A fancy hotel.

You arrive at the downtown fancy hotel and stroll into the lobby alone to get the room. The young man working at the front desk looks you over and for a second you are sure he is planning to ask you to go. Before he has a chance to say a word you pull a wad of cash out, “Hi, my friends and I need a room for the night. Do you have any nice suites available for the three of us?”

He almost can’t take his eyes off of the cash as he types on his keyboard, finally glancing at the monitor to give you the results, “It seems a convention is in town and we are basically full. However we do have a fantasy suite available due to a last minute cancellation. It is known as the Roman room and it is $4000 a night if you want it.”

You almost giggle as you peel off the hundreds and slap them on the counter, dropping an extra one for him, “Sounds beautiful, I’ll take it. Send a couple of bottles of wine, cheese, and snacks to the room would you. Here this should cover that.” You add last and drop another hundred on the counter.

“Certainly ma’am, right away.” He hands you the little key card and gathers up the money as you head back out the door.

As you hop in the car you aren’t really surprised to see Jack and your prisoner locked at the lips. They don’t even stop as you drive around the building and into the parking garage. Finally as you park and turn off the engine your prisoner pulls her head away, a trail of spittle still connecting the two. She looks at you and smiles as Jack opens the door and climbs out, throwing the prisoner over her shoulder and slapping her on the ass, carrying her in behind you like a sack of potatoes. The three of you walk down the nice clean hallway to the suite, your heels squishing into the luxurious deep carpeting with each step. As you slip in the card and open the door you can’t believe your eyes. There is a pair of wide white leather couches, a massive television at one end and a fountain at the other. As you walk in on the white marble floor you see beyond the fountain is a single huge bed with spotless white silk sheets. Within the room you are amazed at the fancy columns, roman style statues, and even a luxurious walk in shower room. In the bathroom you find 4 soft white cloth togas in addition to the usual towels. With a naughty grin you quickly strip and pull on one of the soft togas and stroll out of the bathroom barefoot wearing only the toga. As you step out you wish you could say you were surprised, but you knew it was coming, lying on the bed is the prisoner, whom you don’t even know her name, and on top of her kissing her like some crazed animal is Jack. The prisoner is still fully clothed, but Jack has tossed her shirt on the floor and you can’t help but notice how long her sexy nipples are on her perky little tits. They stop as you walk in and turn to look at you, “Toga.” Jack says and sits up instantly.

“Yup, there are more in the bathroom.”

“Sweet.” She says leaping to her feet and racing past you into the bathroom, only pausing long enough to give your ass another healthy whack.

You stand there rubbing your now sore ass cheek and look to the prisoner, “So what is your name?”

She sits up and gives you an almost meek look that once again has you questioning if it isn’t really a guy, “Sarah.” She says softly.

“Well Sarah, if you want a toga too you can have one. As long as you don’t try anything stupid we aren’t going to hurt you. I am assuming you have an internal computer.”

“Yes.” She says meekly.

“I thought so. I have been monitoring and haven’t seen anything coming from you, but be sure if you call anyone it will be the last thing you do.” You lie, hoping she doesn’t or hasn’t already, tried to contact someone to rescue her.

Then Jack steps back out of the bathroom sporting a toga of her own, and carrying one for Sarah, “Cool you can do that too. I didn’t realize you had that much hardware, I thought you were just the muscle.” She slips up behind you and takes your hand off of your ass. Stupidly you let her, still looking at Sarah, and are rewarded by another sharp whack, “Shouldn’t hold out on me like that, I might have to spank you.”

“Owe, you bitch. What the fuck. Do I have spank me written on my forehead?”

She giggles and starts chanting, “Toga, toga.” As she skips around you and tosses a toga to Sarah. Sarah still seemingly quite shy stands almost as if she is afraid and begins unbuttoning her shirt. As she pulls it open and off you are both shocked to see she is wearing a tight black rubber harness that is mashing down her breasts, with only the nipples peeking through a pair of silver metal rings. This stops Jack’s chanting and both of you simply stand there and stare like a couple of idiots as she pulls down her pants and reveals a similar rubber thong that has a zipper on the front as well as a pair of matching stockings attached to a garter belt with silver clasps.

As she steps out of her fine business clothing you turn to Jack with a bewildered look, “I have to admit I was not expecting that.”

Jack simply lets out a loud, “Ha.” And runs over to her and unzips the little silver zipper.