The Path to Submission

Amy stumbled back to the hotel, shaken by her experience. She could still feel those hsnds crawling over her skin and felt abused. At the same time, she knew how much worse it could have been, how powerless she would have been to stop them. Her mind raced, trying to understand what had happened. She knew that she had done nothing to provoke their action, but equally what had caused them to molest her? What motivated them to do such a thing? Was it simply because they could, because alone she was vulnerable. Thinking it through, she realised that she had exposed herself to danger, being in a foreign place, dark and unfamiliar. Not a risk she would have taken back home. Yet it was not her fault and she must stop thinking this way, thinking that she was in someway to blame for the action of those men.

When Amy walked into the hotel, feeling disheveled and still distraught, the first thing she saw was members of the flight crew sitting near the bar. She realised that it was still quite early, but she had no wish to join them. However, she had been spotted, and Carol, the lead flight attendant, waved and beckoned her over. Reluctantly, Amy approached not wishing to appear rude or unfriendly. Immediately they pulled up and offered a drink. Glancing around, Amy was pleased to see that John was not with them.

She sat for awhile chatting with the other flight attendants. It was not long before the captain announced that he was heading to bed, which meant that there were just four girls left behind. Amy was glad about her decision to join them, rather than just sitting alone in her room and stewing over the events of the evening. However, inside she felt a mix of anger at the way she had been treated and frustration with her own naivety. So when John arrived with a beaming smile and a loud "Helloo there ladies!" she felt herself tense. Sure enough, he grabbed a chair and slid in beside her with a muttered "Don't mind me" and then a slightly louder "Anyone up for a drink?"

Before long - and not to her great surprise - Amy felt John's leg pressing lightly against hers. She shifted slightly to create a small gap and send the message that his contact was not welcome. However, moments later the leg had followed her. Even worse, he then decided to put his hand on her knee. Okay Amy just thought this is enough. Standing up she turned to face John directly.

"You know John, I'm sure you are really nice guy and I hope we can be friends, but I have done nothing to suggest any other relationship and I really don't appreciate unwanted attention. Tonight, I was so excited to visit Dubrovnik. I had a lovely peaceful dinner and then simply went to admire the outlook over the sea. For a moment I forgot that I am a girl and that girls are just prey to predators. Three of them decided it would be fun to trap me, grope me - yes, even inside my clothes. And you know the really stupid thing, John? I emerged from that feeling somehow lucky that they had not done more. How crazy is that? I've been left feeling grubby, humiliated and blaming myself forgetting into that situation. Yet it's wrong that I feel this way. It's wrong that I cannot go out alone in a busy city and not be molested. So, if we are to work together, I just need you to respect me and not crowd my space. We are work colleagues and I hope we can be friends. I need your respect."

She could see the mixed emotions on her colleagues' faces. One had looked away, apparently fascinated by the people sitting at a nearby table. Two of the others were glancing nervously between her and John, clearly wondering what would happen next. She was pleased to see Carol nodding approvingly and about to interject, but before she could, John stood up. For a moment Amy was afraid he might start a blazing row here in public, perhaps denying his actions or accusing her of flirting. It was the sort of reaction she had observed in the past when a man was challenged. To his credit, John simply held out his hand and, looking her in the eye, said "I'm sorry Amy. I was out of place." And with that he nodded to the group and headed to the elevator.

Immediately the tension lifted. "Well," said Carol, standing and pulling Amy into a hug, "that was so well done. I'm proud of you."

The other girls stood as well, adding their congratulations. "You was so brave," said Kelly in her Geordie accent, tears welling in her eyes. They all sensed now that the evening was over and as one they gathered up their phones, their bags and set off for their rooms. Carol continued to hold Amy's hand, squeezing it every now and then as if to give her strength and support. Each hugged the other as they said good night. For once, they were girls united in a common cause.

Closing her door, Amy crossed the room and peeled off her clothes, carelessly discarding them on the Ottoman in the corner. Then for the second time that evening she turned on the shower leaving it for a moment so that the water would heat and, in the meantime, tying back her hair to avoid it getting wet. She let the water run over her, no longer in a hurry. Taking some shower gel she smoothed it across her body leaving nowhere untouched. She wiped away any residue of those grimy, groping fingers. In a way, she was grateful to John because his actions had enabled her to assert herself, to re-establish her shaken confidence and self-belief.

With those thoughts in her head, she brushed her teeth, switched out the light and climbed into bed, not worrying that she was still slightly damp from the shower. Then in spite of everything she quickly fell asleep.

Suddenly, she became aware of a light shining on her face. Someone was pulling back the sheets and the light moved down her naked body inspecting her. She sat up knowing full well that it must be John, that he was this mysterious visitor in the night. Yet she did not protest and instead laybback down, in silence, allowing his inspection to continue. After a while she became conscious that he was slowly removing his clothes while never taking his eyes away from her body.

Even then she did nothing, said nothing, made no move to cover herself. When he held out his hand, she took it and allowed him to lead her from the bed. He stopped for a moment, pulling her to him, holding the back of her head and kissing her deeply. To her amazement, she responded by opening her lips, allowing his tongue into into her mouth. Then he pulled back and led her into the bathroom where he turned on the soft light over the mirror and held her from behind, turning her so that she could see them both reflected. His right hand was on her stomach and she made no complaint when it moved first to her breast and then crept down to stroke her naked mound. He pulled her into the shower, switching it on and laughing at her muffled scream as the cold water hit her. Then he switched off the overhead and instead took the hand shower, adjusting it to create a powerful jet of water. That is when she decided to take control.

First, she lathered his body. His entire body. Her hand moving in small circles, fingers trailing and then lingering as she went steadily lower on his stomach. All the while, she held his gaze with her magnetic eyes, then glanced down for a moment to see the effect she was having, his growing penis starting to rise and then rear up as her hand snaked beneath it, cupping him, squeezing gently. She smiled when she heard his slight groan, his breath quickening as she grasped him and pumped a few times with her hand. He thrust his groin forward, begging for more, but instead she stopped, turned him around, forced him to lean against the glass of the shower stall. She raised his arms so he was gripping the top of the stall and then hooked her leg around his, forcing his feet back and then spreading his legs so that she could access him from behind. With one hand, she now spread the gel onto his scrotum and back onto his ass, his sphincter. She felt it tensing at her touch and he moaned softly again.

Amy was happy. She had him under her control, ready to do whatever she wanted. Men were so ridiculous! Her other hand reached around him. She pressed her body against his back and started to wank him. She knew he wouldn't last long. For a moment, she slowed the pace, then when she felt him thrusting, she speeded up and felt him harden, start to spasm, jetting his seed onto her hand, onto the shower glass. Then she grasped the hand shower and directed to jet onto his private parts, cleaning him thoroughly. Once again, he moaned as the hot water hit him, then turned, tried to pull her against him, his free hand reaching between her legs, seeking to push them apart.

She woke with a start, feeling confused. The sheet was pushed down, her hand was between her legs, she felt damp -- with water or perspiration? It had all seemed so real. Thank God, she thought: but why on earth did I have that dream? Pulling up the sheet, she fluffed her pillow and turned on her side, rapidly drifting back to sleep.

The alarm sounded all too soon. 6am. Time to get started. She sprang out of bed with her usual energy, rapidly completing her bathroom and make-up routine, then donning her uniform, packing her bag and heading down for a light breakfast. She was first to arrive, but the others steadily drifted in over the next few minutes. John was last to arrive, looking a little shame-faced as he muttered a greeting. He was clearly taken aback when Amy bestowed him with a radiant smile and a cheery "Good morning." She noticed the other flight attendants suppressing their giggles as they observed how the tables had been turned.