Stories from outside your window part 5

The key went in, unlocking the door.She turned the knob, opening it.Pitch black inside.
''Where is it?'' she said.Every time she couldn't find the light switch, although she'd been there a thousand and one times before.She finally turned on the light.
''Ah, much better''.
The room she was facing appeared as any other hotel room. Small, badly-furnished and a certain ''this is not your home'' look.
It wasn't a luxury room.Actually, the hotel neon lacking an ''O'' that was outside was misguiding the potential clients.
This was no three star hotel, a mere two star in the official documents, and that because the owner had connections.
But she didn't mind.
The owner didn't ask much and kept on his business, all one needed to get a room was money and an ID. One could be a wanted criminal throughout the world, it wouldn't have mattered, just an amount of money would do the trick and no one would batter an eye.She spent most of her time in this room.
She'd been in the big city for three years, for college, and her roomates,where she was actually living, were not trust-worthy, she thought.That's why she'd keep all her money in the cramped safe behind the only painting in the room. She enjoyed what she was doing, it brought money for classes and exams.
Her parents couldn't afford it, so she had to work. And normal jobs were badly-paid and too few.She was beautiful. Dark-blonde hair, blue eyes, thin figure and lovely lips.
The type of girl the guys at the college would drop their tongues on the floor for,but she had been telling them she wanted to find true love and then get into any love activities. She knew that wasn't the case and sometimes it came hard to refrain a laugh when she'd tell them that.
She took off her coat, put the bags on the bed and sat down next to them, starting to pull out the items.
She'd been shopping. New lingerie, new night gowns, new methods of seduction. She was seductive enough, so any other accessories were coming second place. She'd meet the guy tonight at eight.
She picked them on the net. She had photos of hers put on a site and if anybody looked interested, negociations would start. Prices, time, day, all would be talked about and settled before the meeting would occur.
She liked to keep everything in check, so she wrote everybody's name on a notebook and all the info they'd give her. Blank pages were minoritary.
She'd need another one soon.She started trying on the lingerie. She looked good in every piece. She looked great without any.
But she thought that men got aroused more if they don't see much. ''Get excited about what you're gonna see'' type of thinking, rather than just ''hand it all over on a plate''.
There was a knock on the door.
It must've been him. It should've been him.
She put away the bags and receipts, throwing unnecessary stuff in a small closet facing the bed.

She opened the door.
There he was.
Roses in his hand, tall, handsome , but with a certain twist. He looked as if smiling was not something he did often.
She invited him in, closing the door.They swapped kisses on the cheeks, him handing the roses.
-Thank you! she said in a blushing manner, though she could not care less.
This was business, not some sort of ''fall out for the guy'' reality show.
-You look even more beautiful than in photos, he replied.
He slightly smiled. It didn't actually look like a smile, it resembled a wolf grinning while cornering a sheep. ''You're mine now!'' was written all over his face.
She put the roses on the nightstand and took a seat on the bed.
-Should I put some music on?
-Please do, he said, observing the room.
She hit the play button on a small stereo system atop the nightstand.
The usual sax-driven, cheesy romantic music. She had found the cd in a second hand store, bumping the sticker ''sensual music for couples''. The cd bore the name ''Sounds of relaxation''.
They started kissing and kissing, one body attached to another, him still clothed, her half-naked. He took his jacket off, throwing it in a corner of the room, keeping caressing her young body.They stopped kissing.
-So, how do you wanna do this? she asked
He looked her in the eye.He didn't look the macho part, but his eyes showed a dominating force.
-You could start with a striptease....
-Naughty naughty! she smiled.
They kissed a few more times. She stood up, took a chair, positioned it in the centre of the room, in front of him.The music wasn't the best choice for her dance, but neither cared. He didn't move his eyes off her, she watched every reaction.They both looked in a trance, she liking to put up a show , him enjoying it.
She clearly had done this before, cause she seemed to have a dance pattern, carefully crafted and already practised.
She took the red gown off, liberating her lovely breasts from the fabric.He stood up, came close to her and told her to sit down on the chair.She listened to him. He proceeded to kiss her breasts, licking softly the nipples, turning them hard.
It was all for business, but now was getting more into fun territory. He weighed her a couple of times from head to toe and then spoke softly to her ear.
-I wanna tie you up!
It wasn't the first time a ''client'' had asked for kinky things, so she nodded.
He spread her legs, pulling her feet to the back of the chair, tying her hands as well.She remained motionless, waiting for the next step to happen.
From the back of the chair, overlooking her head to her breasts, he started touching her body, easy-massaging at first and then turning into a fight between his fingers and her skin. She liked it.
She couldn't remember if she ever liked it for real, and when had it happened. The guy was turning out to be a full package, having both the looks and the moves.He turned her facing him. Went through one of his jeans' pockets and took out a small roll of scotch tape. He taped her three times.
It was amazing how many things he'd gotten out of his pockets, though his jeans had not looked bulky when he first entered the room. Rope and now, tape.He started biting her nipples in a painful manner now , till she started struggling and tried to speak from beneath the tape, covering her mouth. He took the tape off.
-Now, what the fuck are you doing?? she yelled at him
-Oh sorry, I got carried away...
-Carried away my ass....that hurt, you know.Please, untie me.
He had a dissapointed look on his face. Boo hoo, his game had ended..
He untied his ankles and hands. He apologised for that and all of a sudden a fist plunged into her face, making her fall back with the chair. He continued slapping and hitting her while she was mobilised on the floor, trying to cover herself up from his heavy hits.
She hadn't planned a beating for that day, but she pretty much was experiencing one now. The guy had not only the looks and moves, but also knew how to hit her. He took her off the floor like a rag, threw her into bed, face down, tying her again. This time violently and roughly. There was blood coming out of her nose.He took her head in his arms, putting his left hand on her mouth, preventing her from screaming.He whispered into her ear.
-You've been a naughty girl, Sarah..
He suddenly knew her real name, she'd always give a fake one.
-And I'm here to give you a lesson, he continued.But first I need you to tell me where's the money......And don't scream, otherwise you force me to show more brutality, though I don't like using it.
He barely could understand her through the sobs and weaping, but the few intelligible words were enough. He turned the music volume higher and engaged into having anal sex with her, all the time pulling her hair. She tried to struggle and break free, to get him off her, but there was no use.
It was the first anal experience she ever had, maybe she really was waiting for someone special.He got off her, untied the ropes, hiting her again just in case she'd start screaming; and went for the painting. Behind it, a small , unlocked safe carried all her savings. And she had quite an amount there. The notebook wasn't full with names for nothing. He went through the stacks and threw a few notes to her
.-Get yourself cleaned up, whore! he said in a disgusted tone.
She had been crying for some while now, laying there in a fetus position.He picked his jacket up, took another look at her and the room.
-You've been offering good service for the price you've asked. Hope I've done likewise.
He started laughing.
-And, oh, don't try to go to the police, it wouldn't help.....I'm one of them...
He wanted to show her the badge, but she wasn't looking at him.He went out the door, whistling.
She remained there, beaten, bruised, cold and ashamed.
There was nothing beautiful about her now.
She'd go home.
She'd leave this fucking city.
She'd rip the pages of the notebook and throw it.
She'd cancell all the info off the net and out of her head.
She'd go home...But what would she tell her parents?
That was the last thing on her mind now.
She'd go as far away from this place as possible.
There was nothing here for her.
She had no money left.
She had nothing left to sell of her anymore..........