Jake walked into the room. It was brutally cold. He could see his breath and even feel his joints ache as he entered. A shiver ran up and down his body. He felt it was screwy since outside it was almost 40 degrees. He could hear The Mamas and the Papas playing softly throughout the room. It was dimly lit by lights hung from the high ceiling.
"Ten below?" he thought as he walked along. It was a large room, with partitions here and there giving the illusion of many rooms, but it was only the one. Some of areas between the partial walls contained desks. Some had what looked like exam tables as in a doctor's office. One had a large bed. Strangest place he had ever been in to his recollection. "Maybe they make movies here or something?" he wondered. Some were simply vacant. Jake walked until he could see the steam of another's breath coming over one partition wall. Was it her? Could it be her? It didn't seem like anyone else was here, it had to be her.
Jake made his way around the barrier which artificially separated the areas of the room and saw her; the woman he was told would be there, Esmeralda. She was gorgeous. She was probably in her early 40s and almost totally naked. She wore a fur shawl which really only covered her shoulders and was fastened at the front. She also had on a fur bikini bottom and a pair of toeless leather spiked boots. Her breasts were of medium size, Jake could not judge the exact measurements, but they were obviously perfect, or nearly so. Her nipples were erect and she just lay there on a cheetah skin which was draped over one of those exam tables he had noticed in some of the other rooms. She was smiling at him. He walked over and examined he long lean body. Magnificent legs ending at exquisite toes with nails painted dark blue. He had to look closely to make sure it was nail polish, not the side effects of hypothermia.
He made his way back up to the crest between her legs covered by the fur. He could detect a slight raspberry aroma coming from her pussy area. He wanted to bend over and get a nose full, but he didn't dare.
His eyes followed her torso up, back to those taught impressive breasts that he guessed were very real. Her shoulders were impressive as well, sturdy without being manly.
He spent a moment staring at her neck. He thought to himself, "So much to love about this neck. Not veiny, not fatty, just beautiful. He revisited her smile. It was genuine and soothing. Her nose, not quite pug, but had a slight up-turn to it, but only slight. Her eyes were a deep dark chocolate brown and her pupils were wide with anticipation. Her hair was so luxurious and rich, as deep and dark as her eyes.
He stood straight as she sat up. "How in the hell can she be tolerating this cold?" he asked himself as she began to look him over. Then, without warning, she screamed at him.
"STRIP, FUCK FACE!" The words were harsh and angry and she had an almost guttural voice and some kind of accent, eastern European maybe.
He didn't hesitate and did just as he was told, stripping down to his underwear. She would have none of it. She grabbed a whip from a bracket on the wall and let him have it across the back and screamed once more, "I SAID STRIP! TAKE OFF THOSE DAMN TIGHTY WHITIES!"
He thought that this small bit of cloth might be the ONLY thing to keep him from freezing to death, but she seemed pretty insistent and off they went.
Jake shivered instinctively placing his hands over his private parts.
"HANDS AT YOUR SIDES, SCUM!" bellowed Esmeralda as she whipped him again.
Jake's shivering was now as much shuddering as the pain swept through his body. He complied immediately and started to apologize to Esmeralda but she cut him off...
"WHO TOLD YOU TO SPEAK?" she yelled into his ear, adding, "IF I WANT TO HEAR FROM YOU, I'LL MAKE YOU BEG FOR MERCY!"
Jake got the message loud and clear. He couldn't help but wonder how she was dealing so well with the extreme cold, but didn't want his curiosity to show on his face, fearing it may lead to more violence against him. And just what the hell brought all this about, he wondered.
Esmeralda circled around Jake. She was GORGEOUS but so mean. She stood in front of him and grabbed his member. At first her touch was tender and loving, but it soon gave way as her hands fell to his scrotum and she began to twist his balls almost 180 degrees, but she stopped short of twisting them off. Then she became tender again and gave his schlong a slight stroke with her leather clad hands. She stood inches from him, gazing up into his eyes. She continued to run her gloved hands down his shaft. He was slowly becoming erect. From the end to the tip, softly stroking, one hand then the next. She soon saw a look of happiness begin to come over Jake's face and she immediately stopped and slapped his dick, once, twice, thrice. Then she licked the index finger of her glove with a look that said, "And what are YOU going to do about it?"
Jake just stood hoping the cold would deaden the pain before it became too intense.
