"I suggest that until you see Roxy, that's the last time you get your rocks off...I'll give her the meeting information, a week from now, 8 pm. Monte Carlo Hotel. I'll have you a reservation." Tracy had told me after giving me road head on the way back to work.
The Monte Carlo was a ritzy place, not the type of place I would just bring to bang a woman, hell I have my own home for that. It was a four star hotel though and I was treated like royalty almost immediately after they found out who was footing the bill. Hotels like other people footing the bill for people. They have this theory that if they keep on going off and piling on various amenities on a person they will rack up a huge bill that they will never get to see. They asked if I would like to have a massuse come up to my room and I had to refrain from grinning. I kindly declined and took my overnight bag up to my room.
It was 7 o'clock and I had to get prepared for Roxy. I showered and shaved. I didn't redress, but I put on a black robe that the hotel provided. On the hotel stationary, I wrote a quick note.
Roxy,
Knock hard on the door 3 times, followed by a soft tap, before opening the door.
I taped it outside the door and set the lock so she could open it without a problem and organized myself seated on a couch in the suite and looked at the door. In hand I had a vodka tonic to calm my nerves. I wasn't use to playing a dominant roll, so I would have to wing it.
I heard paper crumble from outside, then 3 loud knocks, and two soft ones, and the door opened to reveal Roxy. She smiled at me with a black lipstick smile and twirled a bit of her straight black hair. She looked at me as if I was prey, and I knew that if I didn't say something now, it wouldn't work out how Tracy said it.
"This isn't anything to smile about," I said sternly and she was taken aback slightly, "Close the door."
"I thought we might let anyone that wanted to come in come in," she smirked.
"You signed up for this," I said, "You might get pleasure, but you will probably get pain, and the fact is little girl you may not like what a real man can give you." I was talking out my ass, but she looked surprised as she closed the door, "turn around, slowly, I want to drink you in before you are tested."
She went and turned around. She had alternating streaks of red and purple going through her hair. She wore a black leather corset top that pushed her tits up and slimmed down her waist. It flowed into a short PVC red plaid mini skirt. No stockings, but on the bottom of her pale legs were a pair of knee high leather boots.
"You like what you see?" she asked.
"How old are you?" I queried.
"Old enough to know better, still to young to care, to use the clichΓ©," she said.
"Well then," I responded, "You won't have any leeway to complain with what happens to you tonight. Get on your hands and knees and crawl over here."
She looked at me in confusion.
"English seems to be your first language, so what part of NOW don't you understand?"
Roxy got down to her hands and knees, and started a slow crawl over, putting exaggerated movement into her hips and shoulders as she drew closer and closer.
"You forgot the leash," I spoke sternly. Her jaw dropped. I don't think Roxy expected me to remember what she said when we first met. I leaned down and stroked her neck, circling her throat with a finger, "Stay right there, don't move."
I walked over to the bed and pulled out a leather leash and a chain collar.
"Hey now I didn't sign up for this."
"Actually, this is exactly what you signed up for," I said, but I wasn't going to be mean I was going to give her an out, "Now you have a choice, you can leave here and look bad in front of the friends you were trying to make. You know talking a big game about how young and supposedly good at this you are, with me telling them "Yeah she was just a little scared girl that ran away," or you can be still to young to care... to coin your phrase. I have 60 seconds to decide. I don't want a verbal answer. If you don't leave in 60 seconds, you are mine and I'll have you any way I want."
Damn I was talking a good game, though Tracy would probably be laughing at me with how things were handled. I could tell that Roxy was working things in her mind as I counted in my head 60 seconds. She didn't leave as I walked over. I linked the chain collar so it would have a choke affect as I slid it around her head, pulling her hair out from inside the collar, and then clicked the leash onto it.
"I'm not going to tell you when you are screwing up, I'm going to just pull on the collar, if you go to work with a bruise around your neck will all be up to you, though I probably will pull you around just for kicks, now how old are you?"