at the hotel

They went back down to the ground floor. A young man was standing outside the hotel entrance, smoking a cigarette.

“Hey mate!” called Marc. “Fancy taking a hot photo?”

Before Sarah could really grasp what was happening, the two of them had stripped her completely of her dress. She stood stark naked in front of the hotel entrance – wearing nothing but high heels. Tim held her arms behind her back, Marc spread her legs.

The stranger stared wide-eyed, then grinned and pulled out his mobile.

“Fuck… yeah, love.”

He took several photos: Sarah naked, legs spread, pussy open, breasts pushed forward, her face deep red with shame. The two waiters posed next to her, one kneading her breast, the other with two fingers in her cunt.

Sarah instinctively tried to cover her breasts and her cunt. The three of them had misunderstood her. She did need a photo with her mobile, after all. She’d already let herself be used in the bar for nothing. So it seemed only the taxi driver had photos of her.

“Please… take a photo for Leon quickly,” she pleaded in a trembling voice. “I need the photo… please…” Sarah desperately held out her own mobile phone to him.

“Here! Take my mobile! Just take a few photos… please! I need proof… it’s important!”

The man grinned broadly, took the mobile and stepped back. Tim held Sarah’s arms behind her back, Marc spread her legs wide apart.

“Smile for Leon,” laughed Marc.

The stranger took several photos:

• Sarah completely naked, legs spread, cunt open and glistening

• Tim and Marc beside her, one kneading her breast, the other with two fingers deep inside her cunt

• Close-ups of her dripping slit and her face contorted with shame

Sarah stood there trembling, completely exposed in the cool night air, whilst a complete stranger took photos of her with her own mobile. She felt humiliated, used, and at the same time so aroused that her thighs were shaking.

“One more,” said Tim. “Bend over and spread your arse.”

Sarah obeyed, tears of shame in her eyes. She bent forward, reached behind her and spread her buttocks. The man took more photos – her tight arsehole and dripping cunt were crystal clear.

“Thank you…,” whispered Sarah in a broken voice as she got her mobile back.

The young man just grinned. “It was my pleasure.”

Tim and Marc pulled her back into the lift. Sarah was now completely naked. They hadn’t given her her dress back. She rode up to the penthouse suite with the two men, stark naked.

The lift doors opened on the top floor. Sarah was still standing completely naked between Tim and Marc; Tim was clutching her crumpled red dress in his hand. Her legs were trembling, her cunt glistening with arousal and shame.

Before them lay a single door – Suite 512.

Marc swiped the black key card through the slot. A soft click sounded, and the heavy door swung open.

Stuck to the top of the door was a handwritten note in Leon’s clear, masculine handwriting:

“Go wild, sweetheart. You’ve got the whole night. Show me what you’re capable of. — Leon”

Sarah swallowed hard.

Marc pushed her gently but firmly into the room. No sooner was she inside than she stood frozen to the spot.

“This… this isn’t a hotel room…,” she whispered, dumbfounded.

Before her stretched a huge, open-plan loft space – more a sex adventure playground than a suite. The lighting was dimmed but focused on specific areas. Specialised furniture was scattered everywhere:

• A large St Andrew’s cross on the wall

• A wide, padded fuck bench with spreader bars

• A gynaecological chair with leg restraints

• Several punishment blocks and a massive wooden block

• Chains and ropes hung from the ceiling

• Countless toys lay on shelves and tables: Dildos of all sizes, plugs, whips, nipple clamps, spreader bars, gags, vibrators…

And little red lights everywhere – professional cameras. At least twelve of them, some fixed in place, others on tripods, all trained on them.

Tim and Marc stood there with their mouths agape. Their eyes sparkled with pure anticipation.

“Holy shit…,” muttered Tim. “This is better than any porn film set. Little one, you’re such a dirty little minx. But don’t worry, you’ll get your night.”

Sarah was slightly panicking. She was breathing rapidly. She instinctively wanted to cover her breasts and her pussy, but Marc gently pulled her arms behind her back.

At that moment, she spotted another note on a small table right by the entrance. It was written by Mia:

“Sweetie, I didn’t know if you might be too shy, so I’ve prepared a little obstacle course for you. You don’t have to do everything – but I know you want to. Have lots of fun with your new boyfriend. Film everything for Leon. — Mia ❤”