Nope, 'fraid not

“This place is a tad nasty, Mr. Patterson.” Riya's privileged background is rearing its head. Not that she's wrong, the covering on the bed looks about twenty years old, the florescent lights overhead flicker, lighting up the dead bugs in the plastic covers and the paint that is peeling in places from the walls. This shithole is actually even worse than the place I just moved her out of, but none of that matters to me.

“It is, it's perfect.” Even as I say the words, I realize that this is indeed exactly what has me so worked up. I couple times with Alison we played out this kind of scenario where she dressed up like a hooker and I picked her up at a bar or even off the street one time and fucked her. This is different though, because Alison knew exactly what the plan was, Riya has no idea what she's in for.

“What?” This clearly takes Riya by surprise, so I take the time to remind her of her new position.

“Did you see that drunk we passed on the way up the stairs?” I ask, knowing full well how she had wrinkled her pretty nose at the smell of stale urine and sweat that had filled the stairwell. She nods with a slight grimace on her face. “Do you know he stopped to check out your ass after you walked by?” The grimace grows more pronounced, “I'll bet you anything that bum thought you were a whore and that we were coming up here for a quick bang.” As I speak, I fist Riya's tee-shirt, stretching it until the collar tears and I can pull it down over her shoulders; the expensive top now looks like a castoff from Goodwill.

“There, now you even look the part.” As sexy as she looks, Riya is clearly having second thoughts about this place.

“Maybe we should go back to your house, Mr. Patterson.”

“Miss Kapadia.” I make my voice as stern as possible, “I thought I made it clear that I am going to be your Master.” Her hands climb up protectively to her neck, but I also see little buds where her nipples are pressing against tightly stretched tee-shirt.

“You said you'd be the best servant ever, didn't you?”

“Yes, Master.” The words come out as a hushed whisper, but I can see her involuntary shimmy as she confirms my authority over her. “It's just this motel is disgusting.”

“This place is nasty, but that's exactly what I want.” I push her slowly backwards until the back of her thighs are up against the bed. “I'm not your boyfriend, Riya; we're not here to make love, and this isn't a special night.” Another, firmer shove puts her ass on the bed, and she is sitting between my knees looking up at me uncertainly. “I brought you here to fuck you; here in this nasty dive. 'Cause you're just a brown-skinned slut who's going to serve her white master like a cheap whore.”

This time when I grab a handful of her tee-shirt, I tear at it with all my strength and the thin cotton rips away exposing her little caramel-colored breasts with their fully erect dark brown nipples.