You are out of town on business, staying at a nice hotel close to the satellite office you are working at this week. It is Tuesday and you have been here since late Sunday evening. Although it is a large city, you are only on the suburbs off the outer ring bypass of the interstate system. You have thought about going downtown, but by the time you finished your business day and got back to the room, it is starting to get dark and being a female in a strange city downtown after dark is not a good idea. You decide you will just go to the chain restaurant that is adjacent to the hotel for your meal.
You have a nice meal. You are still in your "corporate" clothing of a conservative dress suit. The skirt is not too short or too long, and tailored to highlight your best assets. Your makeup for the day is still good and the conservative sling-back heels you are wearing complement the suit and show your shapely calves to the best angle, even though you would feel more comfortable in a set of sandals or house shoes. Unfortunately, in your corporate world, there is an unwritten taboo about wearing those, especially on a trip to another office besides you home office.
The young man who is your server is just a kid and probably would have to work several hours with tips to pay for the meal you just had on the company dime. It makes you feel a little older seeing how young he is, but you catch him trying to peek down at the little touch of cleavage you show. It is nothing flashy or yells "look at me" but it does give an indication of what is underneath, held in place by the Victoria's Secret bra that you have to wear under the blouse. It is the same shade and color as the blouse, and you are aware that it still is evident as a slightly lighter image under the think silk blouse.
Being dressed that way is de rigueur and you are definitely in the corporate mold there. And, it helps sometimes as some of the men you do business with cannot help but be distracted by the hint of cleavage the hint of the lacy, but still conservative white bra, and the little way the skirt manages to slip just above your knee when you are sitting. In your world, every little advantage helps.
Of course, being an attractive woman in business dress in a chain restaurant next to a hotel that caters to business people, you fit in with the crowd and you realize you are attracting a little attention from some of the male business travelers. But you realize that all they want is one thing. And they cannot have that. You smile when they smile but give them that "don't bother look" when you see that they are considering whether to send you a drink or come to your table.
You will be here through Friday night and you recognize some of them as having ridden in the hotel shuttle from the airport, and you will most likely ride to the airport with them on Friday afternoon. All you need right now is to have some hormonally charged middle-aged businessman trying to get inside your panties. There is a good chance you will see them or those like them the next few times you have to make the trip down here. Although it is a big city, this is still a small community of business people who reside at least occasionally in this narrow strip of corporate growth between the city's beltway and the generic super mall next door that could be dropped into any suburban area of any city with more than four zip codes and nobody would know the difference.
And the same could be said of any of those men too. Like the malls and the corporate park and even the hotel and restaurant you ate in, they are all as interchangeable as the fleet of rental cars parked in the hotel parking lot. The equipment and the accessories vary a little, but they are still just part of one big fleet.
You know this having spent at least 4 or 5 days each month for the last three months down here on "business that needs your special attention." You think to yourself "Oh please, it is just because your manager doesn't want to deal with staying a few days in another city, eating at a chain restaurant and dealing the incompetent people the company has employed locally for the meager wages they are being paid. Instead, he sends you.
You pay your tab with your own card and place the receipt in your conservative business purse for the inevitable expense and trip report that you will have to fill out once you get back to your office. You leave the restaurant through the common door it shares with the hotel so you don't even have to venture out into the heat of the summer. The weather down here is a little warmer and a little more humid than you are used to and the suit jacket that fits over your plain, but tasteful white silk blouse does seem just a tab warm for the weather, but spending most of the day in an air conditioned office in meetings, it is almost a necessity.
You smile back at the young man behind the front desk. Just as you are in your corporate dress, so is he. And he is behind the desk so you cannot check him out, although you can feel him trying to check out your legs and your body under the tailored suit. It does make you feel a little better that even as you grow older, the younger guys still check you out rather than just dismissing you, even though you are now old enough to be their mother.
You take the elevator to your third floor room and pull out the little card that will let you access the door. The floor plan, furnishings and such are identical in most of the rooms, only the cheap paintings and the mirrored floor plan of every other room being the making differences. And of course the view is just slightly different. One side of the hotel you have a perfect view of the beltway. On this side, of course, you get to see the mall and its huge anchor chain store, just like your cubicle back in the home office. In fact, you cannot even remember if you have actually stayed in this room before. It looks familiar, but then so do all of them.
You wonder if you actually remember to pack a swimsuit. Maybe you can go to the pool in a little while. Anything you can do to break the monotony of spending another night in a hotel watching junk on the small cheap TV that the hotel chain must be in lots of thousands.
As you walk in and turn to close the door, you flip closed the little security bar that allows the door to be opened four inches and you lock the deadbolt. The room is still somewhat darkened and the maid obviously didn't open the drapes as they are taught to do, but you had left them closed. Just the hint of light from the security lights for the parking lot outside seeping past the edge of the curtains provides any illumination at all.
You flip on the light switch and nothing happens. The overhead light should have come on, and possibly the bathroom. Before you can even react or wonder for a moment even about it, you are pushed from behind up against the wall.
A hand slips across your mouth stopping you from crying out and another hand yanks off your glasses. Another hand covers your eyes. Two more sets of hands each grab and control your arms. You at once realize that there are at least three assailants. Then another set of stout hands grabs and secures your ankles. You cannot move because each of these people seems to be stronger than you are. Attempting to struggle a little you quickly realize the futility of it all.
Ironically, the silly voice in your head tells you that the guy at your ankles is probably looking up
A male voice behind you whispers in very precise, but in a somewhat strange and unfamiliar accent "Don't struggle, it is useless. Cooperate and you will be released with we are through with you."
You quit struggling and he whispers "Smart lady. Now close your eyes."
You pause for a second and then hear the ominous tone in his voice as he says "Do it now bitch." You instantly close your eyes and he says "And keep them that way if you know what is good for you."
You keep them closed as a blindfold is placed over your eyes. You can tell that they look like a set of wrap-around glasses and a small strap on the back is placed around your head and pulled tight. The strap is then hidden under your hair. You realize it makes you look like you are wearing sunglasses rather than being blindfolded. And you cannot see anything while wearing it.
The hands are all still clamped on you and you hear the man say once more "We just want to have a little fun. And you are the chosen one. What is going to happen will happen, the difference is what shape you will be in when we are through. If you relax and do what you are told, you might even enjoy it. Not that we care really, because we will have our fun."
