Chapter 4 - The Hotel 
MAGGIE’S MEN – THE HOTEL – PART ONE
 
The early morning sun shone through the crack of the hotel curtains waking 
Maggie far too soon. She had only fallen asleep three hours ago. Remembering the 
previous night and how she came to be in this place made her smile…and she began 
to get moist all over again. 
Maggie looked over at Max. Lying there asleep on the pillow he looked so 
vulnerable. With his facial features softened by slumber he seemed to have a 
childlike innocence. She’d never before seen Ma with his guard down. She found 
herself wanting to reach out and touch his face, but she didn’t want to wake 
him. Her eyes traveled farther down his body. He was lying on his side facing 
toward her, covered by only a sheet. The dark hair on his chest was, she thought 
just right – not too thick nor too sparse. She loved lying her head on his chest 
and hearing his heartbeat. They had fallen asleep in that position last night. 
It was the first time Max had shown any sign of tenderness with her. Was she 
getting to him? She hoped so. 
Last night had been an experience she had never thought she would ever 
encounter. Up to this point, EVERY experience with Max had been new and 
exciting. As usual, he had came by the bank and sent in a note with his deposit: 
 Indian River Hotel-Room 623-Tonite. Max was always so vague. He left her 
anticipating what he had planned. She was sure that he wanted it that way…that 
he knew that the time she had to wonder what would happen would insure that 
she’d have herself worked into a frenzy by the time they met. It always worked.
Maggie went home after work and took a long, hot bath. She shaved her legs, 
trimmed her nether region, and smoothed on a tropical smelling lotion. She was 
humming to herself as she decided what to wear. After putting on a black lace 
teddy, she added a black skirt and pink button down blouse, which was unbuttoned 
just enough to let the lace peek out. She pulled her hair up, dabbed on her 
favorite perfume, and then headed out the door.
The Indian River Hotel was about an hour away. It was dark when she finally 
arrived. She had been to the Banquet Hall a few years ago for the company 
Christmas party. It had seemed so lavish and she remembered thinking at the time 
that she’d like to see the rest of the hotel. Now she had her chance to do just 
that.
The hotel lobby was beautiful. The floor was covered in a plush red carpet – 
almost a burgundy tone. There were six floors to the main building Trees and all 
sorts of plants were thriving in the climate-controlled environment. It was easy 
to see why this was considered a four star hotel.
Maggie made her way up to the sixth floor, thinking how thankful she was for 
elevators  As she approached the room, she heard music playing. It was a soft, 
slow jazz. It seemed to take forever for Max to answer the door after she 
knocked, but it didn’t really take that long. Her anticipation was making her 
impatient. To her surprise, a tall blonde woman in a skin tight red dress 
answered the door. “Come on in, Maggie, we’ve been expecting you” she said, then 
turned and walked back into the room. 
Maggie’s mind was spinning. What was SHE doing here? Who was she? What was going 
on? As she walked into the room she saw Max sitting nonchalantly by the window. 
He was looking out into the atrium and had probably watched her walk in a few 
moments earlier. “Hello, Maggie Sweetheart This is Kristen. Say Hello to her 
because she’ll be entertaining us this evening.” Maggie did as she was told. 
“Hello, Kristen.” Kristen only nodded and smiled. 
“Kristen, pour Maggie some wine” Max instructed. Max moved to the loveseat, 
nodding for Maggie to come join him. Kristen brought Maggie her wine then put a 
CD into the small stereo and began to dance – striptease style. She slipped out 
of her dress, giving Maggie a wicked smile. Then, she did a lap dance for Max. 
Maggie watched his hands grab the cushion of the loveseat to resist touching the 
beautiful blonde in front of him. Kristen grazed his face with her breasts, then 
ran her hands down to his chest to unbutton his shirt. Max was loving it. When 
Kristen had finished her dance, Max said “ok, it’s Maggie’s turn’. Maggie 
protested, but Max told her she should pay attention and try to learn something! 
She glared at Max and became even more infuriated when she saw the smug smile 
that came across his face as a result of her displeasure. As a new song started, 
Kristen gave Maggie “the treatment” just as she had done for Max. Maggie had 
never been with another woman and the stirring deep within her confused her. She 
blushed as Kristen put her breasts close to her face, touching Maggie’s lips 
with her nipples and caressing her face.
Suddenly, Max stood up and said “It’s time”. Kristen got up immediately and 
stepped aside Max pulled Maggie to her feet and led her to the bed. “Lie down” 
he ordered. Maggie obliged. Max took her hands and tied them to the bed with 
long red ribbons. Maggie thought of her other experiences with Max – the sex in 
the street, the first night at his apartment, and all the other situations that 
had left her feeling a mixture of sexual satisfaction, excitement, and a little 
bit of humiliation. What was in store for her now? The nervous anticipation had 
her wet already.
Max touched Maggie’s face softly. His eyes were filled with amusement and she 
knew it was because he could sense her apprehension. “Maggie Dear, you didn’t 
seem to approve of the lap dance. Don’t you like Kristen?”  “Sure, Max, she’s 
very pretty.” “No, Mags, she’s sexy and hot as hell.” He beckoned Kristen over 
to the bed. Kristen stood before him and Maggie watched as he touched her. “Look 
at her perfect skin – what a beautiful face.” Even though it was true, it hurt 
Maggie to hear him say it. She wanted him to be complimenting her, touching her 
face. Max moved his hands down to Kristen’s breasts. “Look at how beautiful her 
breasts are – how firm – the nipples –see how they become taut when I tweak 
them?” Kristen’s breathing became rapid. She was obviously becoming more excited 
by the second. Max caressed her tight ass then moved around to delve his fingers 
into her moistness. “Look how wet Kristen is, Maggie”. He pulled out his fingers 
and licked them “Mmmm….Yummy”. Then, he went back for more and brought his wet 
fingers to Maggie’s mouth. “Taste, Sweetheart”. Maggie shook her head, but Max 
gave her an expectant stare. “I SAID taste.” Maggie did as she was told. She 
opened her mouth to accept his offer. He stuck his wet fingers deep in her 
mouth. “Suck off all the juice!” She sucked off every drop. “Good girl, now tell 
Kristen how good her pussy tastes.” Maggie glared at Max. Hadn’t he put her 
through enough? “Max, please ….no.” The slap came hard against her face. “Don’t 
ever tell ME no. Do you understand? Now do as you were told and tell Kristen you 
like the taste of her pussy. TELL HER NOW!” It was almost a whimper, spoken as 
tears ran down her face, but she said it – “Kristen, I …I like the…the taste of 
your….pussy.” “Good Girl, Maggie” , Max said “and now, it’s time to taste you!” 
Maggie couldn’t wait for Max to touch her. She wanted him to feel how wet she 
was, to flick his fingers on her clit in that special way he had which always 
made her want to cum almost immediately. She was almost tingling just from the 
thought of it, but it was Kristen who crawled up on the bed and spread Maggie’s 
legs apart. Maggie gave Max a shocked look, but his lusty smile told her that he 
intended to let Kristen have her way with her. She saw his manhood  become 
prominent in his jeans as he watched Kristen lick her pussy. “Go with it, 
Maggie. Enjoy it.” Max commanded. Kristen was quite adept at licking and 
flicking just the right spot. Waves of pleasure were spreading from Maggie’s 
very core in little rings like when a rock drops into a pond. Maggie’s moans 
became increasingly louder as Kristen concentrated on tonguing her clit. “Cum, 
Maggie. Cum for me.” Max said as Kristen inserted one –two- then three fingers 
into Maggie’s pussy while still circling her now sensitive clit with her tongue. 
Maggie’s legs began to tremble. She came – and came – and came again. “Oh, 
Yes….Yes….YES!” moaned Maggie. Having accomplished her goal, Kristen stood up, 
dressed, and left the room without saying a word leaving Maggie lying on the bed 
in a puddle of cum. 
“Go shower. You’re a mess.” Max ordered. Maggie thought that this was going to 
be another one of those time when Max just used her be an actress in his dirty 
sex fantasies only to toss her aside once it was over. She was about to find out 

that, this time, that wasn’t the case……..
 
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