"Where are we going?" she asks. He responds, "You will see when we get there."
The last rays of the sun bounce off the hood of the black truck as it rolls down the highway. The network of roadways criss-cross and converge into perfect 90 degree corners as the truck speeds on past them. At one particular corner, the truck veers to the right and heads perpendicular to its original path. This happens a few more times before pulling into a parking lot and into a parking space.
She looks at him with a bit of surprise in her face. "Why are we at a hotel?" she inquires. "It's a surprise..." he replies. He had been gone most of the afternoon and she has wondered what he was up to, where he might have gone. He steps out of the truck and closes his door, walks over to the passenger door as she is getting out and offers her his hand. She takes it as he leads her from the truck. He closes the truck door and continues on to the front door of the hotel.
As they step inside, the desk clerk who asks if they have a reservation greets them. He replies that he was in already and has the room key. He continues to lead her past the front desk to the elevators. He presses the "Up" arrow and they patiently await the elevator doors to open. Stepping onto the elevator with her at his side, he presses the button for the top floor. The doors close and the elevator quickly rises to its destination.
Upon reaching the top floor, doors open and the couple step from the elevator into the hallway. He leads her down the corridor to the last door on the left. Stopping in front of the door, he pulls out a Secure Card key from his front pocket. He then slips the card key into the slot on the door and the red light changes to green with an audible click. He pushes the door open and says, "After you."
She smiles at him and steps into the darkened room, just past the doorway. He steps in behind her and closes the door before turning on the lights. With a flick of a switch, his intentions are revealed. Already laid out and set up are the tools of pleasure and pain. The bed has been pushed out of the way and a padded table now fills that space. Next to the padded table is a small rolling cart with such items laid upon it as a blindfold, nipple clamps, handcuffs, nylon straps, and leather straps.
Her attention then turns to the rest of the room. He has set up candles in various places. A bottle of champagne is in a bucket of ice and a fresh meal sits ready for them on another table with some chairs. He turns to her and says, "Table A or Table B?" He grins, knowing that he hasn't told her which is which. A little confused, she says, "Which one is table A?" "That's the fun part... You don't know, but I do." he replies with a grin. "Table A, I guess." she responds. "Table a it is..." he says grinning.
