Things were finally going Cory's way. It's been one year since she moved to San Francisco, and up to this point, it has been one struggle after another. Her problems were mostly financial, finding it hard to make ends meet. Cory's job as a Judge's clerk paid reasonable well, but the high cost of rent took most of it. So, when a job performance review gained her a good raise in pay, she could be more delighted. Cory wanted to celebrate, so she decided to hit her favorite club "The Satin Rose" that night. when she arrived at the club, she hooked up with some co-workers who were there already. Cory's best friend Pam, whom she worked with, bought Cory her first drink, a double shot of Tequila.
Each co-worker in turn bought her a celebratory drink. Cory danced with a few of the local guys she knew there, and everyone was buying her drinks that night. Cory, who wasn't a heavy drinker, was quite drunk by 10PM. She knew it would be best to go home, so she said her "good-nights" to all, and walked out. She almost tripped a few times walking to her car in the rear parking lot. Cory walked up to her car, fumbled at unlocking the door, and got in. She took a deep breath and exhaled, relaxed a moment. Cory's foot was planted firm on the brake, she started the engine, and put it in reverse. At that moment, her foot slid off the brake, and pressed hard onto the accelerator. Her car quickly sped out of her parking spot, right into the open spot behind her, side swiping the car next to her. She yelled "Shit!", as she quickly applied the brakes
She turned to look, and saw she had hit a new black BMW. Dammit, she thought, remembering she let her insurance expire because she could make the payment for that year. Cory sat quiet for a moment, startled and dazed at what had just happened. She put the car in forward gear, and slowly pulled out, hearing scraping steel as she drove forward, and again yelling "Shit!". She then heard a loud voice yell "Shit is right! who taught you to drive you dumb bitch!". Startled, Cory quickly turned her head to see the other cars owner, standing beside her door. She was a tall slender 30ish looking woman wearing a black dress, long black curly hair, wear high heel shoes.
"Where's the God Damn fire!" yelled the woman. "You raced out like your ass was on fire!"
"I'm so sorry!" said Cory. "It was an accident, my foot slipped."
"I want to see your God Damn license, registration, and insurance, right now!" the woman ordered.
Cory nervously fumbled through her wallet for her license, as the woman continued ranting.
"You know you did at least three thousand dollars damage to my car," said the woman. "I hope your insurance agent nails your ass to the wall!"
Cory reached out her window, handing the woman the documents. The woman took her phone from her purse and began snapping photos of Cory's documents.
"What the fuck? your insurance is expired!" yelled the woman.
"I know it is, but don't worry, I'll pay for the damage," said Cory.
"Your Damn right you will," said the woman. Suddenly, the woman was silent, she leaned her head close to Cory's rolled down window and sniffed.
"You've been drinking!" said the woman. "Uninsured and drunk, screw this, I'm calling the cops!"
"WAIT!" said Cory, as she quickly got out of her car. "Please don't call the cops, it would ruin me because of my job. Please, I'll pay for the damage, but I can't pay all at once."
The woman stared at Cory with angry contempt. As Cory continued pleading with the woman, the woman couldn't help to notice Cory looked hot. Cory was wearing thin tight jeans that exposed her camel toe between her legs, and accented her firm ass. The woman could see Cory's perky nipples through her tight black spandex top. Cory had long straight red hair that reached her mid-back. Although Cory was 24, she didn't look a day over 20, and her young appearance really turned the woman on.
"You know, if I call the cops, you're going to jail, right?" said the woman.
Cory looked down, trying not to cry. "Yes, I know."
"So, Cory, it is Cory, right?" asked the woman.
"Yes Ma'am," said Cory.
"Well my name's not Ma'am, its Donna." said the woman. "I'm in town a few days on business. This is what your gonna do, you meet me later at my hotel. I'll have a document for you to sign to make restitution for damages. If you don't show up, I'll see to it you'll spend the next six in jail, where the jail house bitches with have their way with your hot little body every night."
Cory frowned sickly at Donna's last comment. Donna pulled a notepad and pen from her purse and started writing.
"You be at the Hilton Hotel, suite 39, in one hour. And don't be late, understand?" Said Donna.
"I'll be there," relied Cory.
Donna turned and walked to her car. "And don't come dressed like that, wear something nice, this is a high class hotel."
As Donna got into her car and drove away, Cory sighed in relief. She parked her car, and took a cab home, where she cleaned up and changed clothe. After a quick shower, she put on her favorite blue skirt, white blouse, and jacket. She took another cab to the Hilton Hotel, which was not far from where she lived. After the cab dropped her off, she entered the lobby and told the desk clerk she was visiting someone. Cory asked how to get to suite 39, and the clerk pointed to the elevators. She made her way to the elevator and soon was on the 39th floor, Cory walked along the hall until she came upon suite 39, and knocked at the door.
Donna opened the door, standing with a glass of champagne in one hand, and her arm crossed over her chest with the other. Donna wore a black, low cut, short evening dress, which exposed a large amount of cleavage of her medium sized firm breasts. The slit in her dress, that ran from her waist down, exposed most of her long silky legs, and partially exposed her tight white silk panties.
"Right on time, I like that in a girl," said Donna with a smile. Donna turned and started walking back into the room. "Come in and close the door, and put the do not disturb sign on the handle, and be sure the door is locked."
Something about Donna's request made Cory uneasy. Cory hung the sign outside the door, locking it behind her. Donna called for Cory to come in.
Cory entered a large room with a king size bed. Donna was standing, leaned against a large dresser next to the bed. She sipped her champagne slowly, and leered at Cory, her eyes scanning her from head to toe.