"Consequences" (closed)

[CutiePie1997]

"Consequences"

CLOSED​

Katherine walked up slowly to the little table on the veranda of the open air coffee shop. She gave the 30-something woman sitting there an opportunity to look up to her before saying, "Debbie … we should talk."

Katherine didn't wait for a reaction or an invitation before sitting in the chair opposite the attractive woman. She gestured to the roaming barista, asking for a tall house coffee.

"There are consequences to our actions, Debbie," Katherine said as she removed a stack of 5x8 photos from her purse and slid them across the table. "And we all must deal with those consequences in an appropriate manner."

The pics had been taken with an actual camera, not some smart phone. They were from a distance, using a telephoto lens. They were very high quality, with wonderful resolution and color. The first showed Debbie exiting her car as it sat somewhat cockeyed in the lane of a country road. The next few showed Debbie running around the end of the car, standing there in shock, turning to leave, then coming back, then turning to leave again, the panic obviously growing. The next showed her getting back into her car, sitting there a long moment, opening the door, then tossing what is clearly an alcohol bottle out the window toward the ditch. The next shots pan with the car, getting a clear view of its license plate. There are a couple panning down to again show the plastic Vodka bottle.

"I have the bottle, by the way," Katherine said. "An attorney friend of mine has it, along with copies of these pictures, an explanation of what they are, and what to do with all of them in the event that something tragic should happen to me."

Katherine looked to the pictures again. The last shots zoomed in one after another. There were pics of the bicycle, now bent and crushed, as well as of the boy who'd been riding it. In the first image of him, one might have thought he'd been killed in the collision. But subsequent shots showed him attempting to rise, then finally falling back to the ground … where he would lay for nearly two hours before he finally bled out and died.

"They didn't find him until almost midnight," Katherine said. "At dinner, his mother began to wonder. At dark, she began to panic. By ten, nearly every one in his little town of 550 was out looking for him. They say an 11 year old girl was the first to find her. Tragic. Can you imagine the nightmares she's having?"

The barista arrived with Katherine's coffee. She sat back in her chair, carefully sipped at the steaming hot liquid, and studied Debbie for her response.

 

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Caught, Confused and Scared

Debbie enjoying her coffee as she sits there and checks her phone. She sees a woman walk up to the table and ask to talk, oddly enough this woman knows her name. Debbie looks up, surprised but speechless as the woman sits down.
"Umm....aaa....yeah sure...who are you?" A defensive tone in Debbie's voice as her mind races as to who this bold woman is and why does she want to talk to me.

Hearing the phrase "there are consequences to our actions" immediately frightens Debbie and she knows it has something to do with hitting that boy with her car. Feeling her face flush and breaking into a nervous sweat as the woman goes on and produces detailed photos of the accident. Debbie stares at the photos and nervously stokes and twirls her long brown hair. She then looks up at the woman as she tries to figure out how she would know this, the country road was deserted and she was sure there were no witnesses.

Debbie realizes that this woman will now determine her fate and that most likely she will turn her in to the police. She is sure the prison time for manslaughter and leaving the child to die in the street. Her well paying financial career will be over, her life as she knows it will be over.

A tear streams from Debbie's eye as the woman goes on about how the boy suffered in the street all by himself and how devastating it was for his family and the entire town of 550 people. Knowing that her prison time may now be up to 10 years being this is such a high profile case and her reputation and everything about her will be ruined. People will never look at her the same way again.

Debbie watches as the woman seems very comfortable telling this to her. Debbie's mind racing as she tries to process everything, but first she has to attempt to find out who this woman is and what she wants. She takes a deep breath, "I don't know who you are but I need to find out what you want. Do you intend to turn me in to the police? Do you want money? I don't have that much money but I can pay you some and make payments. I mean are you blackmailing me? You have to tell me what your plan is and who you are and how you got such detailed photos of me?"

Debbie hears her own panic in her voice as she nervously fires back the questions she wants answered.

 

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Katherine watched in silence at the woman before her broke down. The barista caught Debbie's sob and looked there way. Katherine gave the woman a smile and a dismissive wave. "She's alright. Bad news at home is all."

"I don't know who you are but I need to find out what you want. Do you intend to turn me in to the police? Do you want money? I don't have that much money but I can pay you some and make payments. I mean are you blackmailing me? You have to tell me what your plan is and who you are and how you got such detailed photos of me?"

Katherine could have interrupted the woman and answered each question separately. But they were more easily answered together in one response. "The source of the photos is really irrelevant. As for the police … no … no police."

She donned a bit of a smirk, as if to imply Not a chance in hell in regards to turning Debbie into the authorities. In a quieter volume she said, "Blackmail is such a dirty word, don't you think...? Extortion … I've always found that to be a more … elegant word for what I do. How about we just don't put a label on it for now. How about I just tell you what I want from you, Debbie … as a consequence for your actions … and in return for my not turning these over to the police."

Katherine slid a disposable burner phone across the table. "My number is speed dial number 9. You keep this with you at all times, Debbie. I don't care whether you're in the shower or fucking your husband … Kenneth, is that right? You keep this phone within reach … and you answer when I call or text."

She stood up, turned, and simply walked away without concern for any reaction Debbie might have...

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Later that evening, the burner chimed the arrival of a text message:

777 Main Street, 9pm.
Make up and wardrobe for and art show.
Something that will also cause erections
amongst the menfolk. Do not be late.​

Katherine sat at the bar of the hotel lounge at that address at 8:45. Within 2 minutes she wished she hadn't arrived early. Two men had already sent her drinks and a third asked to sit with her. Even a barfly at the opposite end of the counter was making eyes at her.

She was a good looking woman. People very often said she was a virtual twin for a young Julianne Moore. Katherine was 2 inches taller, a cup size larger, and -- at just 44 -- almost a decade and a half younger, though. And for 44, or for any age for that matter, she was as her nephew had called her once, one hot looking mama.

She hadn't dressed as she was specifically to attract male attention here in the bar. Katherine had a destination in mind for her and Debbie, once the latter arrived. Her dress was mid-thigh in length, fit her still nice ass like a second skin, and had a plunging neckline that revealed the softly freckled skin of her chest almost to the tip of her sternum. The seamstress had called the color Mahogany Red, but Katherine thought it was more of a Burgundy Wine. Maybe that was simply because the latter was the drink she preferred. Four inch heels made her already athletic legs look so much longer and sexier.

 

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The First Order For Debbie

Debbie wipes away some tears and reaches for the burner phone and nods when the woman says to be available at all times. When the woman mentions Debbie's husband Kenneth, Debbie looks up at her in surprise, now knowing the woman has dug deeper into her life than just knowing about the accident. Debbie watches her leave and just stares into space, feeling lost and confused as she tries to process what just happened.

That evening Debbie heads home and tells Kenneth she isn't feeling well and she heads upstairs to bed. Laying there as her mind is spinning, tears wet her pillow as she wonders just how that woman intends to, in the woman's words "extort" her.

Debbie quickly sits up in bed when a text is received on the burner phone. She reads it and feels her face flush again. Thinking, erections, what the fuck does that mean? Does she want me to prance around some art show with a bunch of men around? Or more? Oh god I hope not more. Oh fuck, please let it just be looking sexy. Debbie replies, "I'll be there"

Debbie showers quickly and picks out a satiny blue button top and a black skirt with a gold chain belt draped in the front. Knowing she has to follow the instructions as the last thing she wants is to piss the woman off and be turned in to the police. She slips into her 3" black pumps and she is off. Then puts on her makeup. Underneath she is wearing her light blue bra matching light blue bikini panties. Hoping her bra and panties remain hidden for the night but knowing that it's possible that the woman demands that she fuck some man. That thought frightens her to no end and she can feel herself sweating nervously again. She has never cheated on Kenneth, but knows if ordered to she may have to in order to save her own life.

Debbie walks out of the bedroom and tells Kenneth that she has to go out and meet Jenny who is a co-worker. That she is feeling better and the co-worker is lonely. Kenneth looks confused but says to just text him a couple of times so he knows she is okay.

Debbie drives to the address given and parks her car. She sits in her car for a couple of minutes as she tries to compose herself. She checks the vanity mirror in her car and sees a worried face. Then she gets out and walks into the lounge. Men immediately turn their heads which isn't unusual for her, she 32 years old and 5'5" and 130 lbs with curly long brown hair but she straightens it most times, like now. Deep brown eyes and usually a wide smile, but in this case no smile at all, instead a face of stress. Her curves have always attracted attention, her breasts being 36d and her bubble butt don't go unnoticed to men.

Debbie ignores all the men and doesn't even notice any of them looking at her.
She makes a beeline to the woman at the bar. She sits down next to her and stares at the woman, hating that this woman now controls her and scared on how far she will use that control.

 

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Katherine caught sight of Debbie crossing the lounge from the street entrance. She looked the younger woman over, smiling just a bit. Her newest victim had defined cause erections perfectly. As Debbie sat on the stool beside her, Katherine gestured for the bartender to bring another Burgundy wine.

"No questions," Katherine said softly. "Just sit and relax."

The glass of wine arrived almost simultaneously as did two men. They were hoping to find the female halves of a double date. They were on the far side of Debbie from Katherine as the nearest man asked, "Would you ladies like to join us at our booth?"

Without hesitation, Katherine wrapped one arm around Debbie's back and reached the other high between her thighs. Her fingers clutched Debbie's thigh suggestively with one pressing against the crotch of her panties. She looked right into the questioning man's eyes and said, "Sorry, boys, but these pussies don't do dick."

The nearest man donned a shocked expression. The second only laughed in surprise. He pulled at his friend, telling him, "C'mon, we're wasting our time here."

It took a moment for the nearest man to be convinced. But he followed his friend away back to their booth. As he did, Katherine withdrew her hand, looked into Debbie's eyes, and reassured her, "Relax, if this was about getting naked with you I would have had you meet me upstairs. Drink your wine. You're going to need the liquid courage."

Katherine stood and snatched up her phone. "I have to make a call. Stay here."

She caught sight of the two men watching them again. The man who had a dubious expression on his face. Katherine leaned in again, took Debbie's face in her hands, and planted a firm kiss right upon her lips. When she pulled back a bit she said loud enough for the men to hear, "Be right back, lover."

Katherine went out into the hotel lobby to make her call, then returned a couple of minutes later. She tossed a twenty onto the counter, telling Debbie, "It's time to go."

Out front of the hotel, a black luxury car was waiting for them. The driver emerged on sight of Katherine and curled around to open the back passenger door. Katherine made the introductions, "Debbie, meet Roger. Roger, Debbie. Roger here provides me a service, just as you will Debbie. What service do you provide me, Roger?"

Without emotion, Roger pulled aside his jacket's left lapel. A holstered semi-automatic pistol was dangling there. Katherine urged Debbie into the car, then followed her inside. Roger got behind the wheel again and heading away, already knowing their destination.

"The Met is holding a gala, to which I have two invites," Katherine began explaining. "You'll recognize many of the attendees … the rich … the powerful … the infamous in some cases. There'll be people from the movies, television … even Netflix and Prime movies and series. Politicians and financiers."

They turned a corner, and as she showed Debbie an image on her smart phone Katherine continued, "I want you to ignore everyone but this man. He'll like you. You're just his type. And you'll like him, too … if you want to keep the pictures away from the police … and that poor boy's family."

Roger moved the car over a couple of lanes and up into the drop off area of the Metropolitan Museum. Katherine pointed to the hotel on the block kitty corner to the museum. "He has a room there. He always gets one for events like this 'cause some eager young thing is always ready, willing, and able to open her thighs to him. Before this night is through … I want him to invite you to his room.
I don't care what it takes. Offer him a blow job. You just get alone with him in that room. And keep your phone handy."

By now, Roger had already opened Debbie's door. Katherine handed her an invitation and gave her a shoo gesture. Smiling, she said, "Go. Have fun."

Katherine wouldn't go inside, not yet. She didn't want to be caught on camera with Debbie, and there were plenty of those catching images of the city's famous and infamous entering the gala. She would wait until Roger drove her to the corner and dropped her there.

Once inside, she'd keep an inconspicuous eye on Debbie.

 

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Carrying Out The Task Required

Debbie feels embarrassed and helpless in the lounge. She looks at the arrogant, bold and in your face woman as she blows off what appear to be two polite men. With the woman's hand on her thigh and then feeling one of her fingers against the crotch of her panties, Debbie tenses up more as the feelings of embarrassment and helplessness bother her. She has the urge to grab the woman's hand and push it off her, but she knows that would be foolish as the last thing she wants to do is piss off the woman who holds all the cards to her life.

Debbie sips her wine, but doesn't drink too much knowing she needs to be 100% aware of what is going on. Hoping the woman drinks a lot, then maybe she can get some questions answered, like for one the woman's name and secondly what is she intending to do to me?

When the woman plants a kiss on Debbie's lips it only adds to her embarrassment. Debbie looks at the two men and her face is apologetic as she then lowers her head.

On meeting Roger, Debbie and seeing his semi-automatic pistol Debbie realizes that she is in deeper than she originally thought. It appears that this woman is rich and obviously knows people that feel the need to carry guns which tells Debbie that it's possible she is into illegal things, well besides extortion.

The instructions Debbie hears scare her more as it's apparent that the woman wants her to be used as an escort to a particular man. Thinking, okay maybe I can do this, but no sex. Debbie looks at the woman and nods. But the instructions continue and a blow job in his room is required. Debbie nods again, figuring okay, it's gonna be demeaning and horrible but I suppose this is a small price to pay for killing that boy.

Told to walk in by herself, she nervously does as she immediately spots the man at the bar with a drink in his hand and he is talking to another man. Knowing he seemed somewhat familiar when she saw the picture of him but now she knows who he is, he is a major hedge fund investor who has tens of billions invested in oil and gas companies. Mr Tangretti is in his mid 50's, maybe 6 foot tall and definitely looks like he keeps in shape. His hair is salt and pepper and his eyes bright blue. He is one of those men who seem to have everything. Debbie thinking if I was forced to have to suck a man, which I am, I suppose I would pick Mr Tangretti.

Since Debbie is a research analyst in the same field she has actually met him before. Remembering how honored she was to meet him. It was at an oil and gas convention in Houston and he gave a presentation. After the presentation Debbie went up to him and they spoke for a few minutes. He had even offered her a job but she didn't want to move to Houston as her husband Kenneth has a really good job in NYC. Now he and his company are being investigated for insider trading, but I'm sure knowing him and the billions he has that he will find a way around that.

As Debbie approaches him with the thought that this is going to be a bit easier, well all except the fact that she has to give him a humiliating blow job.

Stepping between the men, and trying to show as much confidence as possible, she gives him her wide smile, "Excuse me but Mr Tangretti, not sure if you remember me I'm Debbie Vals, I was at your presentation in Houston a couple of years ago. I was so impressed and you taught me so much. I mean I think that was the best presentation I'm ever been to. And that job offer, I probably should have taken it, but being born and raised in NYC and well moving to Houston would have been difficult for me."

Debbie puts her hand around Mr Tangretti's forearm and continues, "Anyway, sorry for being rude, I shouldn't have interrupted you two. I apologize to both of you" Debbie smiles and tilts her head trying to use a bit of sex appeal and hoping Mr Tangretti offers to keep her around."

 

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Marcus Tangretti was actually quite thankful that his conversation was interrupted by the woman. The other man had been enticing Marcus with a business opportunity in which he had no interest. But he wasn't the type to burn bridges. He'd become the man he was through an extensive network of contacts. Today, this other man was annoying. But tomorrow, he might be the lynch pin in a multi-million or even -billion dollar business deal.

"Call my office Monday and my PA will set up a coffee, Richard," he told the other man. He turned away from Richard without even waiting for a response. His eyes were already and conspicuously taking a walk up and down Debbie's delicious form. He offered his hand out to the flirting woman. "I remember you, Debbie. Any man would."

Marcus engaged her in some idle chit chat about her current job and her happiness in it. He told her the Houston job was always open for her if she ever did decide to make the move. He asked her about her husband, too. Not to do so would have seemed impolite. Marcus didn't give a rat's ass about Debbie's husband, of course. He didn't give a rat's ass about her marriage. All he cared about was knowing whether she would cheat on the first and endanger her second to possibly land an incredible job.

"The base salary has gone up quite a bit since I offered it to you the last time, though, and there have been some bonuses added … upper five figure, lower six range, if I recall," he informed her. In truth, nothing about the job's compensation had changed. But since he hadn't originally told her what the position paid, he could claim anything he wanted in an attempt to land her in both the job and his bed. He added in a lower volume with a suggestive tone, "We should find a quiet place to talk about it. I, um … I have a room across the street. Care to take a walk with me?"

 

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The Hotel

Debbie smiles when Marcus Tangretti basically blows off the man he was talking to. The small talk that follows reinforces her belief that this is going exactly to plan. Despite the end result which is her having to suck his cock, the positive side is that if she succeeds she will avoid having her entire life ruined. It's a no brainer decision for Debbie.

When Marcus throws the job offer out there Debbie is tempted since it can be low six figures and bonuses. Plus Marcus seems so nice and respectful and yet so powerful, which definitely attracts her. The thought of leaving for Houston is in her head, then she realizes, oh god that is crazy, I'm married and also with this extortion hanging over my head right now I can't do much of anything.

When Marcus offers to go to his hotel room to discuss the job offer Debbie gives him a wide smile and looks into his eyes, "Mr Tangretti I would like that very much".

Debbie walks across the street with Marcus and into the hotel. She feels like they are really clicking. He seems so nice and despite knowing she will be on her knees within an hour or so, she is attracted to him, so it shouldn't be horrible. At least that is what she has to keep telling herself.

The hotel suite he has in amazing, Debbie looks around and everything is totally top of the line. The bedroom is separate and closed off with double doors and there is a really large living area and kitchen. The bathroom is the size of Debbie's bedroom, it's all a bit much but she figures she might as well enjoy this.

When offered a drink from the minibar, well this is much more than your ordinary mini bar as it's huge, "Sure Mr Tangretti I will have a white wine." Debbie is not much of a drinker but wants to be social, but also wanting to keep her full wits about her. She watches as he pours the wine and then pours himself a Scotch straight up.

Mr Tangretti excuses himself to go to the bathroom, as he does Debbie sits on the couch and thinks, what if that woman is framing Mr Tangretti and is intending to extort him too using me to do it? Can that be possible? Do they have this room bugged with cameras? If that is true then I will be videoed sucking him. That could ruin me even more. But that woman's people have guns and I'm thinking they won't hesitate to use them. Maybe I should tell Mr Tangretti I'm being extorted and maybe he can help me. No I can't, that would be dumb, first he would not trust me again and second he would probably kick me out of his room and maybe call the police on me.

Debbie decides to shut up, follow the woman's instructions and suck his cock and then see what the next step is.

Mr Tangretti comes out of the bathroom and sits down on the couch next to her. She turns to him and says, "I know I'm being forward but I just want to say that I really admire what you do. You are a strong and powerful man and well I kinda like that a lot. I would like to consider the job offer, I'm hoping I would be working side by side with you because that would be the only reason I would take the job. I would like growing with your company." Debbie reaches down and touches Mr Tangretti's upper thigh as she looks at him directly in his eyes.

 

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Marcus smiled a bit at Debbie's comment about growing with your company. He had already started growing down below his belt line at having her here in his hotel room. When she reached down and laid an hand on his thigh, Marcus didn't hesitate to reach a hand up to the base of the woman's skull and pull their faces together for a passionate kiss. He set his drink on the coffee table and reached a hand up her skirt. He wasted no time in slipping fingers past Debbie's panties. A bit of probing about her soft folds … and he was pushing three fingers into her hole without concern for whether it was uncomfortable -- even painful -- or whether or not she even wanted him to do so.

 

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Sexual Orders Followed

Debbie feels Marcus Tangretti's hand behind her head and aggressively pushing her head forward. They lock in an intense kiss but as they do Debbie feels Marcus' other hand going under her skirt and quickly into the side of her panties. Feeling herself tensing up as his fingers probe and spread her lips. Her mind racing as according to the woman's orders she does not have to nor does she want to fuck him, she has just been ordered to give him a blow job. Never thinking he would be this aggressive.

Knowing she needs to take control of the situation, she reaches down and grabs his hand and gently pulls it out from inside her panties and under her skirt. She places it on his lap and looks at Marcus and smiles says, "Mr Tangretti, please let me do something special for you". Not giving him a chance to respond, Debbie slides off the couch and onto her knees. She quickly reaches in and unbuckles his belt and then his pants button and pulls down his zipper. She then lowers his underwear as his hard cock stares at up at her face.

She cups his cock, like she is worshiping it as she sees Marcus lean back on the couch. Debbie knows she needs to do this right as she can just imagine that woman assigning her to do it again if she doesn't. Debbie leans forward and licks the tip of his cock and watches it throb. Then again, but this time long lick and her tongue licking all the way down to the base of his cock. Then slowly back up. She stares at his saliva coated cock and then puts her mouth on the tip, slowly riding it down to the base, then slowly back up. Her tongue coating his cock further as her up and back down motions continue and she picks up her pace.

Her pace quiet rapid now as she feels his cock throb more as he moans. Knowing he is close to cumming, and no way does she want to swallow his cum. Her plan being that as soon as he cums she will lift her head off his cock and cup his cock with her hands so he can cum in her hands.

Debbie looks up to see Marcus grimace, his hips jut out towards her and his cock throbs, she begins to back her mouth off his cock but then feels his hands roughly grip her hair and steer her back onto his cock as she hears him mumble, "Milk me and swallow it all bitch" Hating that he is treating her like this but she has no choice at this point as she is unable to move her head. He begins cumming, the first spurt hitting the roof of her mouth and then a few more continuous shots of thick cum coating her entire mouth. Debbie has the choice of letting some of it drool out the side of her mouth and unto his lap or swallow. Avoiding wanting to be disgusting and possibly ruin the assignment she gulps and swallows, over and over as she forces his thick globs of cum down her throat and into her belly.

Feeling him gripping her hair and holding her head over his cock even after he finishes. Then he eases his the grip some, but still maintains hold of her hair as he grumbles, "Lick my cock clean bitch". Hating it but Debbie does just that, licking it and swallowing the remnants of his cum. Her feeling so low and disgusting as she licks it clean. The guilt of doing this while her husband is home makes her feel even worse. Knowing she is no more than the bitch Marcus called her.

She finishes licking him and looks up as Marcus releases her hair. It's a totally awkward situation as Marcus remaining slouched on the couch, his cock softening with Debbie standing over him. Her face flushed as she stands there ashamed and speechless.

 

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No sooner does Debbie stand then her phone begins to ring. Marcus opens his eyes to look at his new corporate whore, then at the little purse on the coffee table. He closes his eyes and says with disinterest, "Go ahead. Just don't be long. We aren't done yet."

He pulls his underwear and slacks up to his waste as one, stands, and with an obvious tone of dominance tells Debbie, "Meet me in the bedroom when you're done talking to your husband."

But the call isn't from Kenneth. The voice at the other end is Katherine. "Leave. Now!"

 

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The Phone Call

Debbie stands in front of him feeling totally awkward and disgustingly slutty with the taste of his cum in her mouth. She tries to process what just happened, why did he treat her like a lowly whore by ordering her to clean his cock and calling her a bitch? She stares at Marcus, feeling frozen as he is slouched on the couch with his pants undone and his softening cock hanging there. Luckily her phone rings and it breaks the awkwardness.

With him giving Debbie permission to get the phone, she turns and reaches inside her purse hoping it's not Kenneth calling. Watching Marcus as he go into the bedroom as he promises this is not over.

"Hello?" Thankfully it's the woman, who's name i still don't even know, "Um okay I will leave right away, I will sneak out now, I will be in the lobby in 2 or 3 minutes"

Debbie not even sure she is supposed to meet the woman, but if she isn't there Debbie intends to make a beeline to her house. Hoping that this is all over and she can live her life normally again.

 

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Katherine wasn't in the lobby when Debbie arrived. But Roger was out front with the car. He opened the rear passenger side door and, without a word, waited for her to sit. He would drive her to her home without needed to speak to her. If she had questions, he would have no answers. At the house, he would again open the door and simply say with a polite smile, "Katherine will be in touch."

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Eight days later:

It was all over the news: THF, Marcus Tangretti's hedge fund, had backed out of a multi-billion dollar deal with a Chinese conglomerate. The pundits were simply going wild about it on radio, television, and the internet. The deal had been in the works for almost 6 years; suspicions abounded that the Federal Trade Commission okayed it only because Marcus and his cronies had spread more than $1 million in bribes and campaign contributions; and the profit to Marcus was supposed to be in the $2 to 3 billion dollar range.

While THF and the Chinese had lost out due to Marcus's sudden reversal, not everyone was going home crying. Three other American firms were now bidding on what THF had abandoned. These companies had stronger ties with organized labor, which meant workers were going to more money and better benefits. Plus, all the profit would stay in the US. And two of the top bidding companies were promising new jobs in high unemployment areas.

"The American People are the true winners of THF's rejection of this deal," one tweet said. Because it was a tweet by the President of the United States of America, people tended to listen to it and all the major networks reported on it.

Marcus had no comment for the press. But rumors abounded that he was being extorted. Marcus had a sordid past; that was no secret. But if he was being blackmailed into dropping a deal this big, it had to be something huge.


The next day:

"Sign here, please," the messenger asked Debbie. He offered out an electronic signature board and a stylus, got her signature, and handed her a small package. As he hurried off to his next delivery, he called back, "Have a nice day, ma'am."

When Debbie opened the package she would find another disposable burner phone, and $5,000 in new $100 bills, still in the bank note strap. There was a note as well:

Granger Hotel, rm 442, 3pm.
Dress like a street whore. Seriously.
Inject the neck after intercourse. NOT before.
And please, do not hide it under the pillow.
Too much chance of it being discovered.
When he's out, speed dial 1. Then wait.​

In the box was one more item: a capped syringe filled with a clear liquid.

 

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The Grungy Hotel

As the days go by and Debbie doesn't hear from Katherine she gets her hopes up that she did what she was ordered to and she will now be left alone. Her assumption is that Marcus Tangretti was framed and that maybe he is being extorted now which would be much more worthwhile to Katherine and any criminals she is associated with. So maybe she is off the hook. On day eight her thought is basically confirmed on the news and Debbie smiles knowing that is probably exactly what happened to Marcus. His deal has fallen apart and it's due to the night she was with him. She is off the hook and it's why Katherine hasn't contacted her.

As Debbie thinks more about it she realizes that leaves over the possibility of her being publicly exposed in this. However chances are that Marcus will want to hide what happened and he will end up paying the extortion now which would most likely be millions.

When the President of the United States tweets about Tangretti's collapsed deal and how it will create more jobs in the US, Debbie's mouth opens wide as she gasps. Thinking, oh god, this is big and it's all due to to her. Debbie actually feels like her actions created thousands of jobs in the US and for the first time doesn't feel as dirty and disgusting for what she did.

Debbie signs for a package and thinks it's odd cause she hasn't ordered anything.
But the $5,000 in $100 bills and the burner phone says it all. She puts her head down and realizes this is not over. She grabs the note and this time it's much worse than last time and she has to get fucked and then inject the man. She blurts out, "Oh fuck no, shit. Please no" She puts her hands in her face and cries.

After an hour of processing this, she decides to go ahead and do this. But what's in the needle? She's never even injected anyone before. This could be murder and she could be framed for it. She knows if caught she will go to prison for life, instead of the 10 years for killing the boy. But Debbie makes the decision to take the chance.

At 3 PM she heads out to the Granger Hotel with the needle in her purse. Dressed in white very short jean shorts and a tight lavender tank top that doesn't quite reach her the waist of her shorts. Black 3" sandals. Underneath a white thong and no bra which causes she never does as she is a 36d. Knowing her nipples are poking a bit out of her tank top. Feeling like a total slut as she is glad none of her neighbors saw her get in her car like this. She parks and heads to room 442.

A handsome man answers the door, he is about 40 with dark hair and trimmed beard. Probably 5'10 and looking very fit. His blue eyes pierce out at her. His casual clothes are expensive as are his shoes. Debbie nervously says, "Hello Sir" as he shows her inside. The hotel is a dump, the room smells and is dirty and yet this man apparently takes care of himself and most likely has money. Knowing if he didn't have money Katherine would probably not be bothering, as her game is obviously extorting these rich men. But why is this man here?

Debbie watches as he puts $300 on the lamp table and orders Debbie to strip. It becomes apparent to Debbie that he has a thing for street prostitutes. Debbie obeys his order and first removes her tank top as her breasts are in full view now. She moves her hips some as she tries to obey his orders. She slips out of her sandals and then wiggles out of her tight white shorts and steps out of them as she kicks it on top of her lavender. Now just wearing her white thong she wiggles some more and turns for him a couple of times as he just stares silently.

Debbie standing there wiggling in just her white thong makes her feel totally awkward. But worse, she needs to hide the fact that she is nearly in a panic. hating that she will have to fuck him and then inject him, hopefully it's just to put him to sleep. She glances over at her purse which is on top of the beat up dresser and she knows she will have to get it right after they finish having sex.

Debbie tries to act sexy as she wiggles and touches her thighs and then her breasts as she waits for him to tell her to remove her thong.

 

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This time around, the man to whom Katherine had sent Debbie was no one for whom she would have memory. His name was Cooper Howard, and he was head of security for a diamond exchange in Boston. Twice a month, Cooper came to New York City on business. Debbie would never know this, but behind the vent in the wall was a small felt bag with almost $60 million dollars worth of uncut, untraceable, and very illegal blood diamonds.

Cooper watched the whore's very genuine appearing strip tease. Debbie pulled it off perfectly, her John never for a moment thinking she wasn't a true professional. When she was down to her thong, Cooper moved forward and gave her a bit of a push backwards. She sat on the edge of the bed, and in very short order Cooper had his slacks down around his ankles.

"Suck this," he said about his nearly fully hardened, slightly larger than average cock.

He stepped up closer, pushing between Debbie's knees. He grasped her head in one hand and his head in the other and essentially forced it into her mouth. Without hesitation, he began fucking her head energetically. She gagged several times, but Cooper didn't miss a beat, continuing onward without concern. It wasn't long before he pulled out and, with a deep moan, bathed Debbie's face, neck, tits, and belly with an amazingly large amount of cum. She couldn't know it, of course, but Cooper only ever had sex with the Big Apple whores he hired on his trips here.

"Don't … clean up..." he managed between deep breaths of euphoria. His eyes were closed as the ecstasy rushed all about within him. When he finally opened them again, he looked to the wads of his ejaculate, sticking to or slowly dripping down Debbie's flesh. "Don't clean up … I like … to look at it … look at it … cover you … you fucking … filthy … whore."

Suddenly, Cooper leaned down and grasped Debbie's legs. With great strength, he lifted her and tossed her into the middle of the bed. He stepped out of his shoes, his pants, his boxers … then moved up to between Debbie's thighs. Pushing her knees out so far that she squealed in pain, Cooper put his cock at her entrance and shoved half of his length inside of her with one penetration. He pulled out a bit, then rammed again. By the third thrust he was fully inside her.

He would ram … ram … ram … and ram her again and again, ignoring any response from her. As he fuck her slow but hard, he shifted his weight to one locked arm and toyed his fingers within his jizz all over Debbie's face. He murmured in various ways that she was just a fucking filthy whore, liked it this way, and other demeaning things. Soon enough, he pulled from Debbie's pussy, grasped his cock, jerked it fiercely, and grunted out loudly again as he shot yet another series of cum volleys onto Debbie's body.

When he was finally done, he collapsed to the bed next to her, face down. His lower half was atop Debbie's right leg. After a moment, he murmured, "I need water. Get me water."

He pulled his body from atop Debbie and just lay there … face down and away.

 

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Strip, Cum, Inject, Panic

With the way this man treats Debbie she begins to hate this man. Being humiliatingly face fucked and worse him cumming all over her face, breasts and belly and having to remain with cum on her face and body as he spews out a barrage of nasty names at her. Debbie feeling totally disgusting as she knows she has reached a horrible low point in her life. Like the man said and as she now begins to think, maybe she truly is nothing but a dirty whore.

He roughly handles her so she is on her back on the bed, knowing she is about to get fucked now as he strips naked. Looking up at him Debbie watches him as he spreads her knees wide, Debbie grimacing in pain, but he obviously doesn't care as he grabs her thong at her crotch and roughly pulls it to the side, exposing her cunt to him. Oddly enough she is slightly damp which makes her feel even more guilty, but at least it's less painful as he forces his cock into her. Debbie groans a bit as he pushes deeper and methodically begins to fuck her. Her groan not from anything physical, it's completely mental, Debbie hating herself for doing this.

She knows he is about to cum again as he groans and tenses up, he pulls out and another dose of his thick cum lands across her body, spattering on her breasts down to her soaking her now stretched thong. That combined with the cum already on her face makes her feel totally worthless.

Emotions begin to overwhelm her and she feels like crying but that is the last thing the man needs to see. She takes a series of deep breaths to calm down as she lays there cum coating her body as the man collapses on the bed right next to her.

When he orders her to get him water, Debbie knows this is her opportunity to inject him. Not feeling as bad now as this man is cruel and sadistic and maybe this is what he deserves. But still, she could very well be killing him as she has no idea what is in the injection.

Debbie gets off the bed, his cum slowly seeping down her body and the rest of it beginning to dry to a thick stickiness. But that is the least of her stresses. She goes to her purse, pulls out the needle and walks back to the bed as she holds the needle behind her. The man doesn't move, maybe he dozed off. She takes a deep breath and quickly sticks his neck and injects the substance into his bloodstream. The man grunts and turns his head, but obviously cannot move.

Debbie immediately goes into her purse and texts Katherine. "It's done, now what? Please hurry, I'm still in the room"

Panic is setting in as Debbie gets dressed, grabbing her lavender top and without thinking puts it on, then remembering that there is cum all over her body. His cum now seeping through and clearly showing large spots on the outside of her top. By putting her top on her face is now smeared with cum as well. She runs to the bathroom and quickly washes the cum off her face. She puts her shorts over her cum coated thong and then slips into her sandals. She runs back to her phone to check the text message.

 

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Debbie immediately goes into her purse and texts Katherine. "It's done, now what? Please hurry, I'm still in the room."

As Debbie finishes dressing, there is a knock at the door. When she opens it, two men immediately enter; one of them is Roger. As the other man is ensuring that Cooper is unconscious, Roger tells Debbie softly, "Relax. You're safe. Everything's under control. That's Peter, by the way."

As Debbie turns to look at the second man, she finds him undressing. Roger tells Debbie, "I need you to take your clothes off."

He explains that they aren't done yet and urges her back out of her clothes. "Trust me. Nothing bad is going to happen."

Of course, the bad had already happened. Debbie had been fucked -- mouth and pussy -- and spewed upon by the now passed out man. But Roger again reassured her that not only was she safe with him but that, honestly, she didn't have much of a chance.

"Help me," the now naked Peter told Roger. They pulled the man down the bed until his belly was against the edge and his knees were on the floor. Roger directed Debbie to lay on her back, knees apart. They put the man's face in her crotch, as if he was eating her out. "You need to appear as if you are enjoying this, Debbie."

And then the pictures of the threesome began. Roger stood a couple of feet away, sometimes farther, snapping images with a digital camera. He reassured Debbie that her face would be pixeled out. Peter positioned Cooper's body and sometimes Debbie's legs. It was kind of amazing, actually; Cooper was like a rag doll and yet Roger managed to position him such that he didn't flop to the floor. Then, they moved Debbie farther up the bed and laid Cooper atop her as if he was inside her, though he actually wasn't. And that was when Peter forced his lubricated cock into Cooper's ass.

"Kiss him, Debbie," Roger directed from behind the camera. "We need to hide his unconsciousness. Do what you need to make him look still active."

Roger's camera clicked repeatedly, dozens, eventually hundreds of times during the awkward threesome. They switched positions often: at one point, Cooper was on his back with Debbie sitting on his face and Peter holding the other man's knees up as he once again fucked their victim; another time Peter sat on the edge up the bed with his cock shoved into Cooper's mouth, ask Debbie pretended to be groping Cooper's cock from behind but was actually holding the man to keep him from slumping to the floor.

"We've got what we need," Roger said eventually. He looked to Debbie with a bit of a satisfied smile and told her, "You can get dressed now. I'll take you home."

As Peter dressed, too, Roger went to the vent and took off the cover. He pulled out the felt bag, untied its string, opened it, and showed its contents to Debbie. He smiled, telling her, "Conflict diamonds. This country ended slavery in the mid-19th century, but in Africa … well, it's still going on today in a sense … for these. You did good work here today, Debbie. Katherine will be proud of you."

He spoke to her as if she'd closed a financial deal at work, not let a stranger fuck her before she and a second man fucked the first man's unconscious body. Roger repeated to her, "C'mon, I'll take you home."

He asked for her keys and told her that Peter would get her car home for her. When they got to the corner just short of Debbie's house, Roger stopped, got out, and came around to sit in the back seat next to Debbie. He told her, "I've been where you are now, Debbie. You feel trapped … because you are. You feel like you're being used … because you are. You feel like you have no choice … because you don't. But … you can get through this..."

Roger took a deep, relaxing breath, and released it before continuing, "...by forgetting all of it after it's over. Just … let it go. Go home to your husband … give him a kiss and a hug … and just forget all you have done tonight. I know, it sounds ridiculous. But it's true. When I get home tonight, I'm going to crack open a beer, watched the game I DVR'd, and slip into bed next to my wife … knowing that what I did here tonight was done for a good reason."

He reached over to grasp and squeeze Debbie's hand. "You can do this."

If she had nothing she needed to discuss with him, Roger would help her out and tell her good night. She was less than a block from her door, and by now Peter would be parking Debbie's car in the driveway and heading for his own, which was parked around the corner. If she had questions, Roger was here for her.

 

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The Hotel Aftermath

The entire thing is a nightmare and Debbie feels like she is dazed and lost. Having to remove her clothes again and watch Peter do the same and then do a series of sexual poses with an unconscious man as Peter rapes that man's ass. With them laying the man's head between Debbie's opened legs and having to put her head back and pretend she is enjoying it, and the fucking poses, it's all so surreal.

The only good thing out of this is that Roger has reassured her that she is safe, he sincerely seems to want to comfort her. Not sure how much power Roger has in this operation with Katherine and others but if he has some degree of power she needs to lean on him if she has too. She also believes Roger when he tells her that her face will be blocked out using pixels. That being a huge relieve to her.

When they are finished sexually framing the man Debbie puts her cum stained clothes back on. It serving as a reminder of what happened earlier and how the man degraded her by ordering her to leave his cum all over her face and body to dry.

Just before they leave Debbie watches Roger open a vent and show Debbie a huge amount of illegally mined diamonds in a bag. Knowing it has to be billions of dollars worth as some of them are huge. Between this and the Mr Marcus Tangretti incident these people are obviously framing others to extort them. But the people they are framing seem to be evil and that at least helps her feel slightly better. But certainly doesn't take away the fact that Debbie is feeling totally disgusting and like she has hit bottom.

Roger stops the car a block from her house and sits with Debbie all teary eyes and in the back seat. He explains how he has been where she was and how he knows that she feels trapped, but he also offers a huge amount of encouragement to Debbie as he grasps her hand in a confident way.

Debbie wipes her tears and looks at Roger for along time, then asks him, "Roger, please tell me when this will stop, I mean how much more will I do things like this? I mean I'm not a bad person, I just made a mistake, a very bad one. But still I don't deserve to be turned into a disgusting whore and have my life totally ruined."

Debbie sniffs her tears back and continues, "Roger how were you in a similar situation as me and how do you know it will be okay? And Roger, I know this may sound odd, um but I just wanna say thank you for being there to help me, despite everything that I have been through I appreciate you caring for me and trying to comfort me."

 

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"Roger, please tell me when this will stop, I mean how much more will I do things like this?"

"It will," he responded, grasping and reassuringly squeezing Debbie's hand. "It will, I promise you."

"I mean I'm not a bad person, I just made a mistake, a very bad one. But still I don't deserve to be turned into a disgusting whore and have my life totally ruined."

"You're not a whore, Debbie," he countered. "You aren't doing this by choice. If you were, then … maybe then you would have a reason to feel this way. But Debbie … I know it's easy for me to say this because I'm not the one … you know … doing as you've been doing. But Debbie, you can't think of it as … well, you have to think of it as just … work … not sex. Many people use their body to do their work and they aren't whores. Professional athletes … lingerie models … strippers..."

Roger went silent, realizing that maybe this wasn't helping. Strippers … really? But, taking one's clothes off to tantalize men isn't the same things as fucking them, so...

"Roger how were you in a similar situation as me and how do you know it will be okay?"

Roger diverted his eyes, looking to the floor of the back seat for a moment. He'd only spoken of the reason for his service to Katherine with a handful of people in the past. It was private to him. How did Roger speak about the rape of his two teenage sisters; about the six college frat boys who'd done it and yet escaped charges; about how Katherine's men had kidnapped, bound, and beaten to death five of the six; or about how he himself had castrated the last of the men and watched him slowly bleed out.

Roger didn't work for Katherine because she'd caught him doing wrong; he worked for her because he'd asked her to do wrong … very wrong.

"I know this may sound odd, um but I just wanna say thank you for being there to help me, despite everything that I have been through I appreciate you caring for me and trying to comfort me."

Roger pulled Debbie into his arms and held her in a tight, comforting hug until he felt she was ready for it to end. He looked her in the face and said, "You will get through this. Katherine will let you go once she feels you have done enough. You won't be doing this forever, I assure you."

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It would be almost two months before a delivery man showed up at Debbie's home with another unexpected box. Inside was another burner phone to replace the one Roger had confiscated, another bundle of hundred dollar bills still in their bank wrapper, and a counterfeit congratulations letter for having won the "Pick Four" lottery ticket's second prize of $5,000. Almost immediately after opening the box, the phone chimed with an incoming text:

The Roosevelt Hotel, 7pm, Friday.
You have a dinner reservation in your name.
Bring your husband. Dress nice, not slutty.
Tell him you just feel like spending some of
your winnings on a nice night of food and champagne.
Show him the letter if he asks questions.​

 

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Debbie and Kenneth Involved

Roger's answers helped Debbie and explained a lot of things. She actually felt sympathetic towards him and what happened to his daughters and the aftermath of that for those six frat boys. Debbie felt like she now had a friend to help her get through this and knowing that these assignments will end was comforting to her.

Debbie's life was normal for the next two months, at least to most people around her, but she was a wreck. Every day checking the mail and packages that arrived made her shake with fear. The thoughts of what will Katherine have her do next were always on her mind. Kenneth noticed that she wasn't the same either, their sex life had deteriorated and Debbie just seemed more distant. When Kenneth asked questions Debbie refused to talk about it. Their marriage was slowly crumbling.

The package arrived as Debbie knew it would, thinking maybe it's better to just get done what Katherine wants her to and hopefully be done with all this soon. The only positive was the money Katherine sent to her, knowing she didn't have to do that. It told her that Katherine wasn't completely the horrible person she thought she was as she didn't have to send money.

The huge negative to the instructions was involving Kenneth in this. Their marriage was strained enough and involving him would probably increase that.

Later that day Debbie explained to Kenneth about he winning $5,000. Kenneth thought it was odd because Debbie never played the lottery, but Debbie managed to convince him that she had the urge to play it for the first time ever. Kenneth accepted that and he just liked the idea of a date night and enjoying the lottery winnings with her. He looked at this as a step to saving their marriage.

They arrive at the Roosevelt Hotel at 7 PM with Debbie wearing a gray button top and black dress pants, 3" black pumps and underneath a gray lace bra and gray panties. Roger wearing a blue striped collared shirt and beige dress pants with brown shoes. They walk into the lobby. Kenneth happy as he could be as he held Debbie's hand. Debbie frightened and having no idea what to expect but knowing this can't be good. She feels herself breaking into a nervous sweat as they go through the hotel lobby.

 

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Kenneth was very much enjoying the evening out with his wife. Debbie was still her nervous little self. Something had been bothering her for weeks now, something about which she didn't want to speak. Job stress, she'd called it. He knew better. She'd always been so confident and so capable in her occupation, and he'd never seen her this way.

He'd been trying to figure it out on his own, looking for something in her life that might have led to such a sudden shift in her personality. But there hadn't been anything about which he was aware. There was that little fender bender she'd had back in … oh hell, Kenneth couldn't even remember when, it had been that long ago. It had been his wife's first ever auto accident, and he had seen a change in her then, behind the wheel and otherwise. But, no … this new behavior of hers had started quite some time after that. It had to be something different.

Their Server opened their bottle of champagne, took their orders, and brought their salads. The two of them made some idle chit chat about work and the home front. Debbie seemed to lighten up at times, then suddenly tense up again. Kenneth couldn't figure it out. He asked her a couple of times if everything was okay. He always got the same response.

There was a bit of excitement from a nearby booth. The man and woman there had begun arguing in low, incomprehensible voices about some incident in their life. Kenneth had a clear line of sight into the booth, but his wife did not. However, Debbie seemed to react to the argument … or … perhaps the voices...? She turned at one point to get a look at the couple, then turned back to her own table. She looked white as a ghost.

Kenneth wanted to ask if Debbie knew them. He couldn't know, of course, that his wife was all too familiar with the man named Roger and the woman named Katherine. A moment later, the woman stood and stormed out of the restaurant. The man started to follow, but he came to a stop very near to Kenneth and Debbie's table, just shaking his head in frustration.

"Our 10th anniversary," Roger told Kenneth when he realized that the latter was looking up at him with a sympathetic expression. "I made the mistake of getting her a … gift I thought she would enjoy. She didn't. Or, at least, she won't."

Roger looked to the door, then to Kenneth, then to Debbie to whom he smiled and said a simple, "Hello."

He looked between the two of them, then fished a hotel key card out of his pocket and set it on their table. "I got a room for my wife and I … part of the gift … but, obviously, that ain't going to happen. I hate to see it go to waste, so … why don't you two take it. You look like a nice couple."

Kenneth's face lit up with joy. He asked, "Are you sure?"

"I am," Roger said, shaking Kenneth's offered hand. "Room 1212. There's a bottle of nice champagne there … and the gift I got my wife. Maybe the two of you will enjoy it more than my wife would have."

Roger smiled to Debbie again, then to Kenneth, then turned to drop a hundred dollar bill on his table before heading for the lounge. Kenneth looked to his wife with a wide smile. He asked with a suggestive whisper, "Wanna go upstairs after dinner and make a mess of the sheets...? You won't have to make the bed or do laundry afterwards."

He laughed at his insinuation that a night of badly needed sexual release might leave a wet spot to two.

 

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The "Free" Room

The frightened look on Debbie's face worries Kenneth as Roger explains about his situation and about the room, Debbie just stares blankly at Roger and then back at Kenneth. Stunned this is happening as Debbie's knows her objective is to protect Kenneth from figuring anything out.

A million things spinning through Debbie's head as she wonders what kind of game Katherine and Roger are playing with her. Is it truly a room for free, maybe as a reward for putting her through hell. Maybe Katherine and Roger feel bad for what they have done to her, Roger did seem sincere in the car when he tried to comfort her. Or is it a setup whereby the shit hits the fan when she walks into that room and god knows what she will see. A naked man? a dead body? Mr Tangretti? Cooper? Or maybe someone about to murder her and Kenneth to destroy all connections to what has happened?

When Kenneth asks Debbie if she wants to take advantage of a free room and a bottle of champagne, Debbie stutters..."Um....Kenneth...I..aaa....well...um no....I don't think so"

Kenneth continues pressing her, "Debbie it will be something we will remember forever, I just know it. We have to take advantage of this. I mean a total stranger is offering us a free luxury room and champagne too, you will regret not saying yes to that. Besides you need to de-stress and I will do that for you" Kenneth stares into her eyes and smiles."

Debbie looks at Kenneth as she continues to process this, "I seriously don't know, I don't get a good feeling Kenneth."

"Oh c'mon Debbie, live a little, do it for me, please?"

As Debbie thinks about it some more though dinner, the thought that Roger and Katherine staged this thing and that this is a gift becomes clearer to her. After all they have been generous, despite them extorting her and humiliating her to no end. "Okay Kenneth lets do it" Debbie reaches out and touches Kenneth's hand.

As they head upstairs towards the room, Debbie is sweating even more now, Kenneth says, "Ease up Debbie, it's okay, in fact it's gonna be great, we so need this and besides, remember what I said before, no laundry to do. And the way we both make a mess, well that is a huge plus". Kenneth laughs and Debbie smiles just a bit, her first smile of the night.

Kenneth opens the door to the room and they step inside.....

 

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(OOC: Keep in mind that it is night time, despite the fact that the image below is a daylight image.)

Kenneth stepped into the hotel room. As Debbie began to pass by him, he took her gently by the arm as he closed the door. Pressing up to her, he kissed her softly, then more passionately. He said in barely more than a whisper, "I know you've been going through something, Deb. And I'm sorry I haven't been able to help you through it. Maybe tonight … maybe you can … we can … just forget about the outside world for one night … and remember that we love each other madly."

He reached an arm around Debbie's waist, pulled her close, and kissed her once again. He whispered, "I love you so much."

Kenneth began backing down the short hall to the luxury suite's main room, smiling to Debbie as he led her by the hand. He was anticipating a long night of incredible love making. What he wasn't anticipating was what caused Debbie's face to suddenly screw up in surprise. He turned to find a beautiful young woman standing near the windows that looked out upon the cityscape. She was barely out of her teens, perhaps not even out of them yet. She wore a stylish women's trench coat that reached to her knees. Her modest 3 inch heels weren't particularly sexy yet still accentuated long, athletic legs.

"Hello ... I'm Alicia," the woman said as she began closing slowly on the couple. She looked to Kenneth, then Debbie, adding "You must be Roger … and Katherine. I'm very happy to meet you."

She quickly untied the belt about her coat, opened it, and let it fall away to the floor, revealing her sexy body. She turned to face Debbie directly and moved closer. She smiled seductively and said, "I've been told you've always fantasized about being with another woman, Katherine."

Alicia moved up close enough that her perfume washed over Debbie. She reached a hand out to caress the other woman's arm, asking, "Is there a way you want to start … or, are you going to just trust that I know what I'm doing?"

 

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The Decision

The sight of the younger woman shocks Debbie and she jumps as Kenneth turns to look. Kenneth's eyes widen as he stares at the woman up and down. Then looks at Debbie, then the woman. Him concluding that Katherine had backed out of Rogers gift of having a lesbian sex with Roger watching.

In Kenneth's mind he is wanting to see this young woman and Debbie get it on, in fact the thought of it is making his cock begin to enlarge inside his pants. Kenneth always enjoyed lesbian porn, although Debbie never knew that. And now with this beautiful woman and his beautiful wife, well that would be heaven to watch.

When Alicia drops her coat Debbie is speechless and so Kenneth responds to Alicia's introduction, "Yes this is Katherine and I'm Roger, so glad you could make it". Debbie looks at Kenneth like he has four heads as he continues on, "I think Katherine may need to have a woman's touch, something different and hopefully it adds to the excitement and makes life more interesting, right Katherine" As Kenneth's empathizes "Katherine".

When Alicia moves closer, Debbie tenses up more. Alicia does smell nice, but Debbie is so not lesbian, and besides her husband is here, him watching would be weird. Finally Debbie speaks, "Alicia, um...well, let me talk to Roger in private"

Kenneth and Debbie go into the other room of the suite and have a tense conversation, "Debbie this is like a dream come true, I mean it's pure fantasy, you with another woman, me seeing you enjoying yourself, and by the end of the night we will go home with a night that is totally unforgettable. Please Debbie try it, you can always end it at any time if you are totally uncomfortable. And remember it's all anonymous, Alicia thinks we are different people, no one will ever know besides you and me."

Debbie thinks about what he says, but much more importantly knows this is Katherine's idea for her, if she backs out Katherine will be disappointed in her, probably Roger too. Debbie knows she needs to stay on Katherine's good side and since this is Katherine's gift to her, it would be rude to reject a gift. But oh god a woman touching her like that, her nervousness is overwhelming. Plus she has been sweating nervously most of the night and well, she can't be smelling her best.

Debbie tells Kenneth she needs to freshen up first. With that statement Kenneth knows it's a yes. He gives her a huge smile and a thank you hug as Debbie tells Kenneth, "I'm so nervous, I don't wanna do anything to her besides kissing, I don't think I can go beyond that."

Kenneth nods, "Sure it's your surprise gift so you do or don't do whatever you want"

Debbie emerges from the bathroom and approaches Alicia, "To answer your question from before, I am going to trust that you know what you are doing, please forgive me I have never done anything like this, I'm not lesbian and I will probably just lay there. But I want to try this Alicia"

Debbie holds Alicia's hand tight as Alicia guides her to the bed.

 

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(OOC: I'm going to cut in to just before they went to the bed.)


"I'm so nervous, I don't wanna do anything to her besides kissing, I don't think I can go beyond that."

Kenneth nods, "Sure it's your surprise gift so you do or don't do whatever you want."

Kenneth couldn't help but smile a bit wider at that comment of his: Your surprise gift. This woman -- this Alicia, if that was really her name -- wasn't Debbie's surprise but was the surprise of that woman in the restaurant, the real Katherine … who, unknown to Kenneth, was really named Katherine! But Kenneth wanted this so badly that he wasn't going to let his wife remember that this wasn't planned for her. It was sort of like one of those sitcom scenes where the boyfriend forgets to buy his girlfriend a birthday present and -- coincidentally -- someone sends flowers without a card, so he takes credit.

"To answer your question from before," Debbie said emerging from the bathroom, "I am going to trust that you know what you are doing, please forgive me I have never done anything like this, I'm not lesbian and I will probably just lay there. But I want to try this Alicia."

Alicia moved up into Debbie's personal space and told her with a soft voice, "This isn't about being a lesbian, Katherine. It's simply about partaking of new experiences. Can I kiss you?"

Whether Debbie responded or simply stood there still and silent, Alicia moved up close enough to the other woman so as to let their breasts, then their bellies touch ever so slightly. She took her time … studying Debbie's expressions and body language … then wet her lips … then ever so softly touched her mouth to Debbie's.

"Feels different," Alicia mused with a smile, adding, "But nice?"

She kissed Debbie again … softly … a bit more erotically … then laid her hands upon the other woman's hips. As she tempted Debbie into a more erotic embrace, Debbie asked, "Will you shower with me?"

The very professional sex worker could not just sense Debbie's nervousness but she could smell it, too. So many people -- guys! -- thought women were always sunshine and roses went it came to their body odor. Alicia knew better, and she knew Katherine was nervous, and she assumed the woman might feel better if she was allowed to freshen up. Besides, a shower was a very good way of becoming more comfortable with another person's body.

Alicia took Debbie by the hand and began backing toward the bathroom slowly, encouraging the other woman, "It's okay."

She looked to Kenneth and added, "If your wife wants, you can come watch this, too. This is your night and your decision."