The Right Fit
……She arrived at the remote hotel on the dark hill top at 11.30pm precisely, as instructed. The hotel porter seemed to be expecting her and after she had checked in at the desk, handed her an ornate key.
“Top floor, room 7,” he said, his eyes travelling the length of her body, taking in the heavily rouged lips, black leather trenchcoat, tightly belted at the waist, and down to her stockinged feet and shiny red stiletto shoes.
She avoided his gaze, feeling nervous, her heart beating in anticipation and fear of the unknown. Her heels clicked loudly as she walked along the narrow corridor towards the lift.
His eyes had been hungry for her, she could tell. If only he had realised that beneath the shiny coat she wore nothing but a black lace suspender belt and tiny thong. Her brown nipples, now hard, brushed against the soft leather as she stretched out her arm to open the doors of the lift.
By the time she reached the top floor, she was breathing erratically. Her hand trembled as she turned the key in the lock of room 7. The door opened and she was enveloped in darkness. She fumbled for the light switch but a familiar voice said sternly, “Leave it. Wait there.”
She recognised his muscular frame as he stepped out of the shadows towards her.
“Close your eyes,” he instructed. Shaking, she obeyed.
“Now, take off your coat.”
Carefully, she unbuttoned the front, loosening the belt and let it fall to the ground.
She imagined his eyes devouring her before he said, “Step forward. That’s enough.”
Her eyes still closed, she felt the heat of his body as he stood behind her. She heard him take something from his pocket, a soft rustling sound and she knew he was going to blindfold her with a silk scarf.
Gently, he took her hand.
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