I awoke the next morning in the bedroom of the suite. I was still naked, but there was no one else around. I looked at the bedside clock and it was one PM. I got up and looked around for my clothes to get dressed. My panties and bra were gone. Only my dress and shoes remained. I slipped my dress over my head and put on my shoes. After combing my hair and washing my face, I left the suite and headed for my car.
Walking through the hotel, I was glad it was a holiday and little staff was around. My breasts were swaying as I walked and I felt very self-conscious of this. As I passed the front desk clerks and bellman, they all smiled and I was not sure if they were just being friendly or if it was because of the way my breasts moved beneath my dress. I was also wondering if they were able to tell that I was totally naked under my dress as I headed out the door. When I got home, I took a hot shower and cried myself to sleep.
I awoke later that night, still unsure of what had happened or why. I kept thinking it must be a dream, because nothing else made sense. The people I worked with raped me, the team I was a part of. What had I done to cause this?
I got up and went into the bath. Turning on the light, I was shocked at the sight in front of me. My breasts around my nipples were red and swollen from the squeezing and sucking, and even had small bite marks on them. Looking down, I saw small red marks around my stomach, marks that looked like hickeys, as if someone had been sucking on my stomach. My vagina, although not visible, was sore, and the lips were swollen. Most likely it was because it was the first time in over ten years that I had sexual intercourse of any kind and I just had it by force with four guys. I had to think this out. There was no way I could continue to work there, but I also needed tell someone. They could not get away with this. I took a hot shower and went back to bed.
I decided that on Tuesday I would talk to John out of courtesy. I would then go to the personnel office and report the incident. I wanted to make sure that I did everything proper, in case there were questions later. I called the hotel and asked for John's office. His secretary answered, and was surprised that I was not at work.
"Too much weekend?" she said.
I agreed and asked if I could talk to John. She told me that the office was out on sales calls today, and he would be back at the end of the day to pick up his messages. Did I want to leave a message? I thought better than to leave a message, but really had to get this done. I asked her to leave a message that I would be in at four thirty to meet with him about a matter of importance. She said she would give him the message.
The day seemed to drag by and I kept going over and over in my mind what had happened. I remembered them standing me up and taking off my clothes. I remember being touched, but I was not sure who was doing what at all times, then being placed on the couch, and having intercourse with them. The night was still foggy, and I kept cursing myself for taking that glass of wine.
I stepped from the shower, looking at myself in the mirror. From the outside, I looked no different. The swelling in my breasts had gone down, and the cream I had put on made the marks almost disappear. The soreness in my vagina had passed, but every time I thought about John's finger in me, I got a strange sensation and became slightly wet.
I put the thoughts out of mind and got dressed to go to the hotel. I really needed to feel good about myself, so I took out a pair of pink lace panties and matching bra. It was one of my favorite bras, as it lifted my breasts nicely and allowed just the top part of my areola to appear above the lace line. I put on my matching garter belt and clear silk stockings. Since I was not going in to work, I put on a mid-calf cotton skirt and white linen blouse. It was conservative, but at the same time casual. Four o'clock came and I left for the hotel.
When I arrived, John's secretary was just getting ready to leave. She said John had not yet returned, but she had given him my message when he called in and he said he would be here around this time. I waited in the reception area. I was reading an article in one of the trade magazines when John came out from the back and greeted me. He must have come in the back door, as he had already removed his jacket and loosened his tie.
He asked me to come and I followed him to his office. He offered me the couch but I said I would prefer the chair, which he agreed and walked back behind his desk. Before seating himself, he closed his office door so no one would disturb us. I neglected to notice that he had also locked the door so no one could enter or exit. He looked straight at me, as calm as he could be, and asked what was on my mind.
I could not believe he would be this calm or act this way after what they had done to me. I told him that I was resigning and was going to file a complaint with the personnel department about his actions, along with Dave, Rick and Bill, on Sunday night in the suite. I said that I did not know what I had done to them to cause them to rape me and treat me in such a manner but I would not let this matter go. I continued talking for another ten minutes. First stating my disappointment in him, then the hotel, their liability, and what stress and anguish they had caused me.
During the entire time I was talking, John just kept looking me in the face, very calmly and it looked like he had a slight smile on his face. I finished by saying the reason I was talking to him first was out of professional courtesy, as I had built my reputation on being professional, and felt I should continue.
He sat for a moment very quiet, but also very calm. When he started to speak, his voice was somewhat softer than normal, so I had to lean slightly forward to hear him. He said that he felt there was a definite misunderstanding of what had transpired on Sunday night. I had too much to drink, and along with the music and fun, I had acted in such a way that shocked everyone. My getting up, dancing around the room, and then removing my dress totally shocked everyone.
"We just figured you were a party girl and just wanted to let off steam."
He said they would prefer to forget the incident, but if I insisted on going further with it, then I would have to be prepared for the consequences of such a crucial step.
I thought I must have been hearing things. He was accusing me of getting naked, dancing around, and saying the whole thing was my idea. I know he could see the look of disbelief in my face, and when I started to speak, he just leaned back in his chair and smiled.
I must have called him every name I could think of and then some. I told him that I thought his professionalism would at least show some remorse, but now I was just going to go straight to the police and he would have to deal with that. I got up to leave and when I reached for the door, he stood up and blocked my way. He said it would be best if I sat back down and listened, and then I could leave. I was furious, but sat back down to listen.
John sat down and leaned across the desk, resting on his arms with his hands clasped together. He was looking me straight in the eyes when he spoke.
" I had hoped you would understand what I was telling you, to let it go, be reasonable, but I guess that's just not possible. You probably want to know why, what, or when and all those little details of what went on and why, so I will tell you. Understand this, when I am finished telling you everything, you can get up and leave. If you leave, you will never get a job in this industry again and possibly not in any other as you will not be able to use any of your past references. With your financial status, you need to think this over very carefully."
My face had gone red, and I was mad. No, not mad, I was furious, and could have easily shot him if I had a gun. His attitude and how he was talking to me was as if it was no big deal. He sat back in his chair and said that I needed to relax or I would get nothing. I took a deep breath and sat back into the chair.
" I wasn't sure about hiring you because of your age and the time you had been out of work. In our industry, that is critical because you lose contacts. However, as a favor to your old director, I agreed to the interview. When you walked in, I knew immediately that I would hire you. Why? Even with your conservative clothes and the way you carry yourself, it is very evident that you have extremely large breasts, great legs, and a nice ass. In other words, when a man looks at you, he thinks, 'Damn, I want to fuck her.' Even if it's just a fantasy, it sells, and in a new market where most of the meeting planners are men, a women who looks like you can bring in business if she treats the customers right. If every meeting planner who comes here has the thought in his mind that he can fuck you, then he will book his business here. I was sure I was right in my thinking, but needed to prove it, so that is why I had you work the FAM trip. Wearing the dresses showed off your legs, your ass, and, most of all, those gorgeous breasts of yours. Every meeting planner made it a point to mention that you were one hot piece of ass. They were especially turned on by how hot you were for your age. After hearing this, I had to make sure you would become a permanent part of my team."
Either the look on my face or the questions in my eyes caused John to stop talking. He sat for a moment, letting what he had said sink in and leaving me the opportunity to question. He knew I knew the answers but had to ask them to get it out of my head and put some kind of rational into this irrational scheme.
I told him I could understand his logic of using me as bait, as crude as it was, somewhat barbaric even. I understood his experiment to have me in the hospitality suite to get the customers opinion, and if positive, great. I did not understand why they got me drunk and forced me into sexual acts, causing me this pain, embarrassment, and humiliation, and then expect me to continue working under such circumstances. That was and is totally insane.
John, laughed, but said very quickly, "Yes, it is insane."
"I knew you would be good at your job but I wanted more. I needed more. Our business is down and my ass is on the line. In walks a desperate woman, who looks like every man's fantasy."
He stopped talking to see my reaction. I sat totally stunned.
"My actual idea of fucking you didn't come to pass until Saturday night after all the men clients kept coming up to me asking how they could fuck you. I decided then that it was necessary to do something that would guarantee that you would be a permanent part of the team and a way to build the business."
I must have still looked like a deer in the headlights, as he continued.
"I had a meeting in the late afternoon with the other sales staff and said we were going to have a party after the FAM in the suite. I lied and told them that I had heard after a few drinks that you could be an easy lay. Not knowing any different, they thought everything that went on was normal. You got drunk, played the part, got naked with a little help, fucked, and sucked them all. Now, how does it all end? That is up to you. You can continue to work for me, be part of the team, and do whatever and with whomever I say. For this, you will be well compensated and no one will be the wiser."
Again, I wanted to kill him. The gall. How in the world could he expect me to work for him, or ever do anything he asked, much less have him tell me to do something? I must have turned ten shades of red and again read him the riot act. To treat me with such disrespect, and expect me to forget the whole thing, was nonsense. He was going to get what was coming to him and I told him I would see him in jail. I stood to leave.
The sound when he hit the desk made me freeze, both from shock and from fear. I did not think he would hurt me, but right now, he had a look that was scaring me.
I told him to get out of my way or I would scream and accuse him of attacking me again.
"Sit down," He said, shouting. "I was hoping I would not have to go to this extent, but you have forced me to do things I did not want to do."
I was totally confused, but when he shouted for me to sit a second time, I did. He took an envelope out of his pocket, sat down in his chair, and laid it in the center of the desk.
"You are not going to the police or anywhere else. Nor are you going to tell anyone else."
