Samantha Hunt heard the thump, thump, thump dimly as if she was hearing underwater. She groggily shook her head to try and clear the fog that seemed to envelop it but immediately regretted that as her head throbbed in pain from the movement. She struggled to recall where she was and even what day it was and...oh god! Her head hurt. She managed to lift her arm and touch the body on her right and spoke.
"Craig, answer the door."
He grunted and before anything else could happen a key was fitted into the door and it slammed open and three people burst in creating a noisy confusion.
Samantha sat up even though it hurt her head badly and used the sheet to preserve her modesty as she was confronted by a very angry middle aged man and woman shouting about their "boys" while someone, the hotel manager she guessed, tried to placate them as they shouted and pointed at her.
It was all so surreal for Samantha , as if she was viewing things from outwith her body, as the sexy blonde Sales Rep. started to take in her surroundings. They were all in a dimly lit hotel room that all of a sudden lightened up when the man ripped the curtains open to let in the sunlight. Samantha was blinded and blinked away and it was only then that she noticed the sleeping body on her left. Which was strange because - shit! It wasn't Craig ( how could it be he was at home wasn't he?) - then who? Then the guy on her right stirred and sat up dragging the duvet cover with him revealing all - a naked blonde between two teenage boys who could only be.....
"They're only fifteen you slut," (they weren't however, both were over eighteen but had such youthful looks) screamed their apparent mother and slapped Samantha hard across her stunned face, her husband and the hotel manager desperately trying to hold her back. Which was when the manager noticed the lines of white powder and straws on the dressing table. Coke! Samantha was quickly realising she was in a world of trouble here.
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"I was out with the other female reps, Kate, Vanessa and Mary. We went to some clubs, had a few drinks and that's all I can remember. I swear!," she pleaded to the Detective who had collected her in handcuffs from the hotel earlier.
Her one phonecall had been to Maxwell Ferguson, Managing Director of the firm she worked for. In general they hated each other and had clashed a number of times but Sam had always been such a good sales woman that she had never fallen foul of his famously short and vindictive temper. He had told her to sit tight and he'd send his lawyer to bail her out, but as she sat there in the interview room she thought how bad this looked. When the boys had awoken to all the noise they had confessed to their parents straight away how 'this lady' had offered them fun back in her room. They had gone along and how she had given them cocaine and got them to snort it before they had all stripped off and had just about every type of sex imaginable. She had sat there frozen on the bed as the boys told this story to their increasingly irate parents and listened as the hotel manager called the police.
She had managed to put on a tight white blouse and mini-skirt before being taken away by the cops, dried cum still in her hair.
Once the lawyer arrived , she was led to a holding cell while the lawyer and cop talked. It wasn't long before the lawyer came and collected her and led her out into his limo. In the back he was brief and to the point.
" Listen Mrs. Hunt, Maxwell has had to pull some major stings to get you even bailed. You are in some deep, deep shit right now."
With that warning he dropped her back at the company headquarters and on shaky legs she made her way up to Maxwell's office for a meeting she wasn't looking forward to at all. Ferguson's company was easily the biggest in the town and no doubt he had a big pull on many of the officials there. He was rumoured to have used unscrupulous methods to make them do what he wanted and it was this thought that gave Sam some hope of covering this up, she knew how black it looked. Little did she realise that the lawyer was on his way back to the station with payment for the cops and the acting 'family'.
Maxwell's secretary ushered her immediately into his office and she nervously entered to find him, and his son and daughter, Anthony and Saskia, sitting by his desk waiting for her.
"Well Samantha," boomed Maxwell as he got to his feet, he was an intimidating man. He worked out regularly and you would be hard pressed to come across a more impressive physical specimen of a man at 56 years old. He was greying at the temples and had cold , black eyes that were boring into the petite blonde.
"You've really fucked up this time haven't you. No, don't answer me, just sit down there and listen 'cos I'm livid right now."
