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Taken By Default

... marked ‘304’. Nothing happened for a while and I had a good mind of running back to the elevators, but then the door opened slowly. She was still wearing the suit but had taken off the black stockings and sported a pair of spongy white slippers which contrasted with her stern and short manner. She looked me up and down like she was surprised to see me. ‘Yes?’ ‘Uhm, it’s me. From the bar. You… ’ ‘What do you want?’ ‘I… you called. You said I should…’ ‘I know what I said. I asked you what you want.’ ‘Uhm… I don’t know. I-I just came. B-because you told me to.’ I never saw the hand coming. It slapped me right across the left check. My head was jerked sideways violently and I almost lost my balance. I stared at her in disbelief, rubbing my enflamed check. Before I could react, she grabbed my tie, turned around and dragged me into the room. I stumbled after her, trying hard not to fall flat on my face. The woman towed me into the sitting area of a large suite, where she released me and sat down on the couch. I looked around in awe. This was nothing like the crummy standard room I was staying in. To the right, a double door gave into a bedroom where an enormous bed with scores of plush cushions in assorted colours and patterns stood tall on a raised platform. To my left a Louis XV desk stood between two French windows. The soft light from a corner lamp next to the sofa gave the room a sense of coziness and home. For a while the woman just sat there and scrutinized me with a stare ...

... so intense that I had to turn my eyes down. ‘That was for running out on me in the bar.’ ‘I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. It’s just…’ ‘What?’ ‘I… I was overwhelmed. Nothing like this has ever happened to me.’ ‘You’re chicken shit, that’s what you are. You spend your nights jerking off on the fantasy of a woman taking control, but when you run into one who actually does it, you shit your pants. You men are all the same.’ How could she know so much about me? ‘OK, let’s try this again. And no hick-ups this time. Either you do as I say, or you forget we ever met. I don’t waste my time with chicken shits. Understood?’ I gulped, then nodded. ‘Good. Now take your clothes off.’ She stood up and walked to the French windows behind her to close the curtains. She did it slowly and deliberately and didn’t seem to be in a hurry to check if I was obeying. She took it for granted that I had come to get laid. I wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t like being taken for granted. Yet I found her boldness and commanding attitude extremely exciting. Even the slap in the face, offending as it had been, had added to my sexual arousal. Still, I was not prepared to trade my dignity for sexual pleasure. I had often fantasized about a woman like the one before me, domineering and demanding, ruthlessly imposing her will upon me. But that was fantasy. In real life, I had my pride. ‘I… I think I should go.’ She jerked around with an angered look on her face, although I seemed to detect the faintest hint of an ...