To the hotel!

 Cyndi was still slumping in the back seat, as the car sped out of the area.  Cyndi was now totally lost!  She had no clue where she was, or where she was heading.  The redhead in the front seat was talking lively with the young driver.

   "What's it gonna be tonight, young boy?"  Cyndi watched as the redhead placed her hand on the driver's chest, and began massaging as he was maneuvering the car through back alleys, and side streets.

   "Ah!  Not me tonight!  I'm just the delivery boy!  Consider this, special delivery!"  The young man snickered, as he kept his eyes on the road, and tried hard to ignore the redhead's advances.

   "Hmm!  What then?  A bachelor party?"  The redhead kept inquiring the youth.

   Cyndi panicked!  Oh great, she thought, a bunch of guys who are going to go public with this incident.  She was done for!  It was all over!

   "Nah!  Not tonight!  Though I do know a guy who's got a party coming up next week!  Maybe then?"  He rounded the next bend and pulled up to a rather large building and stopped the car.  "Only one guy tonight!"

   Cyndi was somewhat relieved that her situation was not overly compromised!  It was only one guy!  She needed to figure out how to get out of this situation.  Before she had a chance to register any thoughts, the redhead was dragging her out of the car.  "C'mon girl, Let's go!"

   Cyndi hesitantly allowed herself to be dragged down the alleyway to a delivery entrance of a hotel.  They stepped inside and were quickly ushered to a nearby elevator by the young man.  The three of them rode the elevator to the twelfth floor and stepped out onto the plush red carpeting.

   "Twelve-Ten," the young man announced from behind the two women.

   Cyndi counted the doorways along the right side till they reached room 1210.  Their escort produced a keycard, swiped it through the notch on the handle.  The light turned green, he opened the door, and ushered the ladies inside.

   The two ladies stepped in and were immediately overwhelmed by the spacious, and beautifully ornate room.  Cyndi was trying to figure out what hotel they were in, scanning for some matchbooks, napkins, or something that indicated where she was.  She couldn't find anything.  When Cyndi looked up, she saw the young man hand the redhead several bills, which she tucked away in a tiny purse.  The young man uttered something, turned, and closed the door behind him.

   There was no one else in the room, except the two ladies.  Cyndi wondered who the john was, why the secrecy, and how much money did he have?  Cyndi snapped out of it when she heard the other chick.

   "Strip," the redhead demanded!

   "What?  Oh no, I can't!"  Cyndi began explaining her situation.  "You see I don't do this!  This is all a mistake!  I got lost!  I got a flat!  I need to get out of here!"

   Cyndi felt the sharp sting of a slap across her face!  She felt the skin burn as the blood rushed to the surface.  "Listen you bitch!  You do as you're told!"  Cyndi listened as the redhead's anger began to show.  "First, you bring your slut ass into my territory and peddle your shit, then you try to steal my tricks!  Now you try to back out of a paid deal?  No way!  That guy, just paid me to make sure we ... WE ... treat this guy right!  He said if we do good, there's even more in it!  I don't give a shit what your story is, you're gonna do exactly what I say!  Now strip, or do I have to do it for you?"

   Cyndi still felt the stinging in her cheeks and feared what this whore might do if she didn't obey.  Cyndi began unbuttoning the buttons of her blouse, when all of a sudden there was another stinging blow to her other cheek.  She was told that was a reminder of what would happen if she didn't do what she was told to do.

Cyndi had removed her blouse and placed it on the chair.  She watched the redhead eye her body as if she were going to eat her alive.  Cyndi assumed she was going to strip also, but she made no attempt to remove any clothing.  She momentarily thought about objecting, but remembered the threat.  She stepped out of her heels, and then her skirt, which she pushed down to the floor.  Cyndi didn't appreciate the growl that came from the whore.  Cyndi stood still, clad in her lace bra and panties, watching the redhead.  Cyndi began moving her hands when she noticed the bitch moving towards her again.  She quickly reached between her breasts and undid the clasp to her bra.  Cyndi pushed each spaghetti strap off her shoulders and the black silk fell to the floor.  Cyndi's 36" breasts were now bared and her nipples stiffened, and stood at attention in the air-conditioned room.  She instinctively covered herself, but quickly moved again, when she sensed the redhead becoming agitated.  Cyndi hooked her thumbs under the straps to her panties and slid them over her waist and felt them gravitate towards the floor.  Cyndi now stood completely naked, facing the redhead who was appreciatively looking over her body.

   The redhead closed the distance between the two and slowly raised her hand.

   Cyndi recoiled in fear, "Don't hit me again!"

   The redhead seemingly ignored her plea, and smacked her again.  This time she left her hand on her cheek and massaged the reddened flesh.  "Don't tell me what to do!  You best be quiet!"

   The redhead spun Cyndi around so she was facing the full-length mirror at the end of the room.  Cyndi could now see herself in the mirror, obstructing her view of her tormentor.  Cyndi watched the hands creep over her shoulders, down the length of her arms, across her supple breasts.  Cyndi watched each hand fondle each mound of flesh, then pinch and pull the rubbery nipples extending from the ends.  As much as Cyndi was disgusted by the act, the hands caressing her were stimulating her body.  Cyndi could feel her knees begin to weaken.  It became harder to stand, and Cyndi slumped back into the woman, allowing her to support her weight.  Cyndi half-closed her eyes when she noticed the hands drifting down to her finely trimmed nest.  The long fingers and red painted nails weaved through Cyndi's strands and quickly found her waiting pussy.

   Cyndi forgot about everything as her body betrayed her mind.  The only thing Cyndi could focus on were the hands providing her enjoyment.  Cyndi's eyes were closed now as the hands had free access to any part of her body they wanted.  It felt good!  It felt great!  The hands were parting her lips.  The fingers were slipping inside her wet hole.  The hands were massaging her tits.  The fingers were twisting her nipples.  She was on fire even though the air-conditioner kept the room nearly ice-cold.  Cyndi felt her knees give way as her body shook from the mini-orgasm she just received from the slut!

   The ecstatic feeling was short-lived when Cyndi realized the door had been opened and the john was now standing there looking at the two ladies!  When Cyndi looked up and focused on the subject, her eyes widened in horror!  She knew him ... it was ...