The air was chilly, the wind blowing furiously, creating an almost false impression of the heated night that was about to come, but only for some.
The sound of a car door being slammed closed, echoed throughout the abandoned streets, instantly followed by the tapping of the 8inch heels on the ground, accompanied only by a red short mackintosh, being worn by quite a petite young woman. Her bare, slender legs moving swiftly as she walked throughout the car park, adjoined with the occasional slight stumble, as the cold wind lingered between her thighs.
She looked around, keeping her speed, as she searched for any sign of the time. What if she was late? Or maybe too early? She had left her watch at home, along with her usual permanently worn accessories.
She reached the building, her destination. She took a breath, looking at her reflection in the window. She quickly flattened her hair, which had been slightly destroyed by the wind. She reached her hand into her pocket, pulling out a tube of lipstick, the only possession she currently had on her, minus the clothes, she pulled off the top, and twisted the tube to reveal an intense shade of red. She coloured in her faded lips, smacking them together, followed by a sexy pout. She continued to stare at herself in the mirror, her wrinkle-less face portraying her to be in her early twenties.
After perfecting her appearance, she slowly, almost regrettably pulling on the door handle, opening the door. As she stepped inside, she was hit by a sudden wave of heat, catching her off guard. She walked across the lobby floor, in quite an authoritative and intimidating way, drawing the attention of the receptionist who sat behind the sign in desk, along with a few other people, lounging in the seating area.
Despite the receptionists question, asking her where she was going. The woman carried on walking, ignoring all of her surroundings, causing questions to fill the room, in forms of whisper's, questions about the atmosphere she created, about her choice of dress, but mainly how much of an arrogant bitch she seemed. No-one saw her face, not up close, not close enough to see the expression which really lies there, an expression of worry, fear, embarrassment.
She walked straight to the stairs, elegantly climbing them. Her shoes, causing an echo throughout the whole room. No-one talked, no-one dared make a sound, instead they all watched. They all watched as she slowly made her way up the stairs, all watched with slight curiosity, all watched as she came more and more exposed per each step. Her mackintosh only came an inch or so below her pussy, the bottom of the coat more flared, under the belted waist, giving an increased chance of her showing off something private, something no-one else has seen before.
She knew they all were watched. Her face became heated, as all she could feel was the embarrassment. She used her hands in front trying to pull down the bottom, covering herself, only exposing herself more behind. One man coughed, a cough to hide his pleasure of watching this woman. He placed his suit jacket over his crotch area, hiding something, his face becoming the second in the room to become flustered.
She lifted her delicate tanned hand, knocked sharp and quick on the hotel door and waited. Both hands laid in front of her, she fiddled with her fingers and bit the side of her lip.
She listened intently, but heard no sound. She knocked again and this time was responded by the sound of walking and creaking floor boards.
She took in a breath. She heard the door unlock. Her hands un-willingly raised, holding them over her eyes, blocking her sight.
A deep chuckled filled her ears, "Hello Victoria." The voice greeted. Victoria stood refusing to recognize his presence. His hands grabbed her wrists, his touch rough but at the same time soft and he pulled her hands from her eyes to her sides. He smirked down at her, as her innocent blue eyes starred widely up at him and his tall frame. Her eyes were outlined with tear drops, the look of fear taking over the innocence, the innocence that would never come back. He raised his hand, running it down the exposed cleavage and to the belt, the only thing keeping the coat together. His hands worked on un-doing it, her breath increased, she refused to look down, nor at him, but instead down the hallway, the hallway filled with doors, the hallway with people behind those doors.
He slipped the coat off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor, behind her. Now she stood in just her heels, exposed to this man, exposed to anyone who walked by. This caused the man to chuckle again, he held her hand, and guided her into the hotel room, leaving her only piece of clothing in a messy pile. He closed the door behind them both, standing her in the middle of the seating area. He walked towards a door, leaving the room, leaving Victoria.
