There was a mirror on a little table on the other side of the room so Alice had walked across the room wearing just a sheer G-string and a sheer bra, ...rushed her hair then returned to put a dress on.All the time that she had been doing that the man had been talking to her telling her what shots he would be talking.The first two dresses that Alice tried on were deliberately old, very modest dresses but when she went to put on the third and last dress she took the bra off and stood facing the man. ” I walked through the big house, naked, hurrying past the large windows even though there weren’t any neighbors nearby. I reached his room and settled down on the large bed, the silk sheets soft against my skin. He didn’t leave me waiting long, but it was enough time to start second guessing what was going on. He strolled in, leisurely shedding his clothes. But when he came over to me, I tried to pull away. He pinned me easily, leaning forward to kiss me. When I turned away, he grabbed a. The woman wanted to go home; the man, obnoxiously drunk, wanted to stay the party. They went back and forth for a few moments, their voices getting louder, until the woman finally slapped the man and started walking up the sidewalk toward me. The man, stunned and angry, watched her go for several moments before firing the most pointed rejoinder he could muster - "Fine, bitch!" - before returning to the restaurant from which they'd come.Before I was consciously aware that I had made my choice, I. He designed her outfit. He requested she take fifteen minutes at the hotel bar before joining him upstairs.And so, not long before this very moment, she had walked into the hotel bar, eight floors below, swaying with false confidence. Her tits were mushed in the tiny micro-tee he had asked her to buy. Her ass was barely contained in a ten inch velvet skirt. No bra. No panties. Four inch heels. Long, wavy auburn hair framing piercing green eyes.Shit, the bar is crowded. She expected only a.