Previously the store clerk and I enjoyed the evening and entire next day in sapphic pleasure in my hotel room.
Allysa and I have breakfast together in the restaurant before she goes to the boutique. I arrive promptly at 9:30 to Mr. Jackson's office, printed story in hand.
I can't help but smirk as I watch his face redden, while reading my written word.
He slams the folder onto his desk, raising his voice.
"This story you wrote is about a lesbian liaison with a dress clerk, a fantasy, I requested a detailed true story about your lesbian seduction, your erotic encounter with Yvette and Eloise, the eventual fantasy fulfilling gang bang." Picking up the pages, angry, he threw my pages across the floor.
Maintaining a calm composure, smiling I spoke up defending my story. "That is a true story, it happened just as I described, I have video proof. As a good reporter I record all my meetings." I gather the papers, "I also wrote the story of me masturbating in the lobby, and recorded Jan seducing me in her room."
I return to the large leather chair crossing my legs.
"The gang bang story you requested can't be completed because you requested precise details, I can't give details of the other men, as I was bound and blindfolded."
"What do you mean, other men?"
"Mr. Jackson, you requested my story include all the details. I met Jan, Yvette, and Eloise the women in the room. I met you; the video confirms you were the first man to violate and sodomize me. I haven't met the other men who fucked, uh, raped me that night. So, to fulfill your request of details I need to identify them to complete that story."
"What are you talking about? Violate? Sodomize? Rape?"
I hold up a thumb drive; "Well I guess your memory must terrible, here," I toss the thumb drive on his desk. "View it yourself, as I said I record all my meetings. When Yvette approached me in the restaurant, my Spidey senses went off, I felt something was up, so I recorded. In her room, I placed my phone on the nightstand to record the event. You can keep that one, I made several copies."
I continue with a mischievous grin. "I never requested you or anyone to rape me." I Smile.
"The recording clearly shows I told Yvette to STOP several times; clearly saying NO numerous times. Yet I was forcibly handcuffed by your hotel management staff. She ripped my new dress, bound me, I was raped by several different men and sodomized by you, everything recorded." I lean forward, placing my hands on my knees, I stand and pace toward the door.
"What do you want?" He glared at me, his rage written all over his red face, as I approach his desk, lean on it.
"Who does the planning of these fantasy proceedings?"
With a snarl, still fuming mad, "Yvette and I, Jan is often consulted."
"So, I surmise you didn't actually write any of the stories you published; you have your staff act out the writers' fantasies, so they experience their story, and type out a detailed account?" I look directly into his eyes. "Then you plagiarize and publish those stories as your own."