Her bags were packed. Her mind was made up, and the excitement was threatening to overwhelm her. She wanted someone, anyone to touch her, to caress her, to be inside her. The need was overwhelming, was becoming almost an obsession. Better to feel pain and lust, than this emptiness inside. She never would have guessed the death of her mother, a woman she barely even knew, would affect her so much.
She wanted to be as far away from the pitying looks of her friends and co-workers as she could get. She wanted to be embraced by no pity, no mercy at all. She went over her instructions one last time, turned off the computer, and grabbed her keys. Without a backward glance, she left her apartment.
Finally, she was here. After fucking DRIVING for so long, she was finally, where she wanted to be... A million miles away from anyone she would know, or who could judge her for what she was about to do. As if she even really cared any more. It was time for a change, time to feel. She wanted to feel something, ANYTHING but empty. She was glad she chose HIM...
After walking slowly to the hotel room, enduring the knowing smirk of the asshole at the front counter... Like he even had a CLUE... She found the room..596.. and unlocked the door. Walking inside, she dropped her bags to the floor, immediately stripped, and placed around her own eyes the blind fold that was waiting for her on the bed; just as she had agreed.
Kneeling on the floor with her hands behind her back, she knelt, facing the door, and with her heart beating louder with each passing moment, she felt the fear slowly crawl its way up from the pit of her stomach.