"These shoes are amazing" thought Chloe as she strutted across the reception area of the Doubletree Hilton. She paused briefly to admire her reflection in one of the many polished surfaces of the hotel. Most women would agree with Chloe that the 6" Louboutin heels that she was wearing were amazing. Her gorgeous legs looked longer, stretching from the expensive shoes to the thigh-skimming hem of her grey striped business skirt. Her posture changed, emphasising her perfect ass and breasts while significantly increasing her slightly less than average height.
Chloe owned many pairs of high heels, but to her dismay she did not yet own a pair of Louboutins. Fortunately Sophie, the irritatingly nice skinny bitch on the course with her seemed to have a substantial shoe collection all of her own. That is who Chloe had borrowed these beautiful and expensive shoes from; and to whom she must now reluctantly return them.
The staccato "tip tap" of her heels rang out on the hard floor as she sauntered towards the lift.
Suddenly Chloe froze; a voice, familiar, authoritative, arrogant echoed across the large room. Stopping to adjust her hair in a mirror, Chloe scanned the space behind her. There, arguing with the flustered receptionist was a large black man in an expensive suit. The scene seemed all too familiar to Chloe. An expensive hotel, the strong Nigerian accent of a man accustomed to getting his way, the group of a dozen or so "business associates" who were in fact the most violent, sadistic and perverted group of black mercenaries from the darkest (in every sense) regions of Africa.
The man arguing loudly with the receptionist was General Katanga. Chloe had met him before in a luxury hotel in Rhodes. She had been working undercover as the executive assistant to a business man that was dealing in arms with the General. Unfortunately the mission had gone wrong when Chloe unknowingly signed a contract consenting to be General Katanga's sex slave for forty eight hours. Chloe had endured a variety of the General's perversions before she had managed to escape.
But now, wondered agent Chloe, what were General Katanga and his thugs doing in the Doubletree Hilton hotel in Chester? Whatever it was it could not be good...
Chloe finished adjusting the waves of her long blonde hair in the mirror, and taking one final glance at the reflection of the General, she quickly tottered over to the lift, slipping inside just as the doors closed.
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That was her; he would know that tight round ass anywhere. Why the fuck was that interfering little bitch at this hotel.
"You, receptionist" General Katanga stared at the tiny camp white man before him.
"Yyyes, Sir...I mean General."
"That woman" Katanga gestured at the last glimpse of Chloe's perfect ass and long Louboutin –clad legs disappearing into the lift.
"General?"
The receptionist obviously was not accustomed in how to take orders.
Katanga's stare intensified.
"Why is she here?"
"I...I am not permitted to say General, it is to protect our guests' privacy."
This man was beyond idiocy, seethed the general, I shall squash him when I have a moment.
Katanga gestured to two of his men.
The first black thug reached across the reception desk, grabbed the little man's jacket and pulled him over the counter to crumple at the feet of the General.
The second man leapt over the desk and faced the computer.
"Room?" The first thug demanded from his trembling victim.
"130" the obviously petrified man replied.
A few seconds later and the second thug looked up from the screen.
"Chloe Simmonds, five nights, all paid for by S&M Bank, looks like a training course General."
The General nodded, and without looking at the receptionist walked off towards the lifts.
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"Thank you for letting me try your Louboutins, they are so gorgeous." Chloe slipped off the 6" heels and handed them back to Sophie who placed them carefully in the bottom of her wardrobe alongside an impressive high heel collection of shoes, boots and sandals.
Chloe couldn't resist the temptation to lick her lips and admire the curve of Sophie's legs and ass as she replaced the shoes. Taller than Chloe by four inches, Sophie's lithe body looked irresistible as she glided across the plush carpet, her luxuriant dark hair bouncing in a loose ponytail. Sophie certainly was very attractive, thought Chloe, maybe with some white wine she might be willing to experiment a little with Chloe one night; possibly after the Halloween fancy dress event...but that will have to wait, I must find out what the General is up to.
Sophie walked back across the room, perfectly balanced in a pair of bright red 5" stilettos that matched the colour of her lips.
"I have to go now, but I will see you later after lunch."
"Yes, I look forward to it."
Sophie leant forward and gave Chloe a gentle kiss on the cheek.
Chloe opened the door and stepped into the corridor. She walked purposefully towards her room, enjoying the familiar feeling of her 5" nude stilettos, but at the same time missing the luxuriant feeling of Sophie's Louboutins.
"I need to make some calls" Chloe thought as she approached her door "Someone must know why the General is here, I just hope that I can stop him before anyone is forced into danger by him or his thugs."
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In his suite General Katanga sat brooding over the appearance of Chloe Simmonds at the hotel.
Why was she here? What was this S&M Bank thing? A new cover? Another one of her missions?
Finally Katanga decided that he did not care about why she was here. He only cared that this was an opportunity for him to enact his revenge upon her for what happened in Rhodes.
The General gestured to three of his mercenary guards.
"I have a very important task for you. That bitch of a secret agent Chloe Simmonds is staying at this hotel, I do not know why, and I do not care. All that I am interested in is teaching that slut a lesson."
The three big black Nigerian mercenaries smiled.
"You will watch this little white slut in the business suit and Louboutins who is with the S&M Bank delegation, follow her, take pictures, make notes, and when the time is right I want you to exact revenge on this bitch, record her punishment so that I can watch it again and again, make her scream and beg for mercy, the slut's name is Chloe. Now go!"
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Chloe's phone calls had not shed any light on why Katanga was at the hotel, although her superiors at the agency had been intrigued at his arrival as they thought that he was in London visiting his business interests. She was informed that the agency would look into the matter immediately.
In the meantime agent Chloe was to maintain her cover with S&M Bank, observe Katanga at a distance, not take any risks, definitely not make contact with the General or his men, and await further instructions from the agency.
Frustrated as she was with the lack of information, Chloe accepted that the only thing that she could do was follow the agency's orders and play it safe.
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Normally three big black thugs would stand out at the Doubletree Hilton, but due to the size of General Katanga's delegation no one was paying attention to the muscular black men sat in the bar, eating in the restaurant, working out in the gym, or simply walking the corridors.
That is why she did not have the faintest idea that she was being watched. Her every movement photographed, every action noted.
She never suspected the danger that she was in...
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With a soft "ping" the lift doors opened and the S&M Bank group stepped out into the corridor. Even without his extensive training, the Nigerian mercenary could have tracked these white women in the dark. The collective "tip-tapping" of five pairs of expensive high heels (not one of them lower than 5") echoed throughout the reception area, causing all eyes to turn towards the beautiful goddesses as they made their way to the hotel entrance. Not surprisingly, the men in the group faded into insignificance, barely registering a glance from anyone.
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"That must be her!" Ngobo whispered to his Nigerian mercenary comrades. They were watching the group of S&M Bank girls walk through reception and head outside. At first it was quite difficult to spot which of the sluts could be Chloe, but as they strutted passed where the black men were sitting, Ngobo saw the telltale flash of red soles to the 6" stiletto Louboutins worn by one of the girls.
"Katanga said that she was wearing Louboutins, there is only one girl in that group wearing those red soled shoes, second from the left."
His comrades looked at the girls as they walked passed, letting their gazes linger over every curve of their beautiful white bodies.
