She knew she shouldn’t be here as she hesitated in front of the door marked 213. Her heart was beating so fast that she could feel it thumping under the soft silk of the expensive black lace bra. Her usual business attire discarded for her afternoon rendezvous. She felt light headed yet strangely excited. She was sweating despite the exposed flesh. It was her first time with a client; ‘ i must be mad, out of my mind to be doing this’. Her hand trembled as it reached out to knock three times as instructed on the door. It looked old and well used just like the rest of this run down cheap hotel. Her car looked out of place in the parking lot., if you could call it that. Weeds sprouted between the concrete slabs between the assorted automobiles, there were crumpled fast food bags, discarded soda cans and old wooden crates stacked against a wall. She’d smelt the old acrid cigarette smoke, seen the burn marks in the faded carpet, chewing gum stuck to the edge of the door, and various dark brown stains from dubious liquid sources on the hallway carpet as she hurriedly walked from the entrance lobby, past the lobby man who leered at her with lustful envy, up the two flights of steps ( elevator out of service) and finally to where she stood now.
Author: Etoile67gp
A chance encounter. NSFW. MF. Bondage/rape theme. Trigger warning.
He heard her footsteps echoing in the alleyway between the two houses before he saw her. The click click of her high heels and her clothes moving against her soft body. She walked past him without noticing the shadow against the wall.. his dark clothes made him almost invisible in the blackness. He had a hunters instincts. It was something he’d developed over time. It didn’t matter because he knew what she looked alike anyway. She wasn’t what you’d call Hollywood beautiful, but he never chose them on their physique alone. He liked the way they walked, the way they spoke to you with that arrogant demeaning tone, that made him smile about what he would always end up doing to them. Their perfect office attire hinted at hidden desires and thoughts that needed releasing. Smaller than him, shoulder length blonde hair, curvy in all the right places, a short black secretary’s skirt maybe one size too small that high lighted her ass and her shapely legs, and rounded breasts were just a little too big for her blouse to contain. That she was a 6 or maybe a 7, obviously out of his league, wasn’t a problem, tonight that didn’t matter because he would show her that he could be a 3 or a 4 and still make her moan and scream with pleasure. She was his but she wouldn’t know that until it was too late.