I arrived at the hotel, room 406 as she directed. This is a first, I think to myself. Admittedly I never thought a woman could demand me, let alone order me to her hotel room like I was room service. Perhaps I'm too privileged and too used to women jumping at the chance to bed me. The thought almost makes me feel guilty, but frankly, I'm more nervous than anything else. Suppressing the thought and the butterflies doing summersaults in my stomach, I knock on the door. Less than a moment passes and she opens the door and I'm quickly taken aback by her raw beauty. I quickly drink in the sight of her, taking note of the way her beautiful black waves fall past her shoulders. Standing in front of me with her black lace lingerie in full view under her silk robe and what looks to be a glass of whiskey in her hand, she motions me in. Taking a swig from the glass, she closes the door behind me and suddenly I'm anxious as I watch her cross the room. It's a foreign feeling to me. I've bedded many women, too many to count, but this woman gives off a vibe unlike anything I've ever encountered. Her eyes are cold as her gaze finally meets mine. She keeps her eyes on me as she puts the glass to her beautiful pouty lips once again and takes another sip. She doesn't wince at the liquor in her cup as she gulps it down. Her gaze holds mine and I can't help but look down avoiding the ice in her stare. My palms are sweaty and I can feel the pace of my heart quicken, I realize I'm in new territory. Hooking my thumbs into the pockets of my jeans I shrug in an awkward manner keeping my eyes down, my vulnerability evident in my stance.