Alice Reynolds received a phone call in the middle of her presentation. She was having an interactive discourse on a new pharmaceutical product. It was her husband, Mac. She excused herself in front of the marketing panel and got out from the air-conditioned conference room.
“Mac?”
“Mrs Reynolds?” The voice at the other end of the phone was light and joking; Alice could imagine Mac with his teasing smile.
“Mac! I’m in the middle of a presentation on the Herbal Skin Toning. Can we talk later?”
“No we can’t, Mrs Reynolds. I want to talk to you now.”
“Ok, ok... What is it?”
“Mrs Reynolds, you are distracted and not taking me seriously.” Mac’s voice had regained its apparent seriousness. She had heard this reproach often in the last months but being head of the Marketing Team was no easy task.
Alice sighed and yielded. After all, it was their third wedding anniversary today.
“I am sorry. Tell me, honey, what is it?”
“Mr Reynolds is under hostage. The ransom price is a one night date with her lovely brunette wife. I want to fuck her till the early morning hours. I will send you a parcel with further details on how you should meet me tonight.”
Alice frowned as the line was disconnected. She felt a sudden surge of wetness in between her thighs. What new game was Mac up to?
2.
At 2 p.m. in the afternoon, her secretary knocked on her door with a brown, well-sealed parcel addressed to Mrs Reynolds and clearly marked as private.
“This has just been received madam.”
Her secretary looked at her blankly as she handed over the bag. Alice locked the door before proceeding to the unravelling of the mysterious package. There was a white envelope along with a black plastic bag inside. The bag contained a pair of silky red underwear, a short revealing black dress and black fishnet hosiery. The envelope read: “Dress up in these. A taxi will pick you up at 6.30 p.m. sharp and lead you to me. Mr F.”
Alice was restless for the remaining part of the day. She wanted to run home and have sex with Mac straight away but reality called out to her through the dozens of emails she had to respond to.
3.
After her bath, Alice climbed up their bedroom. It was neat and untouched. She shrugged her shoulders; maybe Mac had planned a real good dinner.
The taxi stopped at their door at the time specified. The driver gave her an envelope as she entered. It read: “Come over in Room 41, ask the concierge, he will lead you to me. Mr F.”
They came to a stop in front of a cheap hotel. The kind of hotel where people stopped by for casual sex. She got out and numbly reached out for the door knob. As soon as she stepped in, a thin blond boy in his early twenties introduced himself as the concierge. He then said:
“Mrs Reynolds? Mr F is waiting for you in room 41. Second floor, at the far right end”
She turned red at the mention of her name associated with a Mr F. Mac was crazy. She hurried up the dusty red carpet, at the direction the concierge pointed. The hotel itself tried to look elegant with its red velvet carpet and chandeliers, yet Alice could not escape the fact that this place was profane. She knocked against a half-dressed smiling whore on the staircase. Her lipstick was smeared across her face. She could hear the plaintive whines of women as they were being stuffed by hard cocks. In a room that had been left slightly ajar, she caught sight of a blonde woman in her late thirties sucking a black cock. The whole atmosphere set her senses on fire.
She finally stopped in front of room 41. She went in and closed the hard wooden door behind her. She turned her gaze steadily towards Mr F.
4.
“So you are finally here, Mrs Reynolds.”
Alice sat down and looked up at him. His green eyes misted over and he licked his moist lips as she neared him.
The sight of his handsome familiar face made her smile. And horny. She would play along, she decided, at whatever game he had chosen for their special day.
The room had a king sized bed in the far end, a table in the middle and a large mirror in the wall, directly facing the table.
“I am here, as you see, Mr F. I will spend the night with you in this brothel instead of being in the arms of my husband.”
Mr F. nodded, and then gently dragged her chair facing his. He gently leaned over her and covered her mouth with his, caressing her hair and throat. The kiss was teasing at first, but she moaned as he gently bit her lips and licked them. The kiss turned into a wild one. He unzipped the black sleeveless dress. He motioned her up and pulled her close to him, in between his legs, until she felt his hard cock against her. Her breasts were at level with his mouth and he reached inside her dress, squeezing her tight nipples.
“Mac...”
He suddenly let go of her and pulled her by her hair down till she bent down and her lips reached his.
“I’m Mr F.” he said fiercely. “You will be punished for this mistake.”
He smeared her lipstick over her cheek with a finger. He then ruffled up her hair and tore her dress as if it were a mere bandage with the table knife. He cupped one breast out of her silky bra and motioned her to sit again. By now, Alice was so wet she had trouble keeping her role.
“You’re now like the perfect bitch.” Mr F. whispered in her ear, gently licking her earlobe. She shivered and glanced at her reflection into the mirror. Her brown tits stood out wildly. Her perfect red lipstick was carelessly sprawled over her cheek. Just like that whore, she thought.