(The is the first chapter of a new series I'm working on. Let me know if you want more!)
TW: Blackmail, nonconsent/reluctance, forced pleasure, mental/psychological coercion
Part 1: The First Few Hours
Adriana was buzzing with energy as she perused her lingerie collection, trying to decide which outfit was the right balance of slutty and "nice to meet you." She was meeting up with a guy she met online for the first time. He was married (why were they always married?) and she wasn't comfortable inviting him over to her apartment, so he booked a room in a moderately nice hotel uptown.
She chatted with him throughout the week leading up to their meeting. He messaged her first (the married ones always do), commenting on one of the books she listed as her favorite on her profile. She liked what he had to say about East of Eden and its exploration of good and evil and the human condition, so she responded.
He was 34, tall, with broad shoulders and mossy green eyes. She was only 25, but she didn't mind their age gap. Men in their 30's knew how to make her cum, and she always felt more "sophisticated" hooking up with them than with the drunk 20 year old men she met in bars. There were only 2 photos on his profile, and one was of his dog, but she didn't think that was too odd, considering he was married and didn't want to be too obvious. His name was listed as David M. His profile was new, and he said he recently caved and started online dating after dealing with a dead bedroom at home.
She selected a pink bra and panty set. The material was soft and sheer, offering a clear view of her dark pink nipples and trimmed bush. It was classy and slutty at the same time. She was curvy, with wide hips, large breasts, and thick thighs, but yoga and running with her best friend kept her fit.
She'd shared more of her body with him than she usually did with men online, but he seemed so earnest when he asked for more photos.
"Your body is amazing," he wrote. "My wife is so self-conscious she never lets me actually see hers. Do you mind indulging me with more photos? I understand if you aren't comfortable. You're just so beautiful."
She felt like she was giving him a special treat every time she sent a photo of her perky nipples or her hand between her thighs over the past week. On Wednesday, she was especially bold and sent a short video of her fingers rubbing her clit while she looked down her body and directly into the camera. He loved it. He said he watched it over and over again. It didn't help that she had a bit of an exhibitionist streak, so while she knew it was always risky to send nudes online--especially nudes showing her face--he seemed sweet and she loved that the photos made him hard.
She pulled a black sundress over her head. It had a plunging v neck and rested just above of her knees. It was a light, gauzy material. She spritzed herself with her favorite perfume (extra spritz between her legs considering the occasion), dabbed on some lip gloss, and texted David that she was heading that way soon.
Her phone buzzed. "I can't wait to meet you, gorgeous. I'm in room 337." -David.
She smiled. She was always jittery when meeting men for the first time. It made her heart race. She got off on the casual encounters--the sleeping with people she just met and the inherent risk in meeting strangers online--but nothing bad had ever come of it. Usually, she met up with them a few times and then moved on to the next distraction. Some people might view the casual nature in which she slept around as problematic, but life was too short not to indulge herself.
She mirror-checked herself again before walking out the door. She felt like she managed the right balance of cute and sexy. She grabbed her purse, keys, and phone and headed to the hotel.
She parked on the street and her heart raced as she walked in. She smiled politely at the concierge and headed toward the elevator. She pressed "3" and fidgeted with her bracelet as she rode to the third floor. She stepped out of the lift, pausing for a second to make sure her dress was in place before walking down the hallway to room 337.
She knocked on the door and heard a deep voice say, "come in." The hotel room doors had been upgraded to the technology that lets guest lock and unlock their room from their phone. She heard the lock unlatch and slowly pushed the door open. She came into the entry way and the door fell shut behind her. She didn't see anyone.
"David?" she called in a quiet voice.
"Hi Adriana," a man said as he stepped out of the bathroom. She jumped. He was much older than her, and way older than 35. Adriana guessed he was in his late 50's. He was around 5'10", slightly round in the stomach, and had short salt and pepper hair. He had a significant but well-groomed grey beard and mustache.
"I'm sorry, I must have made a mistake," Adraina said as she turned to leave. Her heart was racing and she knew she needed to get out of the room fast. He locked the door from his phone, and by the time she manually unlatched it, he was at the door with her, holding it closed. Her body was pressed between him and the door.
"What...what do you want?" she asked.
His breath smelled like spearmint as he leaned into her. "I want you, sweetheart. All week long you have been sending me photos of your tight young body and I have been going absolutely crazy waiting for a taste."
"I'm sorry, this isn't right. You said you were 35 and that isn't you in the photo. That isn't okay. I need to leave now." She didn't want to be too impolite because she was afraid of how close he was to her and what he might do, but she also had no interest in remaining in the hotel room a moment longer.
"Adriana, I don't think you understand. You aren't going to leave."
"Yes, I am. You are not who I agreed to meet with."
"Sweetheart, I looked up your entire family." Adriana's body stilled. She didn't understand what he was getting at. He spoke low and slow in her ear as he continued. "I also did some research into your employer. I have your dad Bradley's Facebook page. Your boss Jennifer's phone number. Your ex-boyfriend Steven's Instagram. I know how much the job at the publisher's office means to you, especially as a recent college grad. Publishing is hard to get into, and with the publishing firm just getting off the ground, I know their tolerance for drama must be very low."
"What are you saying?" she asked with a shaky breath.
"You're a smart girl, Adriana. What do you think I'm saying?"
"Are you blackmailing me?"
"You could call it that. I want you to do everything I ask you to for the next 15 hours that I have this room reserved. If you do not comply, I will send that video of you rubbing your perfect little clit to everyone you know and say you sold it to me, a pervy 55 year old man, for money to fund a cocaine addiction."
"Why are you doing this?" Her body was trembling. She could not believe what was happening. Her mind was spinning in panic. She worked so hard to get that job at the publishers. And Jennifer was such a conservative prude, there is no way she would keep her on after seeing that video. And her dad? Jesus fucking Christ what had she gotten herself into?
"I'm doing it because you made it so easy, and I want to. Now, why don't you give me your belongings and go sit on the bed."
He held out a hand, waiting for her to give him her things. She reluctantly complied but did not move toward the bed.
"Adriana, this will be better for you if you are a good girl and listen. Go sit on the bed."
She took a deep breath and took slow steps to the bed. She felt his eyes watching her and she walked. She perched herself on the edge of the bed and watched as he put her belongings in the small safe in the hotel room closet. He turned to face her.
"Now, why don't you just try and relax, and we will have some fun, okay?"
"Just let me go home. I won't tell anyone about this," she said sincerely.
"That is not going to happen and if you ask again, you will be punished. Do you understand?"
She was silent as she looked down at her feet, trying to think of some way out of this. Why had she sent him those nudes? She felt like a complete idiot for putting herself in this situation. But as she stared at the floor, she also noticed for the first time that her panties felt wet between her thighs. What the fuck? she thought to herself. No way am I getting turned on by this pervert. It must just be from stress.
"I asked you if you understood, Adriana," he said in a raised voice.
"Yes. Yes, I understand. I won't ask to leave again."
"Good. Let's explain some rules." He walked until he was standing in front of her, looking down at her. "You are to refer to me as sir and only as sir, do you understand?"
Adriana gritted her teeth. What sort of freaky shit was this guy into?
He slapped her face out of nowhere. Shock colored her face. "Do you understand?" he repeated.
