His eyes traveled across the note that had been handed to him by the bartender. His contact had left him a note that read "Room 412, 3rd door on the right". Upon arrival at the hotel he thought he was supposed to meet the contact at the bar for a drink, but once he ordered his normal drink the bartender looked him over closely and simply said, "she told me to give you this."
The meeting was to be in her room tonight, so something must have spooked her. He got up from the bar after tipping the bartender $20 and headed towards the elevator. As he walked to the elevator he used every mirror the hotel had to look for signs of a tail. As he arrived in front of the elevator and pushed the button to go up he had identified at least two possible people that looked interested in where he was going.
The doors slid open and he stepped inside the elevator. He hit the button for the 4th floor knowing she was actually in room 509. In the event a note was dropped, they had a code should they need to throw off someone following one of them. Thankfully no one got onto the elevator with him which would have made shaking his tail a little more difficult.
As the elevator stopped and the doors opened, he waited before hitting buttons for the remaining 10 floors above. They probably had a man on the stairs in case he tried that route. If no one was on floor 5 when he got off he would proceed to her room.
The next floor came and he stepped out of the elevator. No one was waiting and he casually walked over to the hallway looking both ways, seeing no one, before making his way to room 509. He tapped lightly 3 times waiting a moment before tapping 2 more times. He could not see any light coming through the peep hole, though he imagined by now she was looking at him through it.
The door opened and she reached out a hand taking him by the arm and quickly ushered him in closing the door quietly behind him. He stayed just inside the door as he felt her move past him. City light coming in from the windows allowed him to follow her silhouette across the room. She stopped in front of the window on the far wall and pulled thick curtains across briefly plunging the room into total darkness before a corner lamp was turned on.
"Sorry about that," she said quietly. Tonight she was wearing tight black pants and a deep blue shirt that was buttoned to reveal only the slightest hint of cleavage. A contact for the bad guys she may be, but that did not mean he could not enjoy the sight of her. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she was wearing black rimmed glasses. The smiling full red lips were painted a deep red.
"It appears they are on to our subterfuge," her hand motioned for him to sit at one of the two chairs that were situated just beyond the king bed.
"If you've been made then we might need to get you someplace safe," he said as he sat in one of the chairs letting his arms come to rest on its wooden arms.
She stopped and looked down at him with hands on her hips, "I was not talking about me my pet."
He felt he was experiencing déjà vu as he looked at her standing like that. The imperceptible tingle throughout his body brought memories of her in a tight black dress standing before a large desk. It was a scene he could not recall being a part of, but the image was crystal clear in his mind.
"That's right John," she said as she walked to one side of him and leaned her head down to speak quietly next to his ear, "just relax and feel yourself falling deep for me. They are starting to find my plants within your organization. We are aware of a couple who have had their conditioning reversed and now they are about to take you and do the same. You wouldn't want that would you my pet?" Her hand settled in between his legs and started caressing the erection that was bulging against his pants.
"No mistress," was his response. His eyes had become unfocused and had glazed over.
"No you wouldn't. You would miss all the pleasure you get from serving me. You can't stop yourself from diving so deep, chasing the pleasure, pleasing me to chase it even farther down. That's right. Now go down deep and sleep for me pet...."
"Come back to me now pet, that's right. Come back up and remember the old John, before my wonderful control," a snap of fingers and John looked to see Shelle sitting in a chair right next to him. Upon trying to move he realized his wrists and ankles had been tightly secured to the chair he was in.
"What...Shelle...what have you done?"
