Casey could not believe she was doing this, she never saw clients this late at night and never in a hotel room. A small smile played on her red lips. She had done her homework though and had visited the house he wanted to decorate first before coming to see him. She pulled into the parking bay of the luxury hotel. Her portfolio and laptop sat next to her on the passenger seat. It was her only companions - work was all her life. Casey had worked hard to get were she was and she was now rated as one of the top home decorators at one of the best firms. Her social life had taken a back seat to her ambitions to be the best. Now she was. And she was lonely.
Casey got out the car. She was tall for a woman, slim. She was not skinny like most tall woman though. Just slim and toned, her spare hours spent working out at the gym payed off. Her breasts stood perfect as if they were done by the best surgeons. Her other female colleges still did not believe her that they were natural. She shook her head letting her dark red hair come forward over her shoulder. Casey did not believe in tying her hair up. Loose and free is how she liked her hair to be. It showed off her big blue eyes more this way. Casey though that her best feature. Her eyes.
She was dressed her best for this meeting. All business. She walked into the lobby of the hotel proudly. Casey never noticed that men stared at her, but their eyes followed her now. She had left her laptop and portfolio in her car. That's how she always worked. Make the client feel your attention is completely on them before hitting them with facts and figures. She climbed into the well lighted lift. Her well manicured hand punched in the floor and she waited. Then the doors were opening.
It was dark. Too dark. The open lift behind her was the only source of light. She looked down the passage way. The closed doors to the rooms were barely visible. He had said his room was the 7th door on the left. The light behind her began to fade, but she refused to turn and go back. Back to the safety of the lighted lift.
Casey did not want to move, but she had never backed down before. She refused to give him the satisfaction. She jumped as the doors closed and the light was gone. Her eyes closed, she ran her hand nervously through her long wavy dark red hair, tugged on her tweed jacket and rearranged her short pencil skirt. Casey was here for business. And she meant business regardless of what he may think. She opened her eyes. The darkest blue eyes looked down the dark foreboding passage way. She sighed, straightened her back and began walking. Her high heels barley making a sound on the rich carpet.
1st door on the left. She saw it with the corner of her eye. Keep going, she told herself as she felt a shiver run down her spine. Casey had never been afraid of the dark before. What is wrong with me? She wondered. It was because of him. He unnerved her.
2nd door on the left. 5 more doors to go. Her breathing increased and she felt the hairs on her neck stand up. Someone's behind me. She looked back. No one. Casey stopped. Taking a deep, steading breath she squared her shoulders and moved forward.
3rd door on the left. The sound of the tell tail click of a door being unlocked broke the silence in the passage way. Casey stopped and looked around her. Nothing. No one appeared anywhere. Her breathing quickened as the fear began to rise in her. She picked up the pace.
4th door on the left. Her arms prickled with goose flesh. Her breathing short gasps.
5th door on the left. Somewhere a door squeaked open. Casey could not tell if it was ahead of her or behind her. She lengthened her stride, close to running now.
6th door on the left...A hand clamped over her mouth from behind. Casey froze with fright. An arm wrapped around her waist and she was roughly pulled back against a hard chest. She began to struggle.
"Shh...Don't scream, don't fight" A male voice whispered harshly in her ear.
She was roughly pushed up against a wall. He let go her waist and mouth. Casey opened her mouth to scream. Something hard was shoved into her mouth before any sound came out. And then he was covering her eyes with a blindfold. Casey began to struggle. He pulled her against his hard chest.
"7th door on the left..." He chuckled, his lips close to her ear. She froze. It was him. He was the man behind her.
She felt her pussy become wet and moaned. She did not want to do this, did she?
From the moment he had walked into her office she had wanted him. And she had hated him for that. He had stood tall. His dark brown hair neatly cut and he was wearing a dark blue suit that looked like it had been poured onto his toned body. His dark eyes had seemed to read everything about her life in the second he had turned to look at her. She had no choice. Casey had smiled politely as her boss told her she was to decorate this man's new home. Then she had to smile between clenched teeth as he ignored her completely and arranged with her boss to have her travel all the way to his hotel room at night time to discuss the details.
"Give him what ever he wants. This is a going to be our biggest client of the year." Her boss had grinned at her. Anything he wants? Casey's boss had not meant this.
She was roughly pulled backwards and then she heard a door close. Casey's hands came up to try and rip the blind fold off. He turned her around and grabbed both her wrists. He easily held them behind her back with one hand.
"No, no...don't spoil the fun now." He chuckled.
She tried to beg for him to stop, but the thing in her mouth prevented any sound except muffled moans. Casey could not spit it out. He had tied it behind her head. His free hand began working on the buttons on her blouse. She tried to pull away but his other hand was still holding her wrists behind her back and she could not move. She felt the cold air against her exposed skin. His hand moved slowly upwards. Hooking his fingers under the wired lace he lifted her bra up and over her one breast exposing it. He pulled her wrist sharply backwards causing Casey to arch her back.
