Epilogue

After Dave had finally dropped her off in front her apartment, Eva had ran up the building stairs. She used the spare key she had hidden inside a nearby potted plant to get inside and breath a sigh of relief. She decided to take a shower to wash off the sweat and grime.

As she stood under the stream of hot water, her thoughts inevitably drifted back to the events of the night. While she hadn't been able to capture the stranger, she had at least avoided the absolute worst outcome and escaped unscathed.

Well, relatively unscathed. She ran her fingers over her behind, the skin still raw and tender. She winced - every bump in the road during the ride home had served as a reminder of her humiliation. Worse, while the stranger had been the one who had inflicted it upon her, it was her that had requested he do it. She caught her own fingers creeping towards her clit, and shook her head. There had been enough of that for one day.

She grabbed a towel and dried herself. She was absolutely destroyed, and couldn't wait to go to bed. She didn't bother putting on anything, instead making her way to her bed and slipping under the covers.

A piece of paper brushed against her bare back, making her do a double take. She reached for it and brought it under the nightstand light. It simply read:

To return the favor, be there at the Imperial hotel. Saturday, 8pm.

She recognized it as the same writing as the note on her desk. It was the stranger. She was too tired to do anything else, however, instead turning off the light and drifting into sweet blissful sleep.