Try to get out

You woke up. You hadn’t even realised you had fallen asleep. You felt nobody behind you. The room was empty and you heard a shower in an adjacent room.

Freedom.

You scooted backwards across Ray’s side and got out of the bed. A wave of dizziness as you tried to stand up.

You were right, the room did have two bathrooms, and Ray was clearly in his.

You looked around the room frantically, grabbed your purse and dove into your own bathroom.

When you emerge from the bathroom some time later, you’re in a bit of a state. Messy hair, makeup badly reapplied, wearing latex dress and boots that were clearly inappropriate for the early hour, and of course the choker.

You can’t believe you’re wearing such a demeaning outfit again, one that led to Ray throwing himself on you the moment you accidentally gave him the opportunity, but you were super short on options. You had squirmed as you’d pulled the dress on, seeing it accentuate your new curves again. And that embarrassment had been compounded by looking in the bathroom mirror and realising you'd have to make some effort to touch up your feminine pretence or you'd attract even more attention. You'd cleaned up some of the smudges and smears with a wipe you'd found in your purse, and cringed as you applied lipstick and other cosmetics with your own hand. You’d also spent ages with the (hotel supplied) hairdryer and brush just to get your hair in some semblance of its former feminine style. The fact you were now supporting this style was galling to you but you knew you had to at least pretend to be the same woman that walked in here with Ray yesterday.

You at least had thrown the gloves into your purse. You’d also pulled up the hem of the dress to above your knees so it gave your legs mobility, though with a bunch more wrinkles.

Walking out of the bathroom, you'd considered grabbing a bathrobe, or going out the main door, but of course Ray was waiting for you, dressed in his immaculate business suit. He looks you up and down and gives you a subtle smile.

“Sleep well?”

“I will never forget what's happened here....”

“Same here!” He walks right up to you and presses his lips against yours. You're too surprised to do anything other than just respond, but as he leans back you get ready to break away from him.

“Mmmm,” he says, gazing into your eyes framed by your hastily reapplied mascara. “You're almost tempting me to skip work.”

“Work?” you ask with surprise, forgetting your plan.

“Of course, you didn’t forget our jobs did you?” he smiles. His hand reaches behind you and grabs your ass, pulling you in. You gasp, and your open mouth is all that’s needed for Ray to stick his tongue down it, kissing you passionately.

Yet again, you are overwhelmed. His hands move over you, his lips go over yours, and his emerging erection presses against your constrained one sending electric shocks up your spine.

And abruptly he breaks off again. “Ray,” you gasp.

“Want more? I did offer to give you a turn.”

The shock of his proposal hits you. “No! I just want to... leave.”

“Fair enough, let's hit the road,” he holds your hand and guides you to the door and out of the hotel room, and for once you’re happy to take his lead and leave this damn room.