Across the hall

Ryan needed to stop to get a jacket and change his clothes.
Leslie sat on his couch to wait. The apartment was filled with paintings and photographs of women.
"I guess you can tell I'm an art major. What are you studying?" Ryan peeked around the corner as he was changing. He lingered a bit looking at her before returning to his changing. Leslie acted as if she did not notice but she felt like she was totally in control of him and it was fun. She crossed her legs and adjusted her stockings.
"I'm majoring in psychology and minoring in theater." Leslie threw out. Leslie noticed a paining with a model sprawled out on the very couch she was sitting she mimicked the pose, arching her back and throwing her arms back. It made her feel sexy.
Ryan, peeked around the corner again. She saw him out of the corner of her eye, his mouth was agape he quickly disappeared afraid she would notice. When he was out of sight she smiled evilly. There was something about evoking him that was devilishly fun. What next?
"You sure have got a lot of work here. You get your models from the college?" She inquired.
"Actually, sadly, I have mainly worked off of other people's photos. I'm a bit shy about asking for models. The photos are pretty much in class work. I get a bit nervous with the models alone in my apartment." This time as he peeked out Leslie was right near the door frame. He stepped back awkwardly and blushed he was not wearing a shirt. Leslie felt a primal predatory sensation of power. She took a single step towards him.
"I could use some portfolio shots." She stepped in closer, "If I don't make you too nervous, that is."
Ryan swallowed. "No. No." He said quickly.
"I'd love to. I mean if you'd like I can do that for you."
Leslie knowing the hooks are in turned away and walked back in the living room. She knew he was absently following her.
"I might even be willing to pose for a painting." She stopped and turned sharply towards one "I like this one. Something like that." She pointed at a nude woman posed like a panther about to strike."
"Wow." Ryan breathed, "Um, yeah we could do that." He stood quietly in awe staring at her.
Leslie felt so in control, it was a feeling of total power.
"Finish getting dressed. I'm feeling hungry." Leslie commanded and slowly walked over and sat on the couch.
As she waited Leslie began to feel like he was biting off more than he cared to chew. Why would he do that? But the temptation of that kind of manipulative powers was so strong.
In the car she couldn't help noticing he kept checking her out out of the corner of his eye. She turned looking dreamily out the window. All the while twirling a finger on her exposed knees just above the thigh. It was exhilirating to be in such control and act oblivious.