Scarlet Woodville was in her little bookshop, stacking up a load of new books that had just arrived that morning. From the outside window Scarlet looked like any normal 25 year old young lady. She was had dark hazel brown hair, red plump lips and deep brown eyes. Her skin was pale due to the lack of contact with the suns rays and her body was slim with the perfect kind of curves. Scarlet took great pride in keeping her body fit, and she enjoyed the ways in which she did it. Little did everyone know little Miss sweet and innocent was so sweet nor innocent. When it came to the bedroom department, lets just say she was scared in being in control.<br/><br/>But that had become the problem. Don't get her wrong she liked to be in control, with toys and anything that could be used to tie people up but she too like to be controlled too. She would almost go as far as enjoying it more then herself being in control but she had still yet to fine the right kind of man that could fill her deep needs. She needed someone more 'controlling' then her in that department. Many men have tried but they never seem to for fill that title. They just think they play the part right but really they just acted. Scarlet wanted someone where it just come naturally to them. Was that so much to ask for?<br/><br/>It was a summers day so the wither was perfect. The sun shine across the street and into her small shop, not only illuminating the books but also her pale soft skin. As she stretched to retch the top shelf her pale blue summer dress raised ever so slightly to show off her long perfectly curved legs and just shy of reveling the curve of her bum and what ever underwear she was wearing. Stretching back down she heard the light noise of the shop bell ring, telling her that someone had walked into her store. "I'll be with in a moment..." Scarlet called back as she stretched upright again placing the another book onto the top shelf.<br/><br/>Placing the book onto the shelf she gave a light sigh of relief as stood at her normal height of 5"5. Scarlet drew her attention on the other six books left to stack up. She knew she should use a stool or something but where was the fun in that? Turning on her flats she walked swiftly and elegantly over to her counter. On arrival she moved a few papers and smiled up to the rather attractive gentlemen in front of her. "Sorry about that. What can I help you with?" Scarlet asked politely with a warm smile.