Jen woke up feeling totally fucked, totally and completely fucked. It was great. She removed the toys with a little whimper of loss. This is New York her thoughts kept telling her, time to get up and go. A quick shower and then she started dressing. Sliding on some pink panties, the satin slid up over her thin hips, with a matching garter belt.
As she pulled the stockings up her legs, she admired the tanned muscles as they flexed and relaxed. The track team all through High School and her daily morning jogs since then had paid off. At home she jogged to cleanse her thoughts each morning, letting her mind just concentrate on the running. Her dismay was not pretended when people remarked that she must torture herself with exercise to have legs like this.
Next a mid-length skirt and light colored blouse, staying conservative she opted for only her watch and a thin necklace as the only jewelry. She went to the bathroom mirror for the make up, the advice her Mom had given her long ago, see what you have to work with before you start and never over do it. The reflection looking back was young, girlish and giggly, and also hot and sexy at the same time. She just applied a little light colored lipstick; her skin was radiant without help.
She had a bounce in her walk as she walked out of her hotel and hailed a cab. Her agenda was a quick breakfast and then shopping. The cab driver was kinda cute but she was afraid he was going to kill them both with his eyes locked on the rearview mirror, trying for a better glimpse of her legs. She pretended to study her notebook with the list of stores to hit, accidentally spread her legs enough for him not only get his wish but also be sure of the color of her panties. With that done she glanced up meeting his eyes and feigned indignation as she clamped her legs together. He started watching the road.
Jen had a light breakfast and hit all the favorite shopping spots, lingerie and blouses, some affordable jewelry and shoes. It had been added into her trip budget. Hours later with a couple of large shopping bags she returned to the hotel tired.
As she opened the door to her room she heard a noise, using caution she slowly opened it more. Just as she thought there was the maid cart filled with cleaning supplies. Preparing to call out to keep from startling someone, she caught a reflection from the bathroom mirror and froze.
It was the girl. The same girl from last night, she was sitting at the desk with Jen’s lap-top open reading. That little bitch was reading her files. What the hell was with the maid cart, this girl was obviously a lower functionary at the hotel but instead of a maid uniform she wore street clothes. She couldn’t be a maid thought Jen as the girl reached under her skirt and rubbed herself, with her other hand she brought something up to her nose and breathed deeply. Jen recognized the panties she had soaked last night. She was so mad she didn’t care who the girl was, or that she was cute, she was going to beat the hell out of her and have her fired.
“You little cunt! What are you doing in my room looking through my personal belongings?” Jen screamed as she advanced on the girl. The bitch turned and smiled, no fear, no surprise. “Call me Lisa, if you ever call me cunt again I’ll beat your ass.” The girl said and continued, “I’ve seen your diary, the sick, perverted things that go through mind you submissive slut-puppy. You probably want me to beat your ass, don’t you? Ms. Jen Danton Room 232.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” asked Jen as she glanced at her lap-top. There was the story she had been writing, her hobby of erotic writing had turned into a nice part-time job but her editor had told her he wanted rough sex. He had thrown her first draft back at her and said it was too tame. She had re-done it from a submissive female point of view as she was dominated by two older women. This bitch thought it was her diary, her own thoughts, wanting to be dominated. She decided to see how far the cute little tramp intended to take this.
Lisa smiled and getting up and close to Jen said “I’ll tell you what I’m talking about slut. I’ve seen your diary and know you better than you know yourself. I told the maid Tina that I would clean your room for her. I’ve seen your toys and know what’s in your sick little head now. We’re gonna have some fun. That is unless you want the whole world to know what you wrote in there!”
Jen had started getting into the story when she was writing it, the idea had aroused her more than she would’ve imagined. The thought of submitting to someone had gotten her really wet then and it was starting to now. She decided to play along.
Pretending fear she said “Uh what, what is it you want?”
“Well sweetie when Tina gets here to collect her cart you play along with me, you follow my lead or you’ll regret it.”