Chapter 4: Bought and Paid For
Rachal hesitantly knocked on the white door. The room was one of only three on the top floor, all suites apparently. She fingered the collar around her neck as she waited, reminding her why she was there. Lana hadn't even spoken to her. It was Francesca who'd come over to her and Jeremy's table at the end of dinner and handed her the note.
Room 501. Top Floor. Mimi's waiting. Go now. Immediately. Francesca will keep Jeremy company until you return.
Rachal had uneasily risen to her feet, caught up in a conflict between her Mistress's instruction and the difficulty in explaining her need to leave the table so suddenly to her boyfriend. But Francesca had seamlessly slipped into her chair when she'd stood and had already begun to talk to Jeremy.
Distracting him? Explaining her absence?
Whichever it was, she had hurried away without a backward glance, anxious to escape in case Jeremy stopped her to ask what she was doing.
Her legs had been trembling as they carried her across the room and to the far exit and they were barely holding her up now as she waited for the woman—Mimi—to answer her knocks on the door.
It opened slowly and the smiling redhead that faced her raised a finger to her lips, indicating she was in the middle of a phone conversation. She stood there for a few moments in the doorway, mobile phone to her left ear, posing as if allowing the brunette to study her provocative appearance in the diaphanous black silk robe. Was she wearing anything underneath?
She wondered if Mimi could hear the sound of her heart beating.
At close quarters, she could see she'd guessed right about the woman's age. Mimi was definitely in her mid forties. Despite herself, her eyes dropped to the thick nipples pushing against the thin material. And when the redhead swung around and wandered back to the middle of the room, her eyes homed in on her tight ass. Whether she was putting on a deliberate show or not, her body looked every bit as sexy as Rachal remembered from the pool.
"I have to finish, she's here now," Mimi said into the phone, deliberately turning to look into Rachal's startled eyes. "Yes, I've paid for two hours. Oh yeah, she does look a hot little bitch. If I'm not mistaken, she's gagging for it." She laughed huskily. "Of course I'll be gentle, honey. I always am."
Ending the call, she casually threw the phone onto the nearby chair. "Well, well, well," she murmured. "We meet at last."
Rachal felt the blush that started at her neck rise to cover her face. Had she really just heard that conversation? Her voice was low and hesitant. "You were talking about me on the phone?"
The redhead looked at her as if she was stupid. "Who else?"
Rachal bristled. "What did you mean? Paid for two hours?"
Mimi laughed again, throwing her head back. It was a sexy noise, one that came from the back of her throat. "You're joshing me?"
Her face coloured further. "No—"
"How wonderful," the older woman almost purred, sexily cocking her head to one side. "You really don't know, do you?"
"I've told you that," Rachal answered, trying to keep the frustration out of her voice. She had no intention of being treated like a piece of meat... and yet the little pinpricks of heat that were finding their way across her body were already fuelling her arousal.
The redhead laughed again. "I paid Lana for a two hour session with you."
"Paid her?"
Mimi slowly raised her hands to her hair, sweeping it through her thick curls. "But of course. You've never been paid for sex before?"
It was as if the woman had slapped her in the face. Despite herself, she couldn't disguise her shock. She momentarily thought of turning on her heels and walking out, but there'd be consequences to that. "That's ridiculous. I'm not—"
"What?" Mimi interrupted, crossing her arms over her chest and raising one eyebrow. "You're not a prostitute, a whore? But I'm afraid you are, my dear, for the next two hours at least. I've paid good money to your Mistress for your services and I intend to get full value. And if you please me, I'll purchase you for a full night sometime. You'd like that, wouldn't you..."
"There must be some mistake," Rachal quickly rasped, urgency in her voice. This definitely wasn't what she was expecting.
"No mistake."
Mimi smiled at her as she shrugged her shoulders. With a theatrical flourish, she pulled free one side of the tie on her robe and then the other. With a soft shimmy, it floated to the floor. Cocking her head again, she presented her naked body to the astounded girl. The freckles that covered her face ran down to cover her cleavage and there were no visible bikini lines to interfere with her deep tan.
"You like?" her sultry voice asked, as Rachal's eyes were unable to resist the urge to take in the small breasts, long hard nipples, and then continue their downward journey to rest on the smooth mound and very wet labial lips.
"There's no mistake," Mimi continued, her amused eyes telling the girl there was no escape. Sauntering sexily towards her, she fingered the collar around Rachal's neck. "We both know what this means," she said, staring straight into the shocked eyes. "Lana is your Mistress and that means you do as you're told."
Rachal felt a lump form in her throat. This wasn't a joke, Lana was actually using her as... as... a prostitute? As a lesbian prostitute! Were there really such things?
Mimi slowly wandered in a circle around her body, placing one foot slowly ahead of the next as if in slow motion. Every now and again, she reached out to touch the girl. Behind her, Rachal could feel her hot breath against her ear.
"Tonight, you're a prostitute, my dear, a common whore. My whore!" The older woman stroked her fingers across her forearm, creating little shivers of heat. "How does it feel to be paid for sex? Some women feel it heightens the experience for them. Doe it yours, Rachal?"
The brunette could hardly catch her breath. It was shocking to be used in such a way... but the tingling arousal beating inside her like a drum. How could she do this, she asked herself, gulping down the lump in her throat. But then Mimi was on the move again, completing the circle and standing in front of her. With a triumphant smile, she curled her manicured fingers around her neck.
At first, she let the woman pull her against her curvy body. When Mimi's perfect bow lips closed on hers for a long, deep kiss, she allowed the insistent tongue inside her mouth. Oh God...
For a brief moment, she pulled her head away, but Mimi's hand instantly pulled her back, only this time her mouth stopped just short of Rachal's lips. Her movements were slow, as if not to frighten away her prey. "You can't refuse, honey," she said, her free hand caressing the brunette's face. "Face the facts, you've been bought and paid for. And you you were happy enough flaunting your body in front of me at the pool, weren't you?"
Her naked body pushed against Rachal's again and she lowered her lips to brunette's neck, planting little butterfly kisses across her skin. Rachal whimpered.
"You like that?" Mimi breathed against her skin, but then she was grabbing her dark hair and yanking the brunette's face closer. "Bought and paid for," she whispered as she stared into the confused eyes. "Come with me."
Not sparing the pain, she practically dragged the girl with her through a door to their right and into the adjoining room. It was dominated by a large four-poster bed, with every other item of furniture playing off it. Yanking her head upwards towards the mirrored ceiling, she huskily whispered, "Impressive, isn't it? You'll be able to watch while I fuck you."
Rachal's hands went to her hair when Mimi finally let go. It felt it had nearly been pulled it out by the roots. There was no doubt who was in control. Her heart pumped faster when Mimi rested their foreheads against one another. A mischievous look was all too evident in her green eyes.
"Tell me, is it Rachal or Rach?"
"Either," she answered, trying to calm her breathing.
"I'll call you Rach, then," Mimi softly said, her tongue flicking over her glossy red lips. "Get on the bed."
Rachal's hesitation was a mistake. Mimi had her by the hair again. "I said get on the fucking bed," she rasped, roughly pushed her flat onto the mattress and following her onto the cream. She threw a leg across her lap. "My whore tonight," she said, unbuttoning the front of Rachal's dress and tugging it open. Her approving green eyes widened.
"You're a hot little bitch, all right," she purred, stroking the back of her fingertips across the exposed flesh.
"Mimi—" Rachal grunted, but the redhead brought a finger to her lips.
"Ssssh, she whispered, holding the brunette's gaze as she dramatically ripped her bra cups upwards, exposing her full breasts. They bounced twice before settling. "Oh yes," she hissed, dipping her head to suck on a hard nipple. When she pulled it between her teeth, Rachal's body jerked.
"My personal whore," Mimi reminded her, sliding her mouth away. She licked her way back upwards towards Rachal's lips, but stopped a tongue's lick away. Her husky voice was low and persuasive. "You like that thought, don't you, Rach?"
Rachal's heart palpitated as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Her entire body felt alive. She glanced upwards, past Mimi's face to the reflections that bounced back at her from the ceiling mirror.
"Oh, yes, I can see you do," the redhead told her, adjusting her body to fit her naked pussy against Rachal's thong covered sex. "Let's start gently and then we can take it from there." She pulled one of the brunette's legs up to her shoulder and began to grind. "Feels good?"
Rachal whimpered again. She suddenly felt faint...
"Watch in the mirror..." Mimi whispered as her pubic bone found her captive's clit. "Is fucking sexy, believe me. If you're really good, I'll use handcuffs the next time. Lana tells me you like being tied up..."
Holding the girl's raised leg tightly against her shoulder, she gripped the toned ass harder as she began to circle her hips in tiny circles.
