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WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes.  It is intended as a work of
fiction for ADULTS ONLY, and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone
similar behavior.

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is
coincidental.  All names are fictitious.  The acts described herein are 
illegal, and are not condoned by the author.  This work is to be read by
PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law.

If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here

THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!
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SubDiane's Mistake
Chapter 5


Driving along the freeway on her way into the city, Diane considered her
options.  The obvious choice was to tell him that she'd brought in the police.
Tell her husband that he'd made up the entire thing, that those were not her
chat logs.  Someone could forge them, there was no real proof to tie her to the
name "SubDiane".  Except that the name was registered as an alias on AOL and
he'd certainly seen it by now.

But there no way to prove that she'd actually participated in those chats.  The
blackmailers could certainly have gathered the logs from anywhere and changed
the names.  Would that work?

As she turned off the exit ramp and started into city traffic, she realized
that it wouldn't work.  She'd met the man face to face.  He might have taken
photographs.  Hell, he could have videotaped their entire session.

There was a line outside the parking garage and it took her nearly ten minutes
between pulling into the line and turning off the car in a parking space.  She
checked her make up -- as if it mattered to the blackmailer -- and picked up
her tiny purse.  Everything had been emptied out except her driver's license,
twenty dollars in cash, lipstick, the toothbrush and toothpaste, and the KY
jelly.  No use carrying the entire wallet or much of anything else.  And, it
might turn out to be dangerous.  What if he stole her purse?

At the door of the hotel, she stopped cold.  The concierge!  How to get past
him?  

Inside the hotel lobby, there were few guests.  It looked like a light morning.
 If she walked in, he'd be certain to see her as she made the long walk from
the door to the elevators.

She pushed the door open and looked inside.  He was not at his post!  

It was too dangerous to wait for an elevator.  Swiftly, she crossed the space
between the front door and the stairwell.  Pushing the door open, slid through,
then pulled it shut behind her.  Softly, she walked up the two flights of
stairs that brought her to the third floor.  Then, she exited and walked to the
elevator - pushed the UP button.

She was in.  Now, she just had to avoid him on the way out.

+ + +

"Mr. Harris?" she whispered as she knocked on the door.

Inside the room, a laugh and then footsteps.  The peephole darkened and the
lock slid open.

"Back again, hm?  Well, I'm glad you were available.  You folks certainly cater
to requests, don't you?"

"Look, why don't you cut the crap?  I want to get this over with - what will it
take for you to leave me alone?"

He stared at her, took a deep breath, and scratched his belly.  "I'm not sure
what you mean.  I mean, I called you, you came.  I even asked for you by name.
Don't you like me?"

She shook her head.  "Cut out the 'I called your agency' shit.  You have the
chats, I want you to keep them quiet, can't we just be up front about it?"

A blank look spread across his face.  He turned and walked across the room to
the small refrigerator.  With only a slight look of concern, he swung the door
open and took out a can of beer.  The top gave a loud "pfft!" noise as he
pulled the tab.

While he raised the can and took a long drink, Diane watched him.  He was
toying with her, trying to get back into the roles.  Fuck him, maybe she would
unnerve him by not backing down.

"I want to know what you want," she said again.

Harris wiped his lips on the back of his hand, put the beer can down on the
dresser, and started unbuttoning his shirt.  "Honey, I don't know what it is
you're talking about, but I know what I want and I think you do too.  Yesterday
was nice - I love your mouth - but this time I want some pussy.  So, what say
we drop the game playing and you get out of those clothes and onto the bed,
hmmm?"

Resist or capitulate? she wondered.  Force his hand or take the easy way out?
Her resolve started to grow - she realized that she had to nip this in the bud.

"Jim doesn't care about the printouts - I told him about them.  You can forget
it, the arrangement's off," she yelled, then turned and started walking toward
the door.
"Hold it, Sandra!" he commanded.  She turned around and stared at him.  He was
holding the telephone receiver.  "They warned me that you might try something
and said that, if you did, I was to call the desk and ask for them to send
someone from security to escort you down.  And that you would really not want
me to do that.  Is that correct?"

His eyes gave away nothing.  He might do it.  This was even worse than sending
the printouts - she'd be brought home by a policeman, dressed like this, with
the blackmailer's story on top of the evidence of the printouts.  She felt
herself lose her will.

"That..that's correct," she muttered, dropping her purse to the floor.

"That's what I thought."  He set the phone back on its cradle.  "Now, why don't
we come over here and be nice to each other?"

Slowly, she walked back to the bed and sat on the edge.  Bending down, she slid
the shoe off her left foot, then her right.  She pulled the blouse out of the
skirt, then unsnapped and unzipped the skirt and stood up, letting it fall to
the floor. 

"OK, so fuck me."

Harris stepped out of his pants and stood wearing the same boxers as yesterday.
 

He walked to the bed, leaned over her, and kissed her on the mouth.  "I know
you whores don't usually allow this, but for $200, they said I'd get all kinds
of special treatment..."  When he slid his tongue between her lips, she
resisted.  His hands reached underneath her and grabbed her ass cheeks.

"Come on, honey, play nice," he urged.  She opened her mouth and let him slide
his tongue in.  She didn't move her lips or body.

"Hey! Listen, that's enough bullshit!  Let's see some action for my money,
huh?" 

The tone in his voice scared her and she started rubbing her hands up and down
his back.  When he kissed, she kissed back.  Hesitantly at first, but then she
closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy what she could.  He was gentle for
the most part, his hands enjoying the feel of her hips and legs, his kiss,
sloppy but considerate.

She took his limp cock in her hand, stroked it lightly.  With her other hand,
she slid the boxers off over his ass and down to his knees.  She slid further
toward the middle of the bed and spread her legs, letting him lay between her
open thighs. His lips moved down to her neck and he kissed, licked, and
nibbled.  She felt herself start to get wet.  Imagined that he was one of the
lovers she'd sought out in the chats, this time in the flesh. She tried to
remember a favorite cyber session, trying to let that memory run in her mind
and get her excited.

His organ stiffened and he started immediately for her cunt.  She opened
herself and let him slide in - maybe this would be over quickly.  He moaned as
his cockhead slid between the outer lips, then nearly collapsed when she raised
her hips to meet him, taking the entire cock in one quick thrust.

"There we are, honey, give it to me," she whispered in what she hoped was sexy
tone. Anything to get him moving along quicker.  "Come on, I love to feel that
big cock splitting me open..."

Her tongue ran up and down his neck, her left hand reached between their
bellies and tried to find his balls.  

"You're nice and wet," he whispered.

"For you, anything," she answered back, lying.

He started humping seriously now, up and down, the bed shaking under his
weight.  She felt her legs being pushed flat, sweat from him underarms and
belly starting to trickle down onto her body there under him.  She had to
remove her hand because he was so heavy.

"Good little pussy, good little cunt," he was whispering over and over as he
fucked her.  "Good little..ooooh...."

She felt the warm liquid ooze into her cunt, felt his cock go limp and his body
collapse on top of her.  She tried to raise her knees a bit to get some relief
from his weight, but could only get them a few inches off the mattress.  His
hair filled her eyes, nose, mouth, she smelled his sweaty scalp and neck.  His
hands were still under her ass but they went limp.  He'd fallen asleep.

"Hey! This isn't part of the deal," she yelled, pushing him off of her.  He
rolled over on his side, then laughed.

"OK, OK.  Listen, get down there and lick me clean.  Then, you can leave.  Your
money's on the table, same as before. I'm in town two more days, maybe I'll
call you again," he said.  "For now, I need a nap.  Damn, you're nice."  He
pulled down the covers, slid under them, and pulled them halfway up his legs.
"Come on, clean me up."

She bent down over him, took the limp member in her fingers.  Her tongue slid
lightly over the shaft, at the base, to the head, licking his cum and her cunt
juices.  After just a few minutes, she heard his breath go very slow and even.

"Fuck you, asshole," she spat.  He was asleep.  He'd actually fallen asleep
with her in the room, licking his dick clean.

Stepping in the skirt and blouse, she watched him.  She considered searching
the room - for a wallet, for a laptop computer, for luggage, something more
that she could use to get him to cut this out.  A quick look around the room
found nothing she could use and she was afraid that opening the drawers would
wake him.  Maybe next time.

+ + + end of Chapter 5


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