She followed me out the door obediently. On the elevator, I fondled her breast by putting my hand inside the open front of her blouse and rubbing and pinching her nipple. It was instantly hard.
We went to the hotel bar and I chose a table that was in a well lit area. I sat down against the wall and had Valerie sit next to me. I set the scene up so that we faced toward a group of men who were having some sort of party, probably a birthday celebration for one of them. They hadn't been able to take their eyes off Valerie since we walked in. I noticed a woman sitting at a table behind the men. She was alone and stunning. She was dressed very formally, as if she were going to a cocktail party, but there was only the one drink on the table. I didn't think any more about her, except to wonder how she would like the festivities I had planned.
"Valerie, slide your ass out to the edge of your chair."
She did as I instructed.
"Now open your legs as wide as the skirt will allow."
"Oh, sir. Please don't. Everyone will see."
"Yes, they will. Won't they be lucky? Do it now."
She did. The fabric was somewhat stretchy and yielded a little, allowing for a wider opening. I told her to stay in that position while I went to the bar. The men at the other table were mesmerized. I walked past them and when I reached the bar, I turned and looked at Valerie. Now I could see the same scene the men having the party could see. It was, indeed, mesmerizing. There was enough light to see all of her lovely thighs and all the way to her sweet little cunt. I had trimmed most of the hair away that morning leaving only a small patch at the top of her slit and a little down each side. It framed her pussy lips beautifully. I was pretty sure that I could see moisture glistening on the hair near the bottom of her slit. She was getting excited.
I got us two drinks and returned to my seat.
"How do you feel, Valerie?" I asked.
"Very naughty, sir."
"Good, you are very naughty. You are a little slut aren't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Whose slut are you?"
"Yours, sir."
I then noticed that the woman at the table behind the party was staring our way with a glassy look in her eyes. As I watched, I saw that she had one hand beneath the table and appeared to be rubbing herself.
"Sir, I need to go to the ladies room. I've had too much to drink. May I go?"
"You may."
As soon as she left the room, the woman at the other table walked over to me and said, "That was beautiful. She's beautiful. Thank you for letting me see that."
"You're most welcome. I see you appreciate a pretty pussy."
"Oh, yes. That's the prettiest I've seen in a long time."
"Wouldn't you like to see it up close?"
"What do you mean?"
"After we go back to our room and get settled, you could come up and join us."
"Oh yes. I'd love to."
"Here," I said handing her the room number I'd written on a napkin. "Be there at precisely nine PM. What is your name?"
"I'll be there," she said. "My name is Stephanie."
Valerie came back and I had her put on a little more show for the guys at the party. I made her bend over to adjust the strap on her shoe which exposed her lovely little tits quite well. As she sat up again, she looked toward the party table and held her gaze on the poor bastards. Those guys were going to have blue balls tonight. Then I had her stand and bend over with her back to them to pick up her purse from the floor. This exposed the lower half of her ass cheeks and her cunt as the skirt rode up. I ordered her to wiggle her ass.
"Like this sir," she said as she did a slow swaying motion created by shifting her weight from one leg to the other and back again.
"Very nice, Valerie."
I figured we had tormented the poor boys long enough and besides it was eight fifteen already.
"Let's go Valerie. Strut your way out of here and back up to the room. Show them what they wish they could have."
She did a strut that any runway model would have been proud of. Her hips seemed to have a life of their own. She walked slowly and languorously at my side. At the door, I turned and smiled at the party. They all grinned back. They knew the show had been for them and they appreciated it.
When we got to the room, I had Valerie undress completely and lie on the bed. I took some nylon straps out of my suitcase and tied one to each leg of the bed. I slipped padded cuffs with velcro closures around Valerie's wrists and ankles and secured those to the straps. Then I pulled the straps taut so that her legs were spread wide and her arms stretched over her head. She was very relaxed and seemed to be enjoying the feeling of being trussed up so that she was helpless. Then I took out a blindfold. Her eyes got bigger and the fear was back.
She said, "Please don't cover my eyes. I'll do whatever you want."
"Of course you will, Sweetheart. You have no choice."
"But I don't want to be in the dark."
"I know, but it will be best for you now. You must learn to trust me," I said as I placed the blindfold over her eyes and secured it with the straps around her head so that she couldn't dislodge it.
"Yes, sir. Please don't hurt me."