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At his command
    When the maid opens the door to the room, she pauses for a moment to enjoy the sight of the early afternoon sunlight streaming in through open curtains. She sets about her usual routine of tidying and cleaning, putting the room back in order and readying it for the next guest. She begins her work in the bathroom, and so does not notice the girl in the bed for quite some time.
    At the sound of the faint knocking the girls rises from the armchair and walks slowly the rich, deep carpet towards the door. Pausing for a moment at the antique mirror, she takes one last chance to check makeup and hair. She adjusts the plunging neckline of her tight-fitting dress, pulling it down to reveal a little more of her full breasts. Finally she is satisfied and reaches out for the door handle.
Waiting outside is the man she has been expecting, half an hour late and looking nervous as a school boy. He leans forwards, clearly anxious to reach the safety and anonymity of the hotel room, but realises just as he takes a step that she has not moved and is still blocking the way. He jerks to a halt just an inch from touching her, shocked to find that she is nearly as tall as he is. Glancing down he notices the stiletto heels she wears. Eyes lingering on shapely legs, he struggles to bring his gaze up to her face. Their eyes meet, and he fights to regain his composure. He did not expect her to be so… confident.
She remains silently in the doorway, leaning leisurely against the wall, with one hand resting on the handle. She forces him to pause and look at her. He breaks away from her gaze, and his eyes travel over the creamy skin of her bare shoulders, following the neckline of her black silk dress. His eyes catch a glimpse of ivory lace temptingly displayed where the curve of her breast disappears under the glossy fabric. Trapped between embarrassment and desire, the man holds his breath as his eyes devour her. After several excruciating moments, she smiles.
    “ Come on in.”
    As the man follows her into the room, she walks to the counter and pours him a drink. He takes it gladly and gulps most of it down in a single swallow. His eyes never leave her. She gestures to the chair that she has moved into the middle of the room. He sits down, suddenly realising that he is still wearing his jacket. As he moves clumsily to slip the garment off, she reaches out to help him and her hair falls forwards to brush against his cheek. He stops fumbling with the jacket sleeves, and allows her to gently slide him free. As she does so, he breathes in her scent, leaning forward to brush his lips against the soft flesh of her neck. Embarrassment forgotten, the man takes his first taste of her. She holds herself still, leaning over him as his tongue trails lightly over her collar bone. She closes her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his warm lips as they brush against the bulging curve of her breast. 
    The jacket is found in a crumpled heap behind the overturned chair, creased and inside-out. The maid picks it up, folds it and places it on her trolley.
    She leans away, and he finds that his anxiety has been overruled by a combination of the Scotch and his building desire to possess this girl. He watches her as she stands, her hands moving slowly to the fastening of her dress. He appraises her with growing satisfaction. She is a brunette, as he had requested, with hair long and loose about her shoulders. Her face is strikingly beautiful and he notices with approval that her makeup is subtle and natural. Satisfied that his requests have been honoured, he begins to feel more in control of the situation.
    Her eyes still locked on his, the girl slides first one arm, and then the other, free of her dress. The black silk slithers to the floor at her feet, revealing long legs wrapped in sheer black stockings. The man reaches out to touch her, and she extends her leg, perching her stiletto-clad foot on the seat of the chair, between his legs. First slipping