Man from the bar(3)

"I should--" she almost laughed. Almost put the drink down and wordlessly left. Instead she raised the drink and finished the bourbon in  two swallows. He'd actually asked her-- no proposed, almost told her-- to become his sex slave. Raised eyebrows and raised glass got him building a second cocktail. "What would it involve?" "Sex." He handed her a second drink. "You will give me whatever sexual pleasure I desire. Allow me to enjoy your body in any way I like. Use your powerful and creative mind to further extend and increase the pleasure you can give me. Place yourself totally under my control in all sexual matters." Wow. He really meant it. She had to lean against the counter. That trembling had increased and her scalp seemed to be levitating off her skull. "And," she managed, "And what do I get out of this arrangement?" That was the scientist asking, ready to reject any compensation-- undying love, money, a trip somewhere exotic. "You give yourself to me freely and without limit. Yo