Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. She recognized the Embassy Suites at Tyson's Corner as they entered the parking lot, and she felt an inward moment of relief. So, he was just going to take her to a hotel and screw her. Well, that wasn't so bad. He was pretty good looking... hell, she was so hot she'd screw him if he were ugly. All and all, she decided, she'd gotten off easy...private humiliation, but no public humiliation. But..it was friday, and the Embassy was booked. The desk clerk, a young man named Jim, just shook his head. No rooms. No way. She felt worried again. What now? But, her escort was not one to be put off. He looked her way and smiled. The desk clerk followed his gaze. Suddenly, she felt very vulnerable. "All the rooms are full?" he asked. "Are you sure of that?" The clerk's eyes stared at her nearly exposed chest. "Sorry, sir." "You mean if the President of the United States walked through that door, right now, and wanted a room, you'd have nothing for him?" The clerk looked back at him. "Well...no. I guess for the President, we'd have to find a room." Jay beamed. "Well, we're in luck then. Because I've just come from the President, and he tells me he won't need his room tonight. So you can give it to me..." The clerk smiled, but said nothing. "I'm sure we can work something out," he continued, gazing meaningfully at her. "We really need that room, and I'd be more than willing to reward anyone who went the extra mile to provide me with the accommodations. In my own way, I can be accommodating, as well..." The clerk looked at her, undressing her with his eyes (and that didn't take long). "What did you have in mind?" "Maybe we should discuss it back there..." Jay said, motioning. They left her at the front desk, while they went into the back room. She was furious. She knew she was being bartered, and she didn't like it. Sex with him was one thing. She wasn't servicing some adolescent punk, though! At least...she hoped she wasn't... A moment later, he returned with a key in hand. "Amazing," he said, looking at the key. "It really is the Presidential Suite." "What did you offer him?" she asked. His smile was egnimatic. "A triffle," he said. "Really..." She just looked at him. "Don't fret, dear. I negotiate for a living. We got off easy...I was prepared to offer him much more." He lead her to the lounge area near the elevators, and ordered them drinks: scotch. "I've never had scotch," she said. "Drink it, it'll warm you up..." he stared at her chest. "You look a little cold." She glanced down. She knew her nipples were hard little buds, but surely they weren't showing through the vest! He laughed. "I know you. I don't need visual clues..." She blushed and drank her scotch in one gulp. It burned like fire, but the warmth spreading in her tummy was a nice match to that in her loins... "What's next?" "You go up to the room to get it ready for us," he said handing her the key. "OK," she said. That sounded easy. "How do I get it ready for us?" "Oh...just make sure it's warm enough in there." "Turn on the heater, you mean?" He laughed. "Oh, you can do that," he said. "But I find that nothing heats up a room like a hot, naked woman." "So, I go up, turn on the heater, undress, and wait for you, is that it?" She felt the tremor in her loins start again. It was never that simple...what did he have in store for her...? His smile faded. "Well...almost." "Almost?" "You have the right idea," he said, his eyes blazing into hers..."but the wrong order..." "The wrong order...?" The fear and excitement was there...what was he telling her? What was she going to have to do?... "First, you'll take off your vest." "First...you mean...." "I mean, now." "Whaaaat!??" She looked around. The lounge was not full, but it was far from deserted. And nowhere near dark enough for what he just asked... Except, he was not asking... "Right now. As in, this very instant..." Her head darted around. He wouldn't! No...not this... "Please...I'll give you anything you want. Don't make me do this..." He chuckled. Enjoying her discomfort. "You'll give me anything I want, PLUS this, dear..." His hand reached across the table, and undid the top button of her vest...33 percent of all buttons.... Her hand grabbed the next button down, gripping it in a death grip. "I can't! There are people here...they'll see..." "They'll see what?" "They'll see..." her voice trailed off. "They'll see me..." she said finally, disturbed at the resignation she heard in her voice. "Yes. As much of you as I choose to reveal. Right now, that is only your breasts. If you continue to protest, it will be more. You know as well as I do that you can't refuse...why are you making it harder on yourself?" He smiled. "Unless..." "Unless what?" Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, her breath grew more ragged... "Unless you *want* more. To show more. To be humiliated more." "No!" she protested. But the voice was hoarse, and her clit suddenly felt like it was on fire... "Ahhh, yes. I believe I understand fully now..." "You don't," she said, feebly. "you don't understand at all..." His answer was slow, and measured: "Take...off...your...vest..." She looked him in the eyes, as the battle of wills continued for a moment. Then, with her cheeks flushing hot, she averted her eyes, and she knew he had won. Again. And she unbuttoned the other two buttons. The vest came open, exposing her breasts to his view again. Her nipples were hard, and erect, aching to be free...to be exposed...to be touched. "Off..." he reminded her. The area beneath her throat was flushed bright red, but her breasts were creamy white, and very shortly, completely exposed, as she shrugged the vest off of her completely and handed it across the table to him. She folded her arms tightly across her busom, and leaned forwward at the table, hiding her nipples beneath the table. It was a moment of security, that she knew full well was fleeting. He wasn't going to let her shirk any of this experience. She knew that. She knew that she was in for the night of her life...she just wondered, as her heart thudded against her ribcage, if she could stand it. She looked up at him. "Now what?" "Now you go to the room." She breathed a sigh of relief. "Ok..." "When you get to the elevator, you are to take off your skirt." Her pussy was throbbing at his words. Of course. He was going to make her strip, just like he said her would...just like she feared he would... "Ok..." it was a whisper. "The elevator is glass, so I will be able to see you. Don't try to trick me." "I won't," she said. She couldn't. God, he controlled her now... "In fact, press your body against the glass, so I can see it clearly." "And everyone else will too!" "You have a problem with that?" "I--" "You have two choices...your whole nude body for an elevator ride...or your bare breasts for the rest of the night." He patted the vest beside him meaningfully. "I can hardly wait to see those tits of yours jiggling on the dance floor..." Damn it, he had her. If she had stood any chance, it was lost now...No matter what, she had to do anything he said..as if she ever had a choice... "I'll take the elevator ride." "I knew you'd come to your senses. As you get off of the elevator, take off one stocking and leave it in the hallway...the other stocking leave hanging on the outside doorknob. Only when you are completely naked are you to enter my room." "How about the necklace?" He laughed. "You may leave that on. That's the only clothing you're allowed. The rest of your body is to be as naked as the day you were born...understood?" She nodded. "Good. Leave all of the lights off. Go to the bedroom, and lay down on your belly on the bed. Lie down spread-eagled. And wait for me." "Ok. I will..." Underneath the table, her hands felt her nipples...god she was so excited by this...just touching her nipples made her almost want to cum. Sse couldn't believe that she'd been stripped topless in this lounge. Everyone must be looking at her. She could feel hungry eyes staring at her as she tried to conceal her nudity... Just then, she heard someone approaching their table! No! She was sure to be completely exposed...to a stranger...who was he? She wanted to look, but embarrassment prevented her. "Excuse me, sir?" "Yes?" Jay answered.