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"Sorry I'm late," said Theryl, with a toss of her wildly curly red hair. She flashed me a smile, and winked one of her cat-like green eyes. She had overheard some of the conversation, and knew her boss well, for the go-getter I admittedly was (and still am).

"You already apologized on the phone," I told her. "Thanks for calling in. This is-?"

I left the question open for the young man to answer. "Tommy. Tommy Boy." He said quickly, catching my drift.

"Tommy Boy." I told Theryl, returning her wink. "And I'm Kayla, she's Theryl, and now that we're all acquainted, I believe we were heading upstairs to my favorite room, isn't that right, Tommy?"

"Hell yes," the young man replied eagerly, and prepared to follow. I hiked my black latex skirt up an inch or two higher for his benefit, and left the confines of the bar. Tommy Boy met me at the door, and as soon as we stepped across the threshold, I was upon him, kissing him madly, deeply, with much vigor.

He had a lazy tongue, and was pretty much a lousy kisser all around. His hands were on my ass, squeezing the buttocks firmly, but not as firmly as I would have liked... These two things only irritated me further, and were inspiration enough for me to turn the kiss into a harsh one, one that left him gasping for breath as I pushed him up against the front desk of the hotel portion of the Boulevard. Nancee, who was at the desk, ignored my aggressive manner, being used to my appearances at the front desk with my various flavors of the week.

Leaving the young man breathing heavily at my side, I smiled at Nancee with my kiss-swollen lips. The keycard to my office was presented to me immediately. "The keycard to room two-oh-nine, please," I added, as an afterthought. To my knowledge, it was vacant.

"Certainly," she replied, and was quick to hand it over.

We ascended the steps quickly, with Tommy Boy bringing up my rear, peeking as much as he possibly could at the athletically firm young ass that wore crotch-less panties beneath the latex miniskirt that clung to me like a second skin. As I was opening the door to the second floor, he approached me from behind and pressed his pelvis into my ass. I could feel the beginnings of Tommy Boy's hardness there, and was immediately brought to feelings of excitement... The poor boy had no idea of what I had in store for him.

This was going to be fun...

The walk down the hall was a short one; I inserted the keycard in the slot provided in door two-oh-nine, and opened it wide, allowing a grinning Tommy Boy to step through the doorway into pitch black darkness. I closed the door behind me, and felt him approach.

"Take your clothes off." I instructed him flatly, as his hands felt for me in the dark.

"You show me yours, I'll show you mine," he said, trying to be suave. He felt for my breasts, so I crossed my arms.

"Take your clothes off, or this ends now." I growled, keeping perfectly still.

For a long moment, he was quiet. His hands fell away from my breasts. I could tell that he was wondering at my cool tone, and was maybe beginning to suspect that things were going to be done my way, or not at all...

"Fine," he relented, and I heard the zipper of his jeans slide down. "I'll take my clothes off."

My clit twitched in response. I was going to give him a night that would be memorable for the both of us, but one that he would never be able to forget... and I promised him this. "You'll never forget what I'm going to do to you tonight."

"Is that a threat?" He asked, and froze where he stood.

"No, dear ­ that's merely a promise." He seemed satisfied with my answer, because the next thing I knew, my eyes adjusted to the dim light offered by the closed drapes, and I could see his leopard- print G-string: a G-string that was tent polling with his beautiful erection. His jeans hit the floor with a soft thud, and a small grin broke out on my face.

He took a step towards me. "Look, Kayla ­"

I put a finger to his lips, silencing him. "Now your shirt." Begrudgingly, he complied. "And your G-string. But leave your socks on."

"Leave my socks on?" He asked, confused.

"It's kinkier that way," was my brisk explanation. I was losing what little remained of my patience...

"Leave my socks on?" He repeated.

"Look, Tommy Boy, do you want to fuck or not?"

That silenced him. His reply was the sound of his shirt sliding over his head, and then hitting the floor near his jeans. He was beautiful, in the dimness, with a broad, muscular chest, and flat stomach that tapered down into lean hips, long legs, and strong-looking thighs. He removed his G-string next (the choice of underwear amused me ­ few guys walk around in G-strings...), and was completely nude to my eyes, save but for his black socks and the small gold cross on the thin gold chain that hung from his neck.

Brazen, I observed his eight inches of manhood: his penis was attractive enough, pointing up along the thin line of light-colored hair that ran from his groin to his navel. His erection was thick, and ribbed slightly in places; he had no foreskin, but a very nice head, shaped quite like a mushroom. A single drop of pre-cum glistened in the near dark; all in all, his was a very nice package.

Again, he approached me...

"Go lay face down on the bed." I told him, cutting off the squawk that had sounded in his throat ­ he had been about to talk.

"But-"

"Now."

"Lady, you sure drive a hard bargain..."

He really had no idea... no idea of what his big mouth had landed his small ass in. In silence, I picked up his clothing, and watched him climb unto the bed, white ass in the air. "Face down." I reminded him, and watched him comply. "Now wait for me here ­ I'll be right back. I have to slip into something more... comfortable."

I stepped back into the hallway with his clothing in my hands, and rushed to my office: room two-oh-six. Slipping the keycard into the door, I threw his clothing on the bed in the corner, and grabbed my 'bag of tricks' from beneath my broad desk. The duffel bag contained all that I would need... I quickly stripped off my gold shirt, and adjusted my black merry widow.

Locking my office door behind me, I returned to room two-oh-nine and heard Tommy Boy's sigh of relief.

"There you are ­ but where are my clothes."

"I moved them. Don't worry ­ they're in a safe place." I closed the door behind me, and he was bathed again in darkness.

"Could you turn the light on while you're there?" He asked meekly.

"I prefer 'doing it' in the dark." I told him, and approached the bed. He began to roll over, to face me, but I stopped him. "Face down!"