Lesson learned

Victoria Hotel, room 209, tonight...if you leave home at 6, you'll be there at 9...use this money for petrol...don't be late"

That's all it said, the folded piece of paper with R500 tucked inside, wedged under her door this morning.

It had irritated her, being ordered, and paid like some cheap tart...and his presumption that she would actually go.

I really don't feel like this, she thought as she left Caledon and headed out on the R316, the sign saying ... 75km...can't believe I'm fucking doing this...I mean why the fuckin the middle of nowhere? A hotel in town would have worked.

75km, that's gonna still take me about an hour, on these roads, and it's just after 8 now so I'll be on time...

Hang on, so what if I'm late? So fucking what? He's lucky I decided to come anyway...she hits the wipers, raining just enough to slow her down to around 60, the dark a lot darker out here.

The Victoria Hotel looks like a dive from the outside but surprisingly neat and clean inside. No-one at the reception desk, so she just heads up the stairs, figuring room 209 must be on the second floor.

She knocks, the door isn't shut and swings open...the room is dark but looks neat, smells clean, just a bed by the window and a small table in the middle with a candle on and an envelope beside it...she picks it up, opens it, a sleep mask drops out with another folded note..."put this on".

She hesitates, then puts the mask on. It's quiet save for some voices in the street. "Ok now what?" she says. Still quiet..."look, you got me all the way out here to this shithole, so now..."

"Just stand still" he says...he gets up off the chair in the dark corner and approaches behind her..."you're late" he says...he stands close behind her, whispering in to her ear "I said 9, it's 9:20 now".

"The rain, traffic..." she begins..."actually so fucking what if I'm 20 minutes late...late for your little show or whatever this thing is...it's fucking wierd, just like you!"

His hand runs up the back of her neck, grabbing her dark hair and pulling her head back, exposing her throat..."I know you like this, it excites you, turns you on, just like you liked the way I fucked you a few nights ago. You are just as weird as me" his voice is gravelly and low.

His other hand runs up her stomach, over her large breasts, then cupping her chin in his hand he twists her head and kisses her, hard, long, pulling away and biting her lower lip. She senses him walk around to in front of her.

"Take them off" he says..."what?" she replies..."your clothes" is his command. She hesitates, then unzips her skirt, letting it fall to the floor...starting at the bottom she unbuttons her shirt, shrugging it off her shoulders...her hands linger on her breasts, she squeezes them, she is aroused, her nipples becoming hard.

"Take 5 steps forward"...she complies..."turn around, the bed is behind you, sit down"...she does. He comes over to her, leans in and kisses her again...again deep, again hard, then pulls away...leans forward and does it again...she is ready this time and takes his kiss deeply...she senses a third kiss and is ready, but feels his hardness against her lips instead...knowing he is in control, knowing what he wants, she takes him slowly into her mouth...he pulls back, pushes forward...back, forward...she hungrily sucks him hard, feeling his cock swell and grow in her mouth, her tongue running up and down the underside, hearing him moan, feeling him push in to her...his hand reaches over and down her neck, unhooking her bra, releasing her voluptuous breasts, he feels them press against his thighs as she leans closer to him...encouraged, she takes his cock in her hand, squeezes it, strokes it slowly as she moves it in and out of her warm wet mouth.

to be continued...