Eric Langer opens the door

Kennedy didn’t have to wait long before the door was opened. Eric Langer was wearing a cotton bathrobe with the hotel logo, obviously hotel property. He gave her a quick look, and stepped aside. “Come on in.”

The room was large, with a really comfy looking double bed being the dominant piece of furniture. There was also a small table and a comfortable chair. On the table stood a whiskey, almost untouched. At least he wasn’t drunk.

“So, you decided to come.” Eric was smiling and sounded happy to see her. “I’m glad you did. Would you like to know why you’re here?”

Kennedy was surprised. Why she was here? She had decided to come here? She stammered a “Yes?”, and Eric started his explanation.

“If you hadn’t shown after all, I would have come by your workplace tomorrow. I would speak to your manager, explaining that as I doublechecked the bill after I left, I discovered you had billed me for something else than I ordered. I can be very persuasive, I am a travelling salesman. So, your boss would believe me, and you’d be punished. I might still decide to do that, should you disappoint me this evening.”

Kennedys heart sank as she heard him speak, but it got even worse as he continued: “Now, you’re not here by happy accident. I deliberately was very vague when ordering. Your colleague never stood a chance. A shame for you that you were the one to fall into my little trap. If you had bailed on me, I would call up a maid. Then I would catch her in some error, or perhaps make one up, and have my way with her. Perhaps I still will if you bore me. You see, you are to be my evenings entertainment. I will do anything I please to you. And you will take it, because if you walk out that door, it will be your boss punishing you tomorrow. You’ll be gambling that I am not as sadistic as him… and as the evening progresses, you’ll find out if you’re right. Are you ready to risk it?”

Kennedy took an involuntarily step back. This visit had just turned from a thrilling adventure to a very dangerous idea. But even as she stepped back, she remembered the pain as Lawrence fucked her ass, the shame of working the tables with his cum on her, and the thrashing she had received earlier. Even though this man had set her up, he could still be right. Perhaps whatever he had planned would be better than what her boss would do to her, if he delivered on his threats.