As she sat in her taxi, travelling to the hotel, she noticed how foreign everything looked. She had never been to America before and here she was now, with little more than the clothes on her back and a small case which she had no idea about. The taxi pulled up and she got out, feeling tired after her long journey. The driver took her small case from the boot and she generously tipped him a fifty-dollar note.
"Thank you Ma'am," he smiled as she extended the handle of her case, rocked it onto its wheels and then rolled it behind her into the hotel
"Lita Fox, ah yes, here we are, mini-suite 417"
He handed her a card.
"Fourth floor" he said and pointed to the lift. A woman in a bell-boy outfit quickly walked over and took charge of her small case for her. She soon realised that this was the sort of hotel where guests did not carry their own luggage, so she didn't interfere as the woman followed her towards the lift.
When they reached the door of the suite, the woman opened it for her with her own card, ushered her inside and gave her the guided tour. There were two bedrooms, a sitting area and a bathroom. Lita had never stayed in such an expensive place before. She had no idea what the correct form was. Lydia took pity on her and tipped the woman $50 in ten-dollar notes from her handbag.
"Your deliveries arrived earlier today; I have put them on the coffee table in the second bedroom for you Miss Fox."
"Thank you. Er, that will be all," Lita smiled sweetly. The woman let herself out and closed the door.
Lita was weary and sank herself down into one of the comfortable chairs. It was nine o' clock in the evening. She felt emotional and clasped her hands together. It was difficult to know which feelings were real, and which were being engineered by her control program. As she relaxed a little, she thought back to her encounter with James on the plane. It seemed unbelievable now to her what she had actually done, and she grimaced when she thought of how the poor bartender must have felt seeing them both disappearing inside the toilet on the top deck of the plane together.
This didn't help her however. The memory of James only served to inflame her arousal system, which was the last thing she wanted at this time. She wanted to go to sleep!
"How would you feel if I told you that James had booked penthouse four in this very hotel for the week?" Lydia asked teasingly.
"Really?"
"I've just checked the hotel manifold and yes, he has it, he checked in five minutes ago."
"Why are you telling me this?" Lita asked, frustrated as she had planned to go to sleep but now the mere suggestion of her master's presence was impossible for her to ignore.
"Well, I thought you would like to know where your owner is and thought that a good pleasure girl like you might be interested in making sure that he is satisfied?"
Lita cursed as she felt a small but unignorable increase in her sexual arousal and knew that it would not go away now. She started to question whether she would be able to sleep at all knowing that he was just a few floors away, in the same building.
"Perhaps you could go and check on him, you know, to make sure that he is okay?", Lydia seemed to be taking a sadistic pleasure in planting these ideas. "But darling he has already seen you in your lovely body, jeans and boots outfit. I think if you are to pay him a visit, then you should wear something different."
Lita figured that she was done for the day in these clothes and started to strip down her slouchy ruched thigh boots, pulling them both off, folding them up and laying them neatly on the floor. She dropped her jeans down, feeling a stiffness around the crotch material where her juices had dried, and then stepped out of them. Then she unfastened the body and slipped it off, finally removing her underwear and put it all in a neat pile. She looked at herself in the mirror. The large, sexy tattoo down her side made her body look like it craved attention and the two metal barbels through her nipples made her realise that she had one terrible purpose and that there was no getting away from it. She had to try and see her master again.
"Like I say, I will not allow you to try and see him wearing your smelly clothes from the day, you must wear something new for him if you are to go calling on him at this late hour."
Lita huffed in dismay. She opened her case and saw that it only contained some electronics, toiletries, makeup, hair products and a comfortable night dress; but nothing to wear for a man. And then she remembered, oh no!
She walked in trepidation over to the small parcels that sat on the coffee table. There were two small packages and two boxes. She could hear Lydia grinning, "Perhaps I get to find out what your choice was after all!"
Lita opened all the packages. It didn't help, she was still faced with exactly the same choice that Lydia had set her in the airport.
"Fuck it, I'm going red," she thought.
She donned the tiny, provocative red dress. It was far too small for her enormous breasts but they had considerately packed a few pieces of double-sided tape with the garment. This was so that a lady could stick the edges of the dress to her breasts on the insides of her nipples so that she wasn't exposed any more obscenely than the dress was designed to do. Lita used all of the double-sided sticky pads to arrange the dress so that it was stuck to her without her nipples falling out. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like a complete slut. She was just starting to blush when she felt Lydia send a wave of lust through her and it was half in pleasure and half in abject humiliation that she plucked the obscenely high red stiletto sandals from their box, set them down, pushed her feet into the pretty toe straps and then started winding the ankle straps up and around her heels before fastening the little buckles closed.
She stood up and looked at herself. She looked like something out of a porn film. Earlier that day, in the airport, this had been her vision of hell. Now she felt like she was in with a chance if she could just get to her master.
The sandals were particularly difficult to walk in, her heel felt like it wanted to come off the side of the tiny area below it as the thin straps were the only thing holding it in place. She carefully stalked her way out of the lift on the top floor and made her way down the deserted corridor. She saw a door, penthouse three, and opposite that, penthouse four. This was it!
She tried to adjust herself in the shoes but realised that there was not a comfortable way to stand on these cheap heels. She cursed herself for not having chosen the pink dress, even though the shoes had been the same style and that this made no sense at all.
She looked up and then knocked as loudly as she could upon the door. She started to pray that he didn't have another woman in there with him, and then she heard footsteps. Oh my god, she couldn't believe that she was going to be seen looking like this!
Five minutes later, Lita was on all fours, propping herself up on his bed whilst he drove his cock into her ass. She was yelping and breathing quickly in a mixture of discomfort and utter pleasure as she felt him reaming his way in and out of her. She was still wearing her slutty red dress; it had been trivially easy for him to hitch up the back of it and she had not bothered to wear any panties for this late evening date. She still wore her slutty red sandals and as she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror at the side, she felt like she was little more than her master's fuck-toy for the evening. She gasped as he pushed his massive cock fully into her behind one last time before she felt him adjusting his position.
