1. The Elevator


    Date: 11/22/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: noosey_slt, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    next to my open suitcase, than sat my purse beside it. She turned on the television and flipped the channel to one of the digital music stations cable is so considerately providing these days. Gentle jazz flowed from the speakers and I turned and looked at her apprehensively. To be so young she seemed much more worldly than at first glance... She opened my purse and went through my belongings. She opened my wallet and removed my driver’s license and looked at me finally. Appraisingly. Much as I had appraised her. "Sara. Hmmmm That’s a nice name. And your hair is actually listed as red. Nice. Soooo you are thirty three? You look younger, but I believe that more than I believe 110 pounds." She giggled and I blushed brightly. She smiled reassuringly at me and stroked my face with her fingertips. She turned and walked behind me. I tried to turn and look at her, but she motioned me to turn back around. I looked out the window and heard her sit on the bed behind me. A helicopter flew by, its red and green lights flashing as it took its passengers wherever their journey was taking them. My ears perked as I heard her pick up the hotel telephone and I immediately wondered where my journey was taking me... Her voice was too low to make out over the hum of the air conditioner, although I thought I picked out "4726" over the background noise. The phone was hung up and I hear her tell me "stay where you are until I give you permission to turn." I stayed still and did not respond. The bra ...
    straps digging into my wrists seemed to silence my soul. My mind was whirling. "Oh my God, this little whore is bringing her client into my room! Please no... I don’t want a man tonight, I want her!" The realization struck me like a locomotive; I was not going to have her. Tears ran down my face as I stifled the sobs that were attempting to burst from my throat. I started to whirl in surprise when she stepped behind me and wrapped one of my Hermes scarves plucked from my luggage around my eyes, blindfolding me. "We’ll just wait now, ok pretty one?" she whispered breathily We waited. I assumed she was doing her nails as she listened to the soft jazz, as I could hear the sound of a file. It seemed like hours but was probably only fifteen minutes when I heard a soft rap at the door. I heard her stand up and walk to the door, and after a pause (looking through the peephole, maybe?) the door opened. I heard two sets of footsteps enter the room and the door close. I heard the as she closed the security locks. My ears were perked up, trying to find out something about the guy who would be fucking her. Anything! ...when I heard a voice. It was not a man’s voice, I immediately realized! She had a strong contralto voice that was oddly soothing as they discussed something that I could not entirely catch. They negotiated, or at least I assumed they were negotiating, for a few minutes until finally the unknown voice said, "Okay, seven hundred and fifty dollars it is." My heart skipped a ...
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