The Wednesday after Thanksgiving... Cold, wet, and dark with heavy clouds...
8:25 AM
Eddie found himself staring at the clock, wondering for the thousandth time whether or not this woman with the very strange story and very bizarre request was going to show up. He had a side bet with himself that she would not.
That hadn't stopped him from preparing though. Eddie had already been up since 6:00 AM. He had prepared his toys, making sure that he had easy access and that they were cleaned and ready. He had checked and rechecked that all the recording equipment was in place and in working order, most of the cameras invisible to the casual eye.
In addition to time, Eddie had already spent over $2000 on this encounter. A large piece of the money had been spent on this room; four days in a two level two bedroom suite in an extended stay hotel. He had been worried about the noise and hosted a moderately loud party the evening before. Based on the lack of complaint by surrounding tenants or the management Eddie felt that a woman's muffled screams wouldn't cause any more comment than the raucous, screaming laughter of the party.
He took a long look around. The hotel provided a very comfortable sleeper sofa and chair with an ottoman. There was also a very interesting block style table that promised entertainment value if his voluntary victim actually arrived at 9:00 AM as she promised. He turned on the TV in the living room and turned it to see the weather for the day.
The local forecast was coming on, with what Eddie thought of as the international symbols of clouds, rain and sleet.
"Current temperature, 29 degrees," was the monotone announcement. "Winds from North to Northwest at 15 to 20 miles an hour. Heavy clouds throughout the day with a 70 percent chance of precipitation. Early sleet turning to rain later in the day. High of 39 degrees."
The sound and picture was abruptly silenced as he clicked the TV off again.
8:29 AM
Eddie got up from the easy chair and picked up his glass of orange juice, too early for alcohol, and wandered into the bedroom. All of his e-mail and instant message correspondence with the woman who called herself Joan was there, printed out, along with 8x10 copies of all the photos she had sent. A few of the photos she claimed to be her and he would know soon enough. The rest of the pictures were the 'evidence' she said was the reason she wanted to go through what Eddie was going to spend several hours doing to her. He smiled at the thought of his plans.
He had a Plan B of course. If this woman, Joan, didn't show up then he would call his occasional girlfriend Lisa to come over. He would have to put away the more extreme toys that he had on the bed, and also make a special trip to remove the surprise in the upstairs bedroom. Lisa would never go for that idea. But at least his expenses would not be a complete waste.
Eddie briefly looked over all the items on the king size bed. There was a selection of gags, restraints, whips and crops and a number of other items. Every item that Joan had agreed to allow to be used on her was there, as well as a couple more thrown in for Eddie's own pleasure. He was sure that by the time the two of them got to the part of the fantasy where these items would be used Joan would no longer be sure exactly what it was she had agreed to. Picking up two of the butt plugs, he got that small smile of pure pleasure when he thought about that list. She had agreed to some very generalized descriptions.
He took his juice back through the living room area and took the three steps to the kitchenette. Mentally running through his inventory he rechecked the refrigerator. A dozen bottles of water, a large plastic container each of strawberries and grapes, a box of white zinfandel, a box of chocolate covered eclairs, and some mixed raw vegetables. Eddie reached into the door and picked up a bottle of hot sauce, still debating with himself over its potential use.
He put it back in the door and closed the refrigerator. Looking back at the clock in the living room he saw it was 8:35 now. Shaking his head at his own impatience he took the stairs that led up from the kitchenette to the upstairs area. At the top of the stairs stood a closet, the bedroom to the left and the upstairs bathroom to the right. The door of the closet had a mirror and Eddie checked his appearance once again to be sure he made the presentation he wanted.
Eddie looked into the mirror and saw himself staring back, a 28 year old medium toned black man with close cropped hair wearing black slacks with a white turtleneck sweater and a black sports coat. He thought about the fact that Joan claimed to stand the same 5'9" that he did, but she would be wearing heels and would stand taller than he would. He would make that mutual image work to his advantage. He worked out several times a week and was a muscular 180 lbs. If she was as slim as she said at 135 lbs they should make an interesting looking couple.
The sports coat made the hotel suite comfortable for Eddie. Of course he had just seen that the weather outside was going to be miserable all day. He had set the heater inside for 66 degrees. A bit cool for most people and it should make a naked woman's nipples stand out very nicely.
'Keep her shivering', Eddie thought to himself, looking to the left to look over the second bedroom.
Eddie dressed to look like a moderately successful upper middle class businessman. What he was really, was a computer geek.
"A technophile," he corrected to himself, looking back in the mirror.
He had gotten lucky right out of school, getting a job as the computer guru with a small manufacturing company that had grown quickly with a couple of large government contracts. The owner of the company now trusted Eddie completely with the cyber security and technology of the firm. The company was due for security upgrades over the winter holidays and two days ago Eddie had installed 12 of the new security cameras throughout the suite for 'testing'. One laptop in the upstairs bedroom and two more in the closet were set up to record almost everything that went on over the next 12 hours. A very visible digital camcorder and digital camera were on the table in the living room. If the lady wanted to assume that those were the only recording devices...
He finished his orange juice and went back downstairs to put the glass in the kitchen. He glanced at the clock again. 8:45 AM.
Eddie nearly jumped when he heard the knock at the front door of the suite.
His heart beating a bit faster with excitement he went to the door and peered through the spy hole. She was actually here!
He watched to see if she remembered her instruction. It also gave him a few moments to look her over and contain the grin he knew was showing on his face. She obviously remembered what she was supposed to do. She stepped back away from the door so she could be seen.
This woman's hair color was closer to brown than the pale blonde from her pictures, and styled very differently, but it was obviously the same person who was in the photos he had been sent. She had put down a piece of luggage and a laptop case where they were visible. She looked towards the bottom of the door. As she had said she would, she was wearing a calf length blue trench coat and a pair of shoes that matched the color of the coat almost perfectly. Eddie had expected a large purse but instead she appeared to be holding a small clutch in both hands, held in front of her at the waist. The color of the clutch was identical to the 3 inch heels.
Eddie was impressed with the outfit. Her makeup was as meticulous as her dress. Just a touch of blush on her pale cheeks, a trace of lipstick and well defined eyebrows that suggested careful plucking and coloring. He especially liked the whore red fingernail polish. Very nice indeed. Time to get better acquainted.
He opened the door, his expression carefully neutral.
"Joan", he asked.
She glanced up at Eddie and quickly lowered her eyes again. "Yes, Sir," she admitted.
"Where did you park?"
"I took a cab, Sir. The driver dropped me off near the front office and I walked over here after he left the parking lot. I have arranged for a cab to pick me up at the same spot at 9:00 PM, Sir."
"So you took me up on my suggestion, Joan?"
"Yes, Sir. I'm not sure I will be in any condition to drive tonight."
"Very good," said Eddie, although he had mixed emotions about the cab idea. While it meant that her car was nowhere near the hotel it added the potential problem of a witness who knew where she had been dropped off.
Eddie took a step back and reached around for the digital camera. "Are you ready to begin," he asked.
