CHAPTER 22: CHAPTER 22

I hand him my credit card.

As the clerk taps on his keyboard, I notice that he’s handsome, even in the lame red uniform the hotel makes him wear. He couldn’t be more than 30, and he’s got surfer-boy looks. His name tag says "Phil."

He hands me back my credit card.

"Thank you very much, Stephanie," he says.

He banged a couple more keys on the computer and then ran a plastic card through a machine next to his computer.

"Here’s your room key. You’ll be in suite 2204. And I’ll be up to see you soon."

"Up to see me? For what?"

Phil smiles.

"Your stepmother invited me to the party."

I’m stunned.

"Party? What party?"

Phil’s smile widens.

"We’re gonna have fun," he says. "The elevator is around the corner to the left."

That’s when I knew her plans. This woman really wants to make me her sex slave. Now with a guy. That can never happen.

I walked until he’s out of my sight. I took my phone and dialed the police hotline.

They picked up immediately.

Me: "This is Joshua."

Police: "How can I help you, sir?"

Me: "I need help at the Westin hotel in Longwood, exit 21. Room 2204. Be there in 30 minutes from now. Arrest everybody in the room. They are unarmed."

I hung up.

I step onto the elevator with a guy in a crisp suit and a briefcase. His eyes linger on me just long enough to register that something isn’t right and then divert to the floor. They stay there until he steps off the elevator on the ninth floor. I ride up to 22 and find my room.

The suite opens into a living room with white tile floors and black, leather furniture. A big picture window looks out over the interstate, the suburbs, and the city skyline off in the distance.

I daintily lower myself onto one of the black leather chairs, careful not to tear my dress. I open my phone and call Maya. She answers on the second ring.

"I’m here," I say. "Room 2204."

"Good," she says. "Order up some porn on the TV, and I’ll be there in 10 minutes."

I close my phone and pick up the remote control. The hotel offers an extensive list of pay-per-view flicks. One called "Cum Suckers No. 18" looks promising. I order it for $21.95. The movie has no plot, just an endless series of guys cumming on chicks’ faces.

9 minutes flies by. A knock comes at the door. I open it. Maya struts by me without saying a word. She’s looking sexy as ever in her tight, gray business suit and black high heels. She reminds me of Sarah Palin, except with bigger tits and red hair.

When I close the door behind me, she looks me over from head to toe.

"I see you’re ready for our party," she says.

"I don’t get it," I say. "What party?"

She sits on the leather couch.

"Come over here," she says, while patting the cushion next to her.

I went over and sat down. She takes me by the hand and looks into my eyes.

"You know your father is cheating on me, don’t you?" she asks.

I shake my head.

"It’s true," she sighs. "Unfortunately, there isn’t much I can do."

"Why not divorce him?" I ask.

"I thought about that. I could divorce him and take half of everything he owns. But you know what? It’s not enough. Your father has so much money, I wouldn’t even know. He could keep right on with his women and cars and trips to Europe without even pausing to catch his breath."

"OK, then. What do you want?"

She comes in close, boring into me with her brown eyes.

"His son’s soul."

I jump back.

"What the fuck are you talking about? My soul?"

A truly evil grin spreads across her face. "You are going to be my bitch here," she said.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"It means that I’m making you into my sex slave. Your main purpose in life will be to satisfy my twisted appetites. See, I’m a member of a secret little sex club. There are about 20 of us. I think you’ve already met one of the other members—Phil down at the front desk."

"Anyway, we get into all kinds of weird group sex. And when I put the word out that I could blackmail you into being our bitch, I got a very enthusiastic response," she said, smiling.

"This is too messed up to even think about," I said.

"Maybe you can think about this—what would your father do if he knew you liked to dress up in girl’s underwear? Think he might kick you out of the house? Think he might write you out of his will?" she said with a wicked smile on her face.

"You are one sick bitch," I yelled at her.

"You don’t know how sick—not yet," she said.

Another knock comes at the door before I can even begin to digest what Maya is telling me.

"But you’re about to find out," Maya says.

She goes over to the door and opens it. Phil, the front-desk clerk, walks in. As Maya lets go of the door, Phil leaps on her. He wraps her in a bear hug and grabs the hair at the back of her head. He jerks back Maya’s head and plants a sloppy kiss on her lips. I can see their tongues darting into each other’s mouths.

She’s really serious about what she said. I was shocked seeing my father’s wife kissing a stranger. Not just a normal kiss, but a deep kiss. I feel like strangling the two of them, but I know I can’t do anything.

I was sitting, watching a lady my dad married, kissing another guy in front of his son. So devilish and disrespectful.

When Phil has enough, he pushes her away and fixes his gaze on me. I feel like clawing his eyes out. He’s just a bastard.

"Is that her?" he asks, smiling.

"Yeah," Maya replied, turning to look at me.

Phil licks his lips. I squirm and pull at the hem of my dress.

"She’ll do nicely," Phil says.

"She’s a virgin," Maya says.

"Even better," Phil says. "Can we start now?"

"No," Maya says. "We have to wait for the others."

"Others?" I ask. "What others?"

Phil looks at Maya with a smirk.

"You didn’t tell her?" he asks.

"Not yet," Maya says.

Phil shakes his head.

"You evil bitch," he says.

She smirks back.

"Got that right," she says.

I’ve had enough. I stand up.

"What the fuck is going on?" I ask.

"You’re going to get gang-fucked," Maya says.

"Gang-fucked?" I ask. "How many we talking’?"

"Depends on how many can make it," she says.

"I never agreed to that," I say.

"It was never up to you," she says. "Now sit down and shut up before I decide to call your father."

I dropped down onto the couch and folded my arms defiantly. Before I could think of anything else to say, someone else knocked at the door. She opened it and in walked one of the hugest men I’ve ever seen. He was like a side of beef on legs. The guy was over six feet and at least 250 pounds of pure muscle. He had short, black hair and wore a black shirt that barely contained his bulk.

"So I hear you got a whore that needs some abuse," he says.

"You heard right," Maya says. "That piece of shit on the couch is what you’re looking for."

Muscles zeroes in and lunges toward me. I flinch. Maya catches him by the collar, and Muscles stops dead in his tracks. Although he is twice Maya’s weight, she has total control over him.

"Not yet, Luke," she says. "More are on the way."

Phil laughs and claps Luke on the shoulder.

"That’s why I like you, Luke," he says.

Luke grunts and relaxes his shoulders. But he never takes his eyes off me. He’s like an animal working on pure instinct. I stare back at him, wondering where I’ve seen him. Then it hits me: he’s been at the house. He is Maya’s personal trainer.

Maya and Phil come sit on the couch with me, while Luke settles into a love seat. We all sit around the TV, silently watching porn for about 15 minutes. The room is totally quiet, except for the moaning and grunting coming from the movie. I sneak peeks at Luke and Phil. They have big bulges in their pants. Pressure in the room is building. It feels like it could blow at any moment.

I’m totally shocked at who knocks at the door next. It’s our next-door neighbor, Stephen, and his trophy wife, Lisa. He has good looks and probably has a lot of money.

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