Dream
Part II
I'm low on cash flow and he seems to have the means. I am in a 5 star hotel anyway, where rooms start at $725 a night. Let's see where this goes. I'll call my girl Monica and give her my whereabouts first and details about my john.
I finish my drink and wait another 5 minutes. Then I proceed to the bathroom and freshen myself up a bit before heading to the top floor. Chew on a few mints, reapply lipstick, check for any body odor and get that taken care of.
I get onto the elevator and press 1218. The touch screen demands a pass code and I enter 466, then it proceeds all the way up. Once at the top, the elevator doors open directly into the penthouse. There you were sitting on the couch, slouched, legs ajar, tie loosen, top buttons undone, drink in your hand and one on the glass table in front of you.
"There she is," your voice was deep and salacious. Eyes low. You swirled your drink around in your glass and sized me up as I walked more into room.
"I made you a drink, old fashioned right? I smelled it downstairs at the bar."
I am not drinking that shit.
You chuckle, "It's not spiked sweetheart, relaxed."
Totally spiked, definitely not drinking it.
I look away from you and start looking around the room instead. It's very clean, I don't even see a suitcase, newspaper or anything. I set my purse down and take off coat. "This is a nice penthouse."
You stood up, took my coat and reached into the breast pocket of your jacket blazer. Out came a chrome clip containing $500. I look you in the eyes, smile and take the money.
"Straight to business. I like that", saying with a smirk on my face. As soon as I do, you flash your gold badge resting on your waist.
I'm such a fucking idiot.
I drop the clip and bolt towards the elevator. But you're faster than me and get to the elevator before I do. My heart rate is pounding and I start to panic.
"No, ha, you're not going anywhere," a dark smile took over your face.
"Come on, please. I'm not working, I just want to leave. I didn't do anything wrong", I pled.
"Like hell you didn't do anything wrong. You know prostitution is illegal in this state. But you're lucky I'm in a generous mood. Now, you don't want to go to the station, fine. But I paid you $500 and I intend to get what I paid for... Take your fucking clothes off, whore."
I cannot believe this. How is what he's doing even legal?? My eyes start to water. I close my eyes, surely this isn't happening, right?
"NOW!"