It was a Friday evening and Bijou was heading to a hotel. After a difficult week, she really needed a good rest and decided to go to a neighbouring city and rest all by herself, alone. She checked in at the hotel and was extremely dissapointed with the room. It was so much smaller than the pictures showed it on the website, the room was barely tidy and had no features that she was promised. She took a deep breath, took off her tight dress and sat on the side of the bed. She was wearing a black shirt, underwear and high black heels. Without the dress, her long, shapely, beautiful legs were on a perfect display. They were well trained from the years of practicing, as Bijou is a ballerina. Heels made her legs look even more perfect. There was a telephone on the side of the bed. Bijou dialed room service and told them everything that was wrong with the room:
‘I was told this was a four star hotel… I come here and see a two star dump. I actually wanna talk to your manager’ she informed the room service.
In about three minutes, the door opened and the manager came in. A guy about 35 years of age. He was scocked to see s black haired beauty like Bijou sit on the side of the bed, only wearing an underwear and a shirt, on the heels. First few seconds after coming in the room, he was speechles, just admiring the beauty and the figure of the girl he just saw.
‘Hello. I heard you…’ he finally started talking but was instantly interupted by Bijou
‘So you are the manager of this… dump?’ She told him and laughed as if she was laughing directly at him. Even though she was sitting and he was standing, it looked like Bijou was staring him down.
‘Well I… I don’t see anything wrong in this room’ he said defensively. Right at that moment, Bijou grabbed his hand and pushed him down on the bed. The manager fell face first on the bed, his knees landing on the floor. Bijou was extremely quick and wrapped her long legs around his head. She lovked her ankles. The manager of the hotel was shocked by what just happened. He frantically tried to seperate her legs from each other, but they were locked in like a steel trap. He struggled and moved a lot but with his head stuck between Bijou’s legs, there was barely anything he could do. He was running out of air and breathing was becoming incredibly difficult. He was trapped. Both of them knew it.
‘Now, I am going to call the room service once again. I want you to shut up, I don’t want to hear a word coming out of your mouth, or I will send you to sleep right then and there’ she was in total control. The manager didn’t say a word, not even a reply, he just obeyed and stated quiet.
Bijou grabbed the phone and started dialing. The scene where she was calmly dialing while holding a guy between her legs with ease made everything look so easy. They responded.
‘Yeah, he is here but he is not of any help. You either let me stay here for free or give me the best room you have’ she said this and hung the phone up. As soon as she hung up the manager started grunting. He couldn’t take the power of Bijou’s squeezes. His both hand on the sides of her smooth but deadly thighs, bugling like pythons with well toned muscle, swallowing his head. He looked like he was about to burst out in tears, face all red.
‘So… do we have an agreement?’ Said bijou and raised her body with her hands. Her legs straightened and squeezed him with terrifying power. He panicked and frantically started screaming and tapping her thighs in an uncobtrollable motion.
‘I will be of help’ he barely managed to get these words out of his mouth.
‘A simple yes or no, that’s all I want’ said Bijou and continued squeezing him. He was desperate to get the word ‘yes’ out of his mouth but Bijou’s legs prevented him from speaking. He felt like his jaw was being crushed. He turned blue, his movement became slower and his vision blurred. He felt like he was about to pass out at any time, barely even breathing. He was letting out noices that he himself founf ridiculous. Tears started rolling from his eyes and his hand started slowly tapping Bijou’s thighs in a final attamp to get mercy from her. At that moment, the pressure stopped. Bijou eased it up for him. He started breathing frantically, sucking in all the possible amount of air.
‘I’m a man killer’ she told him in a soft, sensual manner
‘Y… you… I will l-let you stay for free, please, release me, and everything will be exactly like you say. I am begging you, please’
Bijou smirked. She made the hold just tight enough to prevent him from speaking. The manager started thrashing his body around in a frantic attampt to escape, but Bijou’s legs held him with ease. She grabbed the phone again and dialed room service.
‘So, he decided to let me stay for free. Right, Mr. Manager?’ She said, eased the pressure and put the phone on his ear.
‘Y.. yes-yes, please, I decided to let her stay for free for as long as she wants’ he confirmed in a shaky, terrified voice
Bijou hung up. The room service girl was shocked at how terrified her boss sounded. He has never ever let anyone stay for free.
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