Roberta Hawkins – Client 146
Chapter One
I got out of my house that night and closed the door behind me. The air outside was cold, creating a chilly feeling as it brushed against my pale face. My raven black hair was tucked underneath my winter hat and I wrapped my arms around my chest to increase the feeling of warmth I desperately needed.
I didn't know if it was a good idea to go there. Stepping out in this weather was already a bad idea. What was I thinking? I thought about turning around and going back home but I couldn't do it. I had to go there. Something inside me yearned for the lustful pleasures he promised.
I would never have gotten to this point if it wasn't for my ex-boyfriend, Derek. He came into my life and told me everything I was desperate to hear. Being the fool that I was, I believed his every word.
He told me I was beautiful in his eyes. How could I have believed that? There was nothing special about my pale features. My face was freckled and my eyes were a dull gray. My hair was black and unruly, refusing to stay sleek like that of other girls. I was the ugly duckling in high school and it was okay until Derek came along.
He would wrap his arms around me and tell me I was special. Every day spent with me was priceless – those were his words. He would fuck me long and hard while staring into my eyes. I thought it meant something to him. Clearly, it all meant nothing.
I took one step after another, heading towards the train station. I couldn't take a cab there because the instructions were clear. The place I was headed to could not be revealed to anyone – not even a cab driver.
All through the train ride I thought about the bitch Derek was cheating on me with. According to her they had been together for nine months. That was just one month less than the time we spent together. Who cheats on their girlfriend after just one month of dating? I guess Derek.
I got off the train and walked into the woods. That was what he asked me to do – the handsome stranger who got me to do this in the first place. It took about five minutes for me to see the place he described. I was awed. It didn't feel possible that a place like that would be hidden in the woods and nobody knew about it.
It was a lot bigger than I thought it would be. Actually, it was a mansion. There were dull lights in the surroundings so people could see their way through but it wasn't bright enough to make the building visible. I guessed it was all in the secrecy stride. No one will make a place secret, only to flood it with lights. That will make it visible from helicopters and any other tall structure that springs up in the area.
There was a stone-lined path that led straight to the door. I walked away from the grass and stepped my right foot on the path. That's when I saw them. They must have been resting in the darkness and my footsteps must have scared them. They flew off in different directions, startling me. I had never seen that many bats in the same place in my entire life. It freaked me out a little though. I thought I was going to end up with a few bites in a Batman type shit. Thankfully, they just flew away and left me unscathed.
After regaining my composure, I walked straight to the front door. There were several front doors actually, but the one I went to had a sign that said 'Main Entrance'. I closed my eyes for a few minutes and sighed. This was it. I had to go in now. There was no going back.
Chapter Two
I expected the door to creak but it didn't. There was a reception directly opposite me and I walked towards it. A teenage-looking girl sat behind the desk, staring at a computer screen.
"How may I help you today?" She asked, lifting her head to acknowledge my presence and smiling at me.
I was about to reply when my eyes caught sight of a girl standing on a staircase to my right. For several minutes, I was disoriented. I had never felt that way at the sight of another girl before. Deep feelings of lust rose up from the pit of my stomach. My eyes were fixed on her firm double D breasts which were covered by a half cut corset that exposed the top part of her breasts. I could clearly see her luscious cleavage from the distance I stood. I immediately had images of the two of us doing naughty things behind closed doors. I think I was hallucinating because I don't know where those images came from. I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs. It was coming from my pussy, slipping through my fishnet panties, and falling unto my thighs.
"Excuse me, Miss. How may I help you?" The receptionist retained the smile on her face. It was clear to see she was just being professional.
"I... I... Sorry. I'm here because..."
I froze at that point. It just occurred to me that I never got the handsome stranger's name. How could I have come all this way without as much as a name to reference?
I cleared my throat and continued.
"I was invited by a handsome stranger and I didn't even get his name."
I chuckled because I was alarmed at myself. I probably looked like the biggest idiot in the world just standing there. Maybe it was time to turn around and go home.
"Can I have your name please?" The receptionist said.
"Roberta... Roberta Hawkins." I replied.
"One moment, please. You can take a seat over there while I search for your reservation." She replied, motioning to the leather settee on the left corner of the room.
I nodded and turned around. She wasn't going to find a reservation because I didn't make any. The handsome stranger only told me about the place when he found me crying outside Derek's apartment. He told me to give it a shot. I didn't even tell him the date I was going to go there. This was all fucked up. Maybe I should go before the receptionist gives me the embarrassing news.
My mind went back to the girl on the staircase. I looked back there but she was gone. I don't know what the fuck happened to me when I saw her the first time. I have never been attracted to a girl in my entire life. I was here to 'explore a night of sinful pleasures with no strings attached' – that was the way the handsome stranger proposed the idea to me and I loved it. In the emotional state that I was, I was ready to do whatever it took to get Derek out of my mind and that included getting someone to fuck me silly.
"Excuse me, Miss. I have found your reservation." The receptionist called out to me.
That was a shocker. How did she find a reservation when I didn't make one? It didn't matter at that point because she gave me a key card with the number 146 and pointed me in the direction of the rooms. I thanked her and walked away.
I went into the room and sat on the bed. Everything looked really expensive. It was clear to see this was an exclusive hotel that catered only to the rich. Was the handsome stranger rich? Why was he willing to spend so much money to give me a good time? I must have looked really pathetic crying out there that night... or maybe he just found me attractive.
That was a long shot though. I'm pretty sure pathetic was more on the right track.
The door opened and I turned around to see his icy blue eyes. They reminded me of the Alp Top drink. Pleasing to the eyes and great to the taste. It made one forget how fucked up they can make them feel after hitting the bottom of the glass.
"Hello, Roberta. I'm glad you came." He said, walking into the room and closing the door behind him.
What the fuck? I never told him my name. Wait a minute. Did I? I didn't really remember. I was an emotional mess that day.
Chapter Three
The handsome stranger smiled and took slow deliberate steps towards me. I already had ideas of him coming to me and taking my clothes off – no conversations necessary. He didn't do that. Instead, he walked towards a drawer and opened it. He brought a bottle and two glasses out of the drawer before closing it back up. He filled both glasses and passed one to me. The liquid inside was red and had a weird taste. It must have been a rare and expensive mixture, judging from the look of the hotel. The good thing was that it was cold and sweet. I could tell there was a bit of alcohol in it but that was okay. It was cold outside anyway and I was here to get fucked. The alcohol would help put me in the right frame of mind.
We drank and laughed for a while before I started to feel the effects of the alcohol. Did I say it had a bit of alcohol before? Scratch that. It had a lot of alcohol. I found it difficult to coordinate my thoughts. Everything was hazy but not to the point where I couldn't see. That was when he began the unforgettable experience.
He walked back to the drawer to return the glasses we had used. The speed with which he returned was unimaginable. I must have been zoning in and out of consciousness because there was no way he could have returned that fast.
He picked me up from the bed and pinned me against a nearby wall. My heart started to beat faster because I was anticipating what was to come. I didn't see him taking his shirt off but he was suddenly without it. It must have been the alcohol messing with my head. I liked what I saw – a lot! His abs were toned and muscular. In one word, he was freaking hot! Okay, that was two words but he really looked that hot.
He didn't take my clothes off, he tore them off.
"What the fuck?" I yelled.
How was I to go back to my apartment when he just tore the only clothes I had on me? All sexual feelings inside me disappeared and I became immediately angry.
