LACY
I got off the phone with Aaliyah just as the taxi stopped in front of the hotel. I paid the taxi driver and got out of the taxi. My longing eyes watched as he drove off. Every bit of me wanted to scream for him to please take me out of here.
But I held my tongue, straightened my back, and began climbing the steps. I approached the receptionist just as ‘he’d’ ordered me to. She handed me a bag. I smiled blankly at her and headed for the elevator.
It was just me in the elevator. Just then my phone beeped.
It was a text message. From him. Mad Dog.
-Put it on-
I opened the bag to see what was inside. Pasties. And a g-string.
Of course. Typical mad dog.
Without hesitation, I took off my clothes and my underwear. I wore the pasties and the g-string. The elevator door opened.
