He looked at me, confused.
“You’re drunk,” I said.
“Oh,” he said, “that’s right, that’s right. I’m paying you to be my whore, to fuck me. You want money for your escort work? Come to me.”
I moved off the bed, feeling myself getting wetter, feeling the heat of my lust. I moved around him, teasing him.
“I’m not going to come to your hotel room,” I said.
“You’ll come to my hotel room.”
“You’ll come to my hotel room. And if you do, I’ll fuck you. You’ll come to my bed and I’ll fuck you.”
I looked into his eyes.
“Yeah, right,” I said. “You’re drunk.”
“Well, you’re drunk too.”
“I’m not drunk, and, I’m not going to come to your hotel room.”
“I’ll have money for my escort work,” he said.
“Well, that’s good, that’s fine. I’ll have a nice little hotel room with a busty blond and a private bathroom. I’ll get you nice and drunk and you can fuck me.”
He looked into my eyes, noticing the look of lust I was giving him. He smiled, shaking his head.
“I understand that I’m getting fucked tonight. And I understand that I’m going to play with your slutty little ass in your hotel room tonight.”
I felt the big, strong hands pull my panties away from my body. His thick fingers entered my wet vagina. He reached around my breasts, pinching my nipples, pulling hard on them.
“And lay down,” he said, “on the stairs.”
I knew he was going to do what he had said he would.
He was going to push me in the stairwell.
“Let’s go,” he said.
“Let’s go,” I said.
“And come to my hotel room later tonight,” he said, “and I’ll have so much fun with you.”
He stood in front of me, looking me up and down.
“I’ll kiss you badly!”
“No!” I said, grabbing his hand. “I will be the one kissing you so badly!”
He reached for his wallet and opened it.
“But I’m not gonna let you pay for my hotel room.”
“Oh, no, no, no.” he said “You’re gonna love me on the stairs and you’ll come to my hotel room later and you’ll pay me for my whore services.”
He slapped me hard across the face. The pain was incredible. He picked up his jacket and wrapped it around me, shoving me down into his boots.
“And, don’t you dare fucking come to my hotel room.”
“I’m going to!” I said, trying to move my legs.
The big, big arms around me, the pain on my face, his hands on my naked breasts and boots on my feet was simply amazing.
to be continued..