The man reclined in his chair, flipping through a magazine, the hotel room bathed in the dim glow of a bedside lamp. A sudden knock at the door broke the silence. He glanced at his watch—midnight. With a mix of curiosity and caution, he went to open the door.
Standing there were two young women, both with disheveled brunette hair and slightly flushed faces. They looked out of place, their eyes darting around nervously.
“Sorry to bother you,” one of them said, her voice soft but hurried. “We're lost. We were at a party... in another state, and we don't even know where we are.”
The other chimed in, holding up a lifeless phone. “Our batteries are low, and we're so thirsty. Can you help us?”
He hesitated but then stepped aside. “Come in. I'll get you some water, and you can charge your phones here.”
The women entered, their eyes quickly scanning the room. On the table sat an assortment of items—keys, a wallet, some scattered receipts, and a pile of white uniforms neatly folded: t-shirts paired with short skirts.
Anna, the more confident of the two, immediately gravitated toward them. “What's this?” she asked, picking up one of the outfits. She held it up to her frame and grinned. “Cute, right?”
Lana laughed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “You should try it on.”
Anna didn't hesitate. She shrugged off her t-short and pulled the shorts, tugging on the skirt with ease. The outfit fit snugly, accentuating her figure.
Meanwhile, Lana turned her attention to the man. “You're really kind to help us out,” she said, her tone syrupy. She patted the bed.
His pulse quickened as he sat, glancing between the two women. Anna, now fully dressed in the uniform, sauntered over.
“Well?” she teased, spinning in a slow circle. “Do I pass?”
“You... look incredible,” the man stammered, heat rising to his face.
Anna walked over and straddled him, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders. “You've been so generous,” she murmured, her face close to his. His heart pounded. He was certain this was his lucky night.
And then the first slap landed.
His head snapped to the side, his face stinging from the unexpected blow. “What the—”
Before he could finish, the second slap struck, harder this time.
Anna's expression shifted from playful to predatory. She slid off him and, without warning, pressed her foot firmly between his legs. He gasped, his body instinctively recoiling from the pressure.
“Did you think we were here to thank you?” she said, her voice low and sharp.
“Poor guy,” said Lana mockingly. “Looks like he didn't read the fine print.”
Anna's strikes were deliberate, her movements cold and calculated. The man squirmed in pain, his protests ignored.
After a few moments, she stepped back and exchanged a glance with Lana. Anna climbed on top of him, her weight pressing him into the mattress.
As she sat firmly on his face, his body betrayed him—despite the pain, he felt himself growing harder. Anna noticed and smirked, delivering another sharp slap to his groin.
“You're full of surprises,” she mused, her voice dripping with mockery.
The night spiraled into a chaotic dance of power and humiliation, leaving the man completely at their mercy.
