03-13-2023, 03:03 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-13-2023, 03:18 AM by Alistair Bishop.)
We have some business to attend to.
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Alistair possessed a certain sensibility: raw, bare metal, take what he wanted when he wanted ethos. He was always in control, always in charge, and took no shit from anyone.
Alistair checked his watch. 1:56 AM. “On time,” Alistair murmured to himself, stifling a sly smile.
Anticipation has been rising since he was invited to this room at this time. Jade was definitely more than a simple rat. Something was very different about her; drawing him. It was uncontrollable. Almost uncomfortable. Her siren eyes, the tilt of her face. The curl of her finger. Everything called him. Two hours passed in the blink of an eye. How had he even arrived at the hotel? A taxi? The train? He shook off the gray thoughts, remembering her acquaintance. He took a deep breath, ready, and entered the hotel.
As the hotel elevator carried him up, he daydreamed of what was coming. Not just two women, but these two women. He was breathing steady, but the elevator could not move fast enough. His soft blue eyes stared at the lights flickering one by one. Three. Four. Five... Like the best meal of your life melting on the tongue. He savored the sights, the taste, the feelings.
Then the elevator dinged. Six. The doors opened, revealing a private lobby and a single door. Room 601 stood opposite.
Alistair glanced at his watch once again. 1:58. Close enough.
He squinted his eyes and walked forward.
Knock, knock, knock
Alistair stepped back a foot. He wore a plain black t-shirt, fitted, showing his muscular build, a pair of denim jeans and brown worn leather boots. He stared at the door as it opened.
Jade answered alongside the woman from the club leaning against the wall. They welcomed him into a foyer
“Come in, baby.” The second woman spoke. Her voice was sultry and siren. Jade flicked her finger with a come-in gesture.
Both women clung to each side of Alistair like moths to a flame. Their bodies pressed against each side of him. The curves rubbing up and down as the three of them walked forward. They showed him to a solid black-painted door trimmed with a gold handle. It opened, but Alistair was preoccupied with their hands sliding up and down his ribs. Alistair seemed to have floated into the room with these two women, who themselves seemed to have slithered their way with him.
But with one sentence, the scene changed and snapped Alistair out of his hypnotic, unquenchable lust-filled trance.
“Mr. Petrovich, our guest has arrived.” Both women spoke in unison with an eerie tone.
Alistair blinked at the mention of a man's name. He looked up to see a sizable Russian man in a white suit sitting at the end of a long table. To the side, another man was gagged and blindfolded, tied to a chair. He looked terrified. Alistair frowned, looked at Jade and the second woman, then immediately pivoted to leave, but two large men blocked the door, and the women scurried to the side of the room. Jade flashed a final, satisfied glance at him just before she disappeared behind a black curtain.
He slowly turned back to face the man at the table.
“We’ve been expecting you, Alistair. We have some business to attend to.” Mr. Petrovich slowly spoke in heavy-accented English.
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Alistair possessed a certain sensibility: raw, bare metal, take what he wanted when he wanted ethos. He was always in control, always in charge, and took no shit from anyone.
Alistair checked his watch. 1:56 AM. “On time,” Alistair murmured to himself, stifling a sly smile.
Anticipation has been rising since he was invited to this room at this time. Jade was definitely more than a simple rat. Something was very different about her; drawing him. It was uncontrollable. Almost uncomfortable. Her siren eyes, the tilt of her face. The curl of her finger. Everything called him. Two hours passed in the blink of an eye. How had he even arrived at the hotel? A taxi? The train? He shook off the gray thoughts, remembering her acquaintance. He took a deep breath, ready, and entered the hotel.
As the hotel elevator carried him up, he daydreamed of what was coming. Not just two women, but these two women. He was breathing steady, but the elevator could not move fast enough. His soft blue eyes stared at the lights flickering one by one. Three. Four. Five... Like the best meal of your life melting on the tongue. He savored the sights, the taste, the feelings.
Then the elevator dinged. Six. The doors opened, revealing a private lobby and a single door. Room 601 stood opposite.
Alistair glanced at his watch once again. 1:58. Close enough.
He squinted his eyes and walked forward.
Knock, knock, knock
Alistair stepped back a foot. He wore a plain black t-shirt, fitted, showing his muscular build, a pair of denim jeans and brown worn leather boots. He stared at the door as it opened.
Jade answered alongside the woman from the club leaning against the wall. They welcomed him into a foyer
“Come in, baby.” The second woman spoke. Her voice was sultry and siren. Jade flicked her finger with a come-in gesture.
Both women clung to each side of Alistair like moths to a flame. Their bodies pressed against each side of him. The curves rubbing up and down as the three of them walked forward. They showed him to a solid black-painted door trimmed with a gold handle. It opened, but Alistair was preoccupied with their hands sliding up and down his ribs. Alistair seemed to have floated into the room with these two women, who themselves seemed to have slithered their way with him.
But with one sentence, the scene changed and snapped Alistair out of his hypnotic, unquenchable lust-filled trance.
“Mr. Petrovich, our guest has arrived.” Both women spoke in unison with an eerie tone.
Alistair blinked at the mention of a man's name. He looked up to see a sizable Russian man in a white suit sitting at the end of a long table. To the side, another man was gagged and blindfolded, tied to a chair. He looked terrified. Alistair frowned, looked at Jade and the second woman, then immediately pivoted to leave, but two large men blocked the door, and the women scurried to the side of the room. Jade flashed a final, satisfied glance at him just before she disappeared behind a black curtain.
He slowly turned back to face the man at the table.
“We’ve been expecting you, Alistair. We have some business to attend to.” Mr. Petrovich slowly spoke in heavy-accented English.