "Fucking stop it!" He laughed as he kept slapping her ass. "Such language from a lady." He laughed again as his hands clapped down onto her ass. The pain began to surge. He didn't relent as she continued to scream. Her legs continued to kick as he held her firm. The spanking continued. She shouted and screamed. He stopped and rubbed her ass. "Do you really want me to stop? That means no model, no art, no sale, and probably a stunted career. So submit or we can end this now?" Her breathing steadied as the pain steadily pulsed. "Just take the damn board." He laughed as he struck her ass. Her body heaved as she felt warmness drift between her thighs. "Cake and eat it too? I don't think so." She knew it wouldn't stop. "Yes yes sir I will I promise." Tears welled up in her eyes. How? How did she let this happen? His hand stopped and patted her ass. "That's a good girl. Now stand up and thank me for spanking you. " She bit her lip hard. "Yes, I'm Michael and please don't call me anything but that if you will." She looked at him as he sat down in front of her on the bench. He cleared his throat as he looked around the room. "What is going to be the premise of the work?" She looked at him for a second. He had pulled out a pad and a pen. "Well its just a abstraction of a nude male. I will end doing maybe three to four different mediums." He sat after he wrote that with a expectant look on his face. After a minute or so he sat the pad down. "I guess that is it." She rolled her eyes. What was he expecting a full presentation? He was just the model after all just as long as he could hold a pose for an hour. She sighed and rubbed her forehead. She grabbed for the bag she had brought. "Ok, about your fee. I was thinking that these she pretty much cover the ten hours of work." Each part had a felt bag covering them as she removed them. He laughed as he picked up the first one. "Who sold you this?" He grabbed the board and flicked it quickly with his thumb. "Uh its worth over $800.00." He shook his head. He began to gather all of his items as he stood up. "Well maybe if it was new. Also, if it was four or five years ago. These are old professional boards the market is limited just because of the accessories they require. You would be lucky to get $225 from them." He laughed as he began to walk out. "Besides the only buyer around here that is really into this contemporary nudes in the high end range wants the entire series done live rather than from a group of photos. That would take at least 100 hours. You would be better off going to a gym and trying to luck out with a amateur." Her head darted back to him. "What? How would they know it wasn't done live?" She put her hands on her hips. "I have met the guy he likes to chat up the models. Now unless you have something a bit more valuable to offer. I have to get down to Copernicus before the close the doors." She knew of the place. One of her idiot ex-boyfriends had dragged her down there and had tried to interest her into being strapped down to a table. Maybe, he was right about the design. It would work better live. The fee though... She grabbed his arm. "Uh uh well maybe we can come to another arrangement?" He raised an eyebrow as he looked her up and down. "Is that so? You really do love your art don't you?" She nodded as she looked at him. It had just came out what had she been thinking. She had just apparently offered herself up as payment. "Its very tempting." She felt his hand begin to rub her ass. It was very strong as he began to squeeze. The words drifted over his lips slowly. "Well would it cover the entire series?" SHUT UP YOU DUMB BITCH! JUST SHUT UP! "No ,but I do know of something that you can give that would be worth it to me." A small pit in her stomach had formed as her hands shook. "What?" The breath wouldn't come into her lungs. "I do need a slave while I'm going to be doing this project over the next four weeks." Four weeks that's not all that long at all she thought. Damn what was she thinking.. That maybe the next step in her career could be just around the corner. "Uh uh.. I guess that seems ok. Just as long as I have the right amount of hours and you can get me in contact with the buyer." He smiled as he looked her up and down. His hand drifted off of her ass as he walked over to the pad she had near her materials. "Well lets go ahead and get this started shall we?" She nodded as he began to undress. Her lungs burned as she started leafing through the sketchbook to find the right pose. ******************** "Ok so what do I need to do?" She stood there as he was sliding his boxers back up. "Lose the clothes first off." She had never been shy about her body. Her ass and legs had been toned through the past five years of riding 12 miles on the bike to get through the city. This was different as he looked at her. She began to unbuckle the stained jeans she was wearing as he stood there. Her arms ached as she pulled the t-shirt off her head as she clicked the catch on her bra. His laughs drifted throughout the studio. "Nice jewelry slut." The words burned as the rings through each nipple jingled. "Don't call me that." He shook his head as he closed the distance. His hand circled around her throat as his fingertips lightly rubbed across her skin. A light sigh escaped her lips. His smile grew wider. "Listen I will call you what I when I want. So unless you are willing to walk right now Then you will smile say Yes Sir and do as you are told. Am I clear?" She felt the anger burn in her throat. "This was the worst mistake I ever made. Now you are going to take your damn board and be back ..." She was cut off as he grabbed her and yanked down the panties she was still wearing. The wind almost left her body as she was slammed over his knees as he sat down. His hands slammed down onto her ass. "Fucking stop it!" He laughed as he kept slapping her ass. "Such language from a lady." He laughed again as his hands clapped down onto her ass. The pain began to surge. He didn't relent as she continued to scream. Her legs continued to kick as he held her firm. The spanking continued. She shouted and screamed. He stopped and rubbed her ass. "Do you really want me to stop? That means no model, no art, no sale, and probably a stunted career. So submit or we can end this now?" Her breathing steadied as the pain steadily pulsed. "Just take the damn board." He laughed as he struck her ass. Her body heaved as she felt warmness drift between her thighs. "Cake and eat it too? I don't think so." She knew it wouldn't stop. "Yes yes sir I will I promise." Tears welled up in her eyes. How? How did she let this happen? His hand stopped and patted her ass. "That's a good girl. Now stand up and thank me for spanking you. " She bit her lip hard. Her cheeks flushed as she looked at her feet. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Then she felt his hand slam down again onto her ass. "Thank You Sir." The words burned as she said them. He smirked as he turned around. It was the same smirk that he had the entire time she was preparing the sketches. The only thing that made it worse was how good he was. He had held the pose perfectly even after she had to take two breaks. His legs hadn't wobbled and he hadn't complained about any of the poses she had asked for. Even more was his advice at selecting the pose after she had him go through four of the five sketches. He had came up with a compromise that had fit what she thinking exactly. "I felt that you needed some additional motivation." He began to laugh softly as she stood there. The pain from her spanking had dissipated. She stopped and turned to rub her ass. His hand easily found the soft flesh as he patted her butt possessively. "Why don't we get this over with. Then you can go home and so can I?" He shook his head no as she spoke. "Just tell me what you want and I will do it." Her voice trembled. "I know you will." His hands walked up and seized her nipples as he began playing with her nipple rings. She bit her lip as she felt the sensitivity of each nipple. His fingers pulled and tugged at the rings as the pleasure surged over her body. She closed her eyes enjoying his hands. The pleasure forced her to avert her eyes as the breaths came with more ragged breaths. It had been so long since she had been with a guy. "You are going to give in eventually." Damn him! His hands were so warm as the gently massaged her breast. His other hand was tracing the small contours of her stomach. "Women always try to hide this part of themselves. They never want to let their guards down and embrace what the animal side of them needs." Stop it. The voice inside of her head came out more as a whimper than anything else. Her hips moved closer to his hands as he began to slowly massage the insides of her legs. "That's much better." The voice that he was using was so calm. His hand rubbed her back and shoulders as she felt his hands push her onto her knees in front of him. Did she want this? She heard his pants unzip as he looked down at her. The fire in stomach had lit her entire body on fire. He was right she needed this. "Please?" He laughed as she looked up at him. Her hand between her thighs as she gently rubbed. The breath was controllable ,but just barely. She felt his hand on the back of her head as he pushed her mouth closer to his cock. She offered no resistance as he slid his cock into her mouth. Her head began to bounce up and down. Her tongue danced across the tip. She smiled. Maybe she could make him squirm. Her lips began to lightly tease the tip as he stood there. A scratching noise from the chair he was dragging forward broke her out of her reverie. He easily sat down as she leaned over and began to slowly pump his cock with her mouth. "That's good. Not too fast." What? Most guys wanted to get the most amount of pleasure in the least amount of time. She began to pump his cock quicker. His hand reached forward and grabbed her hair. A bit of pain rushed over her. "Ow ow my hair stop it.. sir." He smiled as he slowed her pace by using her hair like a leash. "Be a good girl and do as I say." Her mind was blank. Only thing she could do was obey. "Yes sir." He smiled as the words just flowed from her mouth. It was natural. He chuckled as he began to speed up the pace of his thrusts. His cock was moving in and out of her mouth quickly. His moans became more pronounced as he drew close. His hands were like iron as they forced her head all the way down. She felt his cock spasm inside of her mouth as she felt his liquid flow into her mouth. "Well I will see you on Saturday then?" He began to zip up his pants as he stood up. Wait what about her. "Well aren't we going to you know." She tried to be as nonchalant as possible while still being nude. "No and you need to understand one thing. This is for my pleasure and not yours." She felt the redness form onto her cheeks. She had never felt so used before. He began to stare at her as she stood there. "You are not done yet." She looked down and swallowed. He smiled at her and walked out the door. Correction now she felt truly used. The Model - Week 02 She smiled as she looked at him as he walked through the door. "Ok lose the clothes." She smiled as the words registered. At least in this regard he had to listen to her. He smiled as he began to undress. "Try to observe rather than leer this time." His words echoed. She felt a flush of red drift into her cheeks. When she got home after the previous Saturday she did have to admit it did turn her on. She started to lick her lips. "You're leering again." That must have been her tell. The pen echoed through the space as she began to quickly scroll out the second sketch. The good thing about him as a model was that he really didn't take breaks. He just stood there with the same smirk. The pen drifted over the place where the head was on her pad. "I'm so glad I don't have to include that stupid smirk." Why did the smirk turn into that stupid grin just now? ************************* She felt the G-string she was wearing slide down and off of her hips. He was walking around her in a small circle. His hands drifted over her ass. She felt small twinges of pleasure drift over her body as his hands roamed up and down her back. "Why were you leering at me .. Slave?" The last word hit her like a brick. Her mind stammered and she blurted it out. "I wanted you." Her hands slammed down hard over her mouth. He began to laugh hard. "I don't think you will be getting that anytime soon." What?!? She was being forced to sexually service a guy and now she was being denied the sex part. His hand pushed her onto her knees as he spoke. The hard concrete floor was cold. He walked over to the bench as he continued to tie his shoes. "Now entertain me slave. I want to watch you pleasure yourself." She was acutely aware that she was on her knees completely nude in front of a guy. Her voice trembled. "No. I'm not going to do it." He smiled as he looked down at her. "Well then I guess you will have to pay the penalty." She smiled as she thought about the spankings she had recently. They had hurt during ,but her last boyfriend had given her similar ones. She looked on as he reached into a small bag he had been bringing with him. She had thought it was gym bag until she saw the cuffs emerge. He began to walk towards her. "Now do you want to be a good girl and let me put these on." Cuffing her was the punishment. She smiled what would he do if she just went limp and complied? He wanted non-compliance so he could punish her. She held out her wrists and smiled. "That's unexpected ,but still nice." He began to whistle as he slipped the cuffs around her wrists and then around her ankles. She then went limp. "I hope you are enjoying yourself." She chuckled lightly. "Oh but I am. I most assuredly am." He had walked over towards her purse and grabbed her wallet and keys. "So you're going to rob me and leave me like this?" He was going through her wallet and began to smile. "Or it could be much worse." She watched him walk over to his bag and produce a gag and force it into her mouth. She felt him roughly pinch and twist a nipple as she screamed. The scream barely even rated a whisper ,but he still managed to add a layer of duct tape to it. She watched him walk out of the room in horror. "I'm going to get some dinner you want anything?" She wanted out as she began to bang her body against the concrete. She felt pain surge through her body as she glimpsed him walking out the door. The pain forced her to black out... ********************** "Uh.." She felt her head resting against the cold floor. It was much darker outside as she tried to see the clock above the work bench. It wasn't visible no matter how hard she craned her head. She tried to move her hands as the metal cuffs jingled. She gave up as she laid back down. The metal cuffs were too tight to slip out of. She looked around and couldn't see her clothes either. All of her stuff was gone. The minutes slipped past slowly as she continued to lay there. "Ok enough fun. I will be good. Just get me out of these cuffs. Michael are you there? Hello?? Willing submissive girl ready to do her Master's bidding here." She laughed nervously. There wasn't anyone there. Had he just left her there? Was he ever coming back? He has to come back. Please? "Please come back!" The words echoed as she heard laughter come from outside the door. The smell of hot food greeted her nose. "Damn it! How long have you been there?" She almost screamed it at him. "Long enough." He said in-between bites of some Sesame chicken. Her stomach growled. What a great day to skip lunch. "Besides this way you learn that my pleasure is your highest priority. Above everything else. "I can take everything from you. However, I can give you so much in return." His words drifted over her. She began to shake. He leaned down to kiss her. She moved her head away. He stopped as he she saw something else in him. It was different for some odd reason. He shook his head and smiled. Just like that the asshole was back. "Then why do you hate me?" She felt her eyes roam over him. "No, I don't hate you. I'm just preventing you from enjoying yourself until you are a bit more compliant." He smiled as he pulled out what looked to be a metal belt. It was cold as he slipped it around her waist. "What the hell?! What is this thing?" His hands deftly snugged the belt up as she felt the cold metal slide against her waist. The small bits of padding slid against her crotch. He then produced a combination lock and put it on the belt. He stood up as she felt the tight straps underneath her ass cheeks. At least her ass was exposed. "Its a chastity belt. I may have to change it in a day or two, but it should work well." She was hesitant as she looked on. "Well aren't you going to say anything?" His words hung in the air. She shuddered again. "Don't worry it won't prevent you from doing anything important. " He rocked the little trap door at her crotch back and forth as he said it. She was at least relieved that she could do that. He went back and began to eat again. She stood there and watched him as she stood there nude. Seh crossed her arms "Oh your clothes how could I forget." He tossed her a small bag. Her hands fumbled through the bag as she pulled out a small mini skirt and a tight pink t-shirt. "Ugh " She looked in disgust at the name of the cheap lingerie store she passed on her way here each day. "Or you can hope that I didn't learn about the extra set of overalls that you keep in the work bench." He smiled and leered at her as she began to slide the skirt up along her hips. It felt as if it was too tight for her to even move. The t-shirt was equally as tight. She was about to say something as she managed to get the shirt over her head. He had left though. She looked over at her helmet. "Yeah biking home is going to be fun. Especially with this thing on." She patted the belt as she began to cautiously walk toward the elevator. ***************************** She was walking around her apartment wearing just a tank top and a pair of boxer shorts. Her teeth clenched together as she looked over at her tool drawer. What would he do if she had damaged the belt though? She smiled as she had a thought as she walked back to her bed and opened the drawer of her night stand. Her hands reached into the bureau as she inched the boxer shorts down and got onto all fours. "Well necessity is the mother of invention." She fumbled around as she searched for where she kept the lube. "Damn it. " She put the dildo to her lips and started to suck as she closed her eyes and pumped her head up and down. Her tongue danced around the tip. The dildo felt massive in her mouth as she continued to lube it. Her eyes closed. "Well well slut. I guess I did get my show after all. " He had started to clap. She tried to slide her shorts up as he got on the bed beside of her. Her boxers were quickly stripped off and tossed against the wall. He yanked down his boxers as he pushed his cock to her lips. "No stop it!" Her protests were ignored as she felt his cock slide into her mouth. She began sucking as hard as she could desperate to get him off. "That's a good girl get it nice and wet. Because you know where its going." She winced in pain knowing what that meant. Her head vigorously pumped up and down. His hand began to rub her ass and probe her. She groaned hard at the intrusion as small tears formed in her eyes. "Times up. Ass up and head down." He slapped her ass hard indicating for her to turn around. She began to cry as he grabbed her hips. "Uh not there." The protest came out half muted. She grimaced at the feeling of his cock at her ass. "Beg for it." She shook her head no. His hands grabbed her hair as he began to drag her backward. She tried to keep her hips forward. But to no avail. "Ahhh no!" It was just a defeated whimper as he began to fuck her. "That's a good girl take that cock." He tugged at her hair a bit harder. Tears began to stream down her cheeks. His hand wound itself tighter as the other hand roughly pinched her nipples. His breathing was getting heavier. "I'm getting closer slut. I think you should join me." He patted her ass. "My belt master?" She said the words through gritted teeth as his hips bounced and forth. "No not this time little girl. Maybe once you are behaving better." His hand came down with a defiant slap. She bowed her head as she began to feel the stir of pleasure drift over like a slow wave. His grunting was getting closer as she bounced her hips. The pain in her breast grew as he kept abusing it. "You ready for me slave?" She could only mumble a slow yes as her body began to shake. She felt his cock spasm as she cried out. "Thank You sir!" She trembled as she managed to regain her senses. The dildo was still embedded in her ass as she knelt there on all fours. Her breast was sore. She got up onto her knees. "Ow damn." She rubbed her ass as she knelt there. The pain in her ass had transitioned to being just general soreness. Her eyes searched the room for her boxer shorts as she smiled. "Well what he doesn't know won't hurt me" She chuckled lightly to herself as she eyed the shower. "That would be nice." She stripped off her tank and the boxers as she eyed the belt. "You better be waterproof." She walked over to the mirror and noticed the small writing on the top of the belt. She inched her hip out as she read. "Dishwasher safe? eww." *************************** She winced as they both sat and watched the tv. He was laughing a bit as he stared at the tv. "I can't believe you were in my apartment." She stared at the screen. He would occasionally look over at her. "You did give me control over you during that time. That includes your apartment. Now be quiet and tell me what you were thinking during the time where you were bucking up and down on that dildo." He smiled as she looked at the image of herself roughly fucking her own ass. "Uh I wasn't thinking about anything." The volume on the scream suddenly hurt her ears as she heard the DVD version of her scream "Thank You Sir." He smiled at her. "I don't think I need you to tell me." She hung her head in defeat as he motioned for her to stand up. "Maybe you need the sensation to elicit some honesty from you. Now mount my cock. " She looked down as she began to straddle his hips. "We will keep the belt on. I'll take it off.. When you are behaving better. " She gritted her teeth as she felt his cock slide into her ass. He was bigger than the dildo. The tears began to form in her eyes as she began to bounce up and down as she watched the video. "Keep the pace you had before." Red formed on her face as he relaxed. "Yes sir," She hoped he would be quicker than she imagined.