I lay there on Lara's soft thighs, my face still burning from the two hard slaps. I was only wearing a thin t-shirt now, my jeans half on from when I tried to leave. The red marks of her fingers were clearly printed on my cheeks. My heart was pounding hard.
In this high-end brothel I had seen all kinds of things — cheating husbands, secret affairs, women who loved to dominate, wild threesomes and foursomes, and even crazier stuff. I had dealt with customers and their strange fetishes and sudden mood swings many times. But today felt different. The woman who had been laughing, kissing, and cuddling with me all night had suddenly turned scary.
Lara's voice cut through the quiet room again. "Did I say that you can leave before time?"
Before I could answer, her hand came down hard once more. *SLAP!* The sting on my already red cheek made me flinch.
