Dan practically threw himself down on the barstool. For the last two weeks he had spent all his time in the conference room of this hotel, presenting lecture after lecture training the staff on a new computer program. His voice was scratchy and almost gone, but it was Friday and he was done. As he prepared to leave, he noticed the lounge and decided that a few beers may be just what his throat needed.
At 56, Dan was tiring out. His 6’2” frame felt smaller to him, and his once blonde hair was now laced with grey. He took a long drink from his glass and turned his attention to the ballgame on the television set.
Two seats away, another gentleman sat down and ordered a beer as well. He turned to Dan and asked if he knew the score in the game.
“Toronto three, New York two, bottom of the fifth,” Dan informed him.
The men continued their small talk through a few more beers. “By the way, I’m Roger”, said the man as he extended it Dan.
Dan shook his new acquaintance’s hand. “My pleasure.” He couldn’t help but notice that Roger was constantly checking his watch. “Expecting someone to meet you?”
Roger smiled. “I’m meeting my subslut this evening. I’m married, but this bitch likes to give up control and I need to take it, so I meet her in a room here twice a week.”
A little startled by the man’s confession and the ease with which he said it, Dan had to ask. “Subslut? You mean she does whatever you tell her to?”
“Within reason,” Roger confirmed. “She does have limits, but not many of them. That makes her the perfect fucktoy.”
Both men laughed. Dan mentioned that he had always been interested in exploring that lifestyle, but had never found a willing participant.
An almost evil grin crossed Roger’s face. “Come up to the room when it’s time and use my whore.”
Dan smiled. He had nothing else to do this evening. Why not fuck someone else’s bitch when she’s being offered up like a juicy steak. “I might just take you up on that, my friend,”
By the top of the ninth inning, the game was now tied. Roger looked into the lobby. “There’s my slut now,” he pointed as he waited for Dan to turn and look.
Dan turned to see a woman standing at the front desk making arrangements for the room. She was wearing black leather pants and Dan squirmed just looking at that perfect ass. Her hair was tucked up under a stylish hat and the tube top she wore seemed two sizes to small.
“You’re right, Roger. Prime slut material from what I can see,” he told his friend without removing his eyes from her.
Rogers beamed with what could only be construed as pride. “She likes it rough, hard and nasty. Don’t think I have ever met a bigger whore and by the end of the night, you will be able to make the same claim.” Again, both men laughed as they ogled their entertainment for the evening.
The woman finally finished and reached for the key. As she turned to head to the room, Dan got his first glimpse of her face and almost spit out the drink he was attempting to swallow. It was his daughter……his married daughter! He quickly spun around and faced the bar again. A million thoughts screamed through his head. His 33 year old daughter……her husband……her children…..she’s a slut……a whore…..he was going to fuck her…..
Dan chugged the rest of his beer, certain that everyone in the place could hear his heart pounding.
Roger continued to watch her until she reached the elevator then spun his stool around as well. “ She is to be naked on her hands and knees, her ass facing the door and her fingers in her pussy when I enter the room.”
