This story is pure fantasy, a CFNM humiliation story. If that is not your thing, I get it and won't be offended if you move on and find something more to your taste.
Mary looked around her hotel room.
"Yep, I'm really in Laredo. Again."
She was in town to meet with one of her sales reps and to interview someone for the regional auditor position. It was a shit job, made shittier by the abuse that said person had to take from the sales reps they were supposed to keep in line.
It didn't help that with the sales conference just a few months away, whoever she hired would probably quit right after, if not during the conference.
The conference was traditionally where the sales reps took their revenge on the auditors. This year, there was talk that the conference's big night would be a toga party and that did not bode well for anyone who might have a target on his or her back, so to speak.
At any rate, word was out that this company was none too progressive and although it paid pretty well, the auditor position was, well, a shitty job.
In fact, Mary only had one applicant who was actually willing to fly down here to interview for the position.
The interview was scheduled for 10:00 am the following morning.
She had been with her rep all day. These reps were typically in their late twenties to early thirties, fit and ridiculously attractive. This led to great sales results, big bonuses and a sense of entitlement that was tough to hold in check. They had been cheerleaders, star athletes, head of their respective sororities and fraternities back in the day. They were used to getting their way.
Mary knew how to keep them in check better than most because she used to be one of them. At 49 she still looked great and appreciated that she could still make good money being a wrangler of sorts.
There were some issues with her rep in Laredo. Mary wasn't at all sure that she was going to make it. For now though, she had bigger problems. She had to fill this auditor position and fast.
After a long dinner, she sat in her hotel room and caught up on emails. She stretched and found herself staring at an oil painting of a steer at 11:30 pm.
"God, I really should just go to bed," she thought as she picked herself up and headed for the bar.
Earlier that evening.
"I am sorry Mr. Tyler, I don't see a reservation for you."
"We'll look again," and here Ted made a point of looking at her name tag, "Vickie. I made this reservation a week ago and I am using points. As a matter of fact I made it through the rewards program, so let's just call them, shall we?"
And with that he picked up the desk phone and started stabbing at numbers.
He explained his situation to the unlucky person on the other end of the line, throwing shade at Vickie while demanding that this situation get resolved. It turned out that this hotel chain had a sister hotel across town and Ted had made his reservation there. He somehow tried to make this the fault of the person on the phone.
"How was I supposed to know that there were two hotels with the same name here! You should anticipate that kind of confusion!"
He demanded satisfaction and handed the phone to Vickie so that the two of them could work this out.
The woman on the phone asked Vickie for help. Vickie assured her that they could find a room for Mr. Tyler.
"Can you do me a favor, and make sure it is the shittiest room you have available."
This made Vickie laugh, which earned her a dirty look from Ted.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure that Mr. Tyler is well taken care of."
With that she hung up and turned her attention back to Ted.
"And I expect a discount for all the trouble," he huffed as she looked for a room.
"And I prefer the first floor!"
Well that played right into her hands.
"Here you are Mr. Tyler, room 105, right through those doors over there and down the hall."
"You're not off to a great start Vickie," he said over his shoulder as he walked away.
Vickie's anger was tempered by the fact that she had indeed given him a shitty room and he wouldn't realize it until it was too late.
By day, it seemed like a perfectly fine room, close to the lobby area, close to the breakfast buffet and close to the pool. At night, however, the lobby was transformed into a bar/dance floor.
There were big double doors that sort of sound proofed the music, except when they were opened, which was a lot, since the public restrooms were in the hallway, right across from room 105.
Ted tried to go to bed around eleven, but that proved impossible.
He didn't really drink, however he would have made an exception tonight but knew he really couldn't afford it, both fiscally and mentally. If he didn't get this job, he wasn't sure how he was going to pay his rent, much less buy a drink. It wasn't just his money worries that were keeping him up.
The noise, the music, the people talking and laughing right outside his door was constant.
He called the front desk to complain.
"Oh Hello Mr. Tyl..."
"What is all that noise!?"
Vickie explained.
"Well when does it end?"
"2:00am"
"Oh my God!," fumed Ted.
"Some people like to use their patio area, it is quieter out there and very pleasant this time of year. Be sure to close the sliding door behind you though, you don't want to let in flies and mosquitoes."
Ted, just harrumphed and hung up.
Vickie, pulled the phone from her ear and kept talking. "And I hope you are wearing the most ridiculous pajamas ever, because if you close that sliding door in room 105, it has a tendency to lock."
Little did she know how happy she would soon be.
Ted decided he might as well shower now and then he could sleep a little later in the morning. He got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked back into his room and rolled his eyes as he heard the music pounding. He decided to see if it was indeed a little quieter out on his patio. He slid the door open and walked out. There was a slight breeze and it felt nice against his bare chest. He thought maybe he would sit out there for a while. He remembered he had left the sliding door open. Worried about bugs and mosquitoes, he quickly shut it behind him. As he did so, he heard a click that immediately made him uncomfortable. Sure enough as he yanked on the door handle the sliding door would not budge. "Dammit," he muttered under his breath. He tried it again but no luck.
He sat out there in just his towel for a few minutes trying to think of anything he could do other than what he knew he had to do. He wasn't getting into his room without a new key. In any other hotel he'd be in luck, as he was just six or seven rooms away from the lobby, but of course in this hotel the lobby was currently a disco.
He walked to the first door he could find leading back into the hotel and was grateful that it opened without a key. He found himself at room 125 and looked down the long stretch of hallway that lay before him.
