Julie was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and carrying a small bookbag on her back. She had instructions from her Master to go into the Hilton Downtown and ask the front desk for an envelope with her name on it. It would have a key to their room. She was a bit nervous; she had never done anything like this before. She walked up to the concierge and stood there for just a few seconds before she was noticed.
"Hello Ma'am, welcome to Hilton Downtown, how can I help you?"
The front desk woman was young, perhaps mid 20's, but very polite and enthusiastic; both good traits for someone who was public-facing. Her blond hair had a bit of a bob-cut that reminded one of a tomboy, but she was wearing enough makeup to dispel that notion.
"Do you have an envelope for Julie?" she asked, keeping the proper inflection to come across as nothing more than someone picking up an envelope.
The concierge woman opened a file folder just out of sight and pulled out an envelope which she handed over with a smile.
Julie opened the envelope while walking to the elevator bank, and pulled out a key card with a sticky note on it; written on it was "717", clearly the room number.
The elevator seemed to take forever to get to the lobby, and luckily it was empty. She had an irrational fear that someone would be able to tell what she was walking into, and she would get into trouble somehow. She stepped inside and pressed the button for the 7th floor, and waited for the doors to close. The feeling of gravity increased slightly, and then 15 seconds later the doors opened again. She stepped out and looked at the signs pointing her in the proper direction, to the left. Five doors on the right and she was at 717. She put the key in the reader and heard the click, and then went into the room.
It was lit only enough that she could make out the large king-sized bed and just a hint of streetlight coming in through the curtains. She started to move forward and stepped on a piece of paper. She leaned down to pick it up and carefully made her way into the bathroom to hold it up against the bathroom nightlight:
I'm sitting in the chair in the corner. He's waiting in the lobby. Put on the apparel in your backpack and text him to come up, then lie down on the bed.
She slowly walked out of the bathroom, her eyes starting to get used to the darkness, and looked toward the far corner of the room. With the light the way it was, she couldn't see him, but that was probably his plan. She stepped further into the room, beyond the jutting of the bathroom, and then heard his voice...
"Good evening, My Pet. I imagine you're a bit nervous, but we've planned and overplanned. I'm a bit nervous and so is Keith." She nodded, and he continued, "Please do what the note says now."
"Yes, Master," she replied. She set her backpack on the bed and opened it up, pulling out a few items. She then pulled her t-shirt off, exposing her small but perfectly shaped and perky tits. With the light coming in from behind the curtains he could make out just enough to see her form, but she couldn't see him. He watched her as she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, and slid them down along with her undies, leaving her completely naked. She picked up an item on the bed and stepped into it, pulling it up to her waist; it was her red satin thong, showing off her long legs and perfect ass. She then pulled the other item over her arms, adjusting the straps and after turning around he could see the red satin padded bra on her, complementing her lovely hourglass shape. Next she picked up her phone and after a swipe and a few taps, she set it in her backpack, which she put on the other side of the bed. She then lay down and waited.
The hum of the room's air conditioner was the prevailing sound, although she could hear her own breath, and her heart was pounding enough that she could feel it in her ears. She was taking deep, slow breaths and wondering how long she had been lying there. It felt like at least five minutes, but it was probably only one. She wondered if Keith would take his time and make her wait. She and Drew had talked with him over email extensively, and they had all traded very personal information: pictures, likes, dislikes, medical history, clean tests. Most of all they had talked about what they wanted.
It had to be at least 10 minutes now since she had texted him... right?
She waited like a good Pet, and then finally heard the key card in the door, the click of the lock, the handle turning, the door creaking open, and then finally the door shutting.
And then it was quiet again. Another minute seemed to go by, and finally she heard his voice, "Julie?"
She hesitated just a moment before responding, not sure if she should lower her voice or respond casually. "Yes. We're ready."