The old neon sign at the edge of the parking lot was blinking and several of the letters in Motel where already burnt out. The rundown building itself was two story's with the managers office, Jack's office, just at the far end of the bottom level. Driving her car into the parking lot Sarah pulled up, near the far end of the motel. Sarah's stomach was twisting in knots and as she looked over towards Jack's office, she was reminded of her last visit.
There was a stark difference in her visit this time, back then Jack had to accept her terms as he had no real leverage over her to force anything that he wanted from her, no matter how hard he tried. But as she looked away from Jack's office, along the bottom level of the motel and then up to the second, her chin began to tremble, knowing he now had all the leverage to put her into any position he wanted.
Turning off the car Sarah grabbed the cell phone out of her purse, feeling her heart sink even further at the picture of her and Mark on the screen. Tapping on her messages she read one from an unknown number that simply said, meet in room eleven. With her heart sinking she opened a message to Mark and began to type. "Working late to finish up on our case, then getting a drink with Jocelyn, may be out late, I'll see you when I get home. Love you."
Mark trusted her, so Sarah hoped that her excuse was going to be enough, while also hoping to be home sooner rather than later. After closing her phone and tucking it back into her purse, it took several deep breaths before Sarah was able to finally step out of her car. Closing the door and making sure it was locked, Sarah smoothed out her long, form fitting black coat, while taking another look around to see if anyone else was about and watching her.
The sound of her black stiletto heels clicked on the cracked pavement as Sarah began to walk towards the metal stairs leading up to the second level. Each step caused Sarah's legs to feel heavier and heavier, she was having to force herself to keep moving forward towards room eleven. It was hard not to look around again and for a moment Sarah's eyes lingered on her car, it would be a quick escape, but sighed deeply, knowing she couldn't leave yet.
Walking along the second level Sarah thought she could hear a woman in the midst of an excitable tryst. "Ugh." Forcing herself to keep moving she neared room eleven, the strong urge to throw up nearly overtook her. "Just get through this Sarah, just get through it." Trying to convince herself, Sarah lifted her hand and she could see it was visibly shaking as she knocked lightly on the weather stained door. For a moment Sarah hoped beyond hope that no one would answer, but after tapping on the door a second time, it finally began to open.
Jack Sampson's large frame easily filled the doorway as he opened it, at just over 6' tall and nearly three hundred pounds, he dwarfed the beautiful blonde standing before him. "Well, looky here, seems you wanted a piece of old Jack after all."
Sarah's chin trembled at the sight of Jack, partially out of anger and partially out of the fear of what was going to happen between them. Wearing what looked like the same white stained undershirt and faded jogging pants she had seen him in the last time she had come, Sarah turned her head away slightly as the mans strong odor struck her, a combination of cigarette smoke and B.O.
"I guess I shouldn't keep a pretty thing like you waiting." Stepping aside Jack ushered Sarah into the room, bringing his hand back and smacking Sarah's ass as she walked past him.
"Mph." Sarah jumped from the unexpected contact, no one had ever spanked her before, not her parents and certainly not a past boyfriend. Gritting her teeth knowing this was only the very beginning of her night, she took several more steps into the old motel room.
Looking around the room it looked like it had been worn down with age and little care. The carpet was stained and ripped, the small table in the corner had burn marks on it and the two wooden chairs on either side of it, each had small missing pieces.
There was a long dresser along one wall, it had a thick flat screen tv on it, which Sarah quickly looked away from, the image of a woman being fucked from behind was frozen on it. The center piece of the room was the queen sized bed, it had faded blankets that wouldn't have looked out of place in the eighties.
But what really caught Sarah's eye, was on one of the two night stands on either side of the bed, was a large bottle of lube, a blue and white wand vibrator and a brand new, shiny set of handcuffs. "Uh...I didn't agree to anything like that, you're not handcuffing me..."
"No, you agreed to hand power over to me and I told Jack he could handcuff you."
Sarah's eyes quickly locked onto Beth, walking out of the room's bathroom. "Wh...what are you doing here? You said you wouldn't watch!"
That look of pure shock and terror that covered Sarah's beautiful features, instantly had Beth's pussy beginning to drip. "Now how could I miss all this?" Feigning shock, Beth walked up to Sarah and reaching out, undid the tie holding her black coat closed. "Besides, I had to ensure you followed all my instructions, didn't I?"
Trembling where she stood, Sarah looked down in disbelief as the woman she hated from the office undid and opened her coat. "St..." On the verge of pushing Beth's hands away, Sarah tensed up the moment Jack's hands took a hold of her collar and began to pull her coat off her shoulders.
"Isn't that a sexy little dress." Beth's eyes moved up and down Sarah's body, the black, silk dress coming into full view as the coat was tossed into a corner. The dress hugged her body perfectly, with the tiny little spaghetti straps and very low cut of the dress, it was clear that Sarah had not worn a bra. "Did you buy that just for us?"
"Ye...yes..." Sarah had stopped on her way home from the office to buy her ensemble, not wanting to ruin any of her own clothes, or on the off chance, run the risk of Mark discovering some random stains on her clothing, so a change of clothes was waiting in her car.
Jack flashed his yellow tooth grin as he placed his hands back on Sarah's shoulders, running them caressingly down her bared arms. "Good little girl aren't ya?"
Trying to ignore Jack's touch and his comments, Sarah tensed up as Beth crouched to a knee in front of her. "Wh...what are you doing? Don't touch me..."
Smiling up at Sarah, Beth placed her hands gently around Sarah's ankles. "Shhh, I have to make sure you followed all my instructions Sarah."
Biting down on her lower lip and closing her eyes, goosebumps began to erupt all over Sarah's skin. Clenching her tony hands into fists as Beth's hands moved slowly, softly up her stocking clad legs, Sarah could only fight the urge to run away from these two.
"What's the matter? Don't like Beth touching you?" Sarah's whole body was tense and Jack could feel every muscle in her arms straining, flexing.
Shaking her head no, Sarah could feel Beth's fingertips slipping underneath the hem line of her dress. "Beth...sto..."
"Is that garter straps I feel?" Beth traced her fingers along the thin straps connected to the tops of Sarah's stockings. "You know Jack, I think she'll let you hand cuff her after all. Seems little miss perfect here, does know how to do as she's told."
"Oh I had not doubt. This little slut is all talk Beth, don't forget, she told me she'd never let me touch her in a million years." Bringing his hands back up to Sarah's shoulders, Jack gently slid one strap of her dress off.
"Is that true Sarah? You said you wouldn't let Jack touch you?" The bare skin just above Sarah's stockings, was covered in goosebumps and Beth could feel the way her legs trembled under her touch.
A quiet whimper slipped from Sarah's throat as to almost accentuate what they where saying, Jack slipped the other strap of her dress down.
"Well that was rude Sarah." Beth let out a quiet moan of her own, bringing both hands up to cup and squeeze Sarah's firm backside. "Mhmm, is that lace I feel?"
For Sarah it was a totally surreal moment, where she should have been having a drink with her friend Jocelyn, she was instead in a sleazy motel room, sandwiched between the most hated women in the office and likely the most disgusting man she had ever met.
"It is lace." Beth had drooled over Sarah's ass for so long now, it was pure heaven to have such unfettered access. "Seems you have followed my instructions Sarah, good girl." Knowing they had all night, Beth slid her hands back out from under Sarah's dress.
That moment of relief at having Beth's meaty hands off her body was short lived for Sarah. Watching Beth get back to her feet, she felt Jack tug her dress down around her waist, fully exposing her bare breasts to the secretary from work.
