Steve Hemsworth tipped back his head and drained his glass, before putting it down on the bar. Right, time to hit the clubs, he thought, one last night of debauched lechery before he returned to the marital home and the loving embrace of his pretty but dumb young wife. This had been a good sales conference - a different woman bedded every night, and tonight would give him his 100% record. Amazing what good looks, a little wine, and a lot of cash could get you. He didn't set his standards too high, he found their desperation improved his chances immeasurably. And, after all, you don't look at the fireplace when stoking the fire-

"Hi, honey, can I buy you a refill?" He turned with surprise at the sultry female voice, and was even more amazed to find that it belonged to a sultry female - a tall, willowy young woman, to be precise. He recognised her from the conference, not usually a good hunting ground for him, but he looked this one over very appreciatively. She had always worn a trouser suit during their lectures and meetings, but even then he had noticed her peach of an ass, and the way her breasts pressed against the silky material of her blouse. Now that she was poured into a very fetching little black dress, he stared at her cleavage hungrily. Eventually, he looked up and noticed that she was very pretty as well.

"Oh, hi, er… Amanda, isn't it?" he responded, "I was just on my way out."

"I'm impressed you remembered my name," the young woman said with a smirk, "do you have to leave so soon? I thought we might… get to know each other a little better."

Steve was a little uncertain. He wasn't used to being chatted up by beautiful women - or, indeed, any women - it was usually the other way around, and it usually ended in a rejection. Not that that ever worried him - he was a true salesman in that, if they said ‘no’, it was their loss rather than his, and he just moved on to the next target. But this was different, and he wasn't entirely sure he liked the idea of a woman taking control of this kind of situation.

"I was just heading out to the nightclubs," he replied, "maybe you'd like to join me?"

"Why go out of the hotel?" Amanda purred, moving close and pressing her body against his, "when you can get everything you want right here?"

"Well, you don't exactly know what I want yet, do you?" Steve blustered, trying to get a grip of the conversation.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she whispered into his ear as she nibbled on it.

"Hell, yeah!" he enthused.

"Do you want to tie me up and spank me while you do it?" As she said this, she grabbed his erection through the front of his pants.

"Er, no?" he gasped, wondering if this was a trick question, to catch him out.

"You wouldn't turn down a girl who begged you to though, would you?" Amanda smiled, then headed for the door, pulling Steve along behind her. "Come on, I'm horny and I need to get laid!"

Five minutes later, they were at the door to her room. Amanda took the key card from her ample cleavage and pulled him inside. The room was just like any other in the hotel, except that this one had a stunning young black woman, in only bra and pants, draped across the sofa.

"Oh," Amanda said as she saw him staring at the other woman, "did I forget to mention that I'm bi? This is my girlfriend, Charlotte. Charlotte, this is… er… I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?"

"It's Steve," he responded, continuing to stare at the semi-naked woman, who was now smiling at him.

"Hi, Steve, nice to meet you," Charlotte said, completely unfazed, "I take it you're here to fuck this little slut of mine?"

"Er… I'm sorry, I didn't know," Steve mumbled, "I'll just leave you two to…"

"Don't be silly!" Charlotte said dismissively as she got up and went over to a suitcase on the stand, "Mandy’s been desperate for some cock all week! Here, you're going to need this." He watched in astonishment as the black girl took several lengths of rope from the case and passed it to him.

"Be sure and tie her up real tight, she likes it that way."

When he turned to Amanda, she had already taken off her dress and was standing in just a basque, suspenders, stockings and high heels.

"How'd you want to have me, honey?" she asked, hands on hips, "in the ass, in the pussy, do you want me to suck you off? Doggie fashion, or face-to-face? On the bed, up against the wall, or in the shower? Your choice, but don't worry, it's a long night, we can do it all!"

It was, indeed, a long night, and one unlike any other in Steve's experience. After a couple of false starts, and with a rope lesson from Charlotte, he frog-tied Amanda's legs, bound her arms together behind her back, and took her doggie-style on the bed. Afterwards, at her insistence, he had spanked her, but his hands had grown tired and he had to accept the offer of a paddle in order to give her what she wanted, which was a very rosy bottom and a very noisy climax.

He found it rather unnerving, and suffered some never-before-experienced ‘performance anxiety’, as Charlotte watched the entire proceedings with a detached yet clearly critical eye.

He had the gorgeous young blonde up against the wall, hanging from the light fitting and in the shower, but she seemed insatiable. When he necessarily had to take a break to recover, he found himself watching a girl-on-girl sex show, as Charlotte made her submissive partner lick her to a screaming orgasm, then sucked hungrily on the bound woman's breasts. All too soon, Steve was called back into action, and he was soon reaming her tight little ass, with her shouting into the gag thoughtfully applied moments before by her lover.

When he awoke the next morning, Steve couldn't remember a better night’s sex or a better night's sleep. Neither of the two young women were in the bed with him and, when he called out, there was no reply. Rather confused, he sat up and looked around, noticing that the suitcases were gone and the wardrobe doors were open, the closet empty. Mystified, he saw a note on the bedside table and picked it up.

Thanks for a great night, sweetie! Here's something for your trouble, buy yourself some pretty underwear. Amanda x’

He looked back down at the table and saw two $20 notes sitting there. Feeling his temper starting to rise, he threw back the covers and jumped to his feet.

And stopped. And stared. His crotch was bare, smooth. He had been shaved! Not only that but, in big black letters across his lower abdomen, was written the word ‘SLUT’! Horrified, he licked his thumb and frantically tried to wipe it off. When that failed, he ran into the bathroom and used the nail brush under the shower, until the skin was red raw, but it still wouldn't come off. Worse still, he realised that the word ‘FUCK’ was written on his left buttock, and the word ‘HERE’ on the right. It slowly dawned on him that he had been right royally screwed!

Things didn't get any better when he went to get dressed. His shirt, jeans, socks and shoes had all gone missing, and all he had to wear where his boxer shorts. He didn't have his own room key either, and realised he would have to go down to reception to get a replacement.

The ride down in the elevator was bad enough, as it was already occupied by an older couple, who looked totally shocked and offended to be standing alongside a nearly naked man. Things were not helped when two teenage girls got in on the sixth floor and proceeded to snigger and point until they reached the lobby.

Steve rushed out of the elevator, wanting to get this embarrassment over as quickly as possible, and it wasn't until it was too late that he realised his mistake. The lobby was not only full of guests checking out, but the guests checking out were his sales colleagues from around the country.

"Oh my God! Steve?!" Everyone turned around at once, and for a long, lingering moment, they stared at him and he stared at them, frozen with embarrassment.

"I can see that isn't the gun, so you must be pleased to see us!" Steve looked at the head of the queue and saw that it was Amanda who had made the quip. As the people around him laughed, he turned tail and ran, heading for the stairs to escape.

He was on the fifth floor by the time he stopped running, and he leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath and ease the stitch in his side. He couldn't believe that woman! She had used him for sex, pure and simple! He'd been targeted, just because he was fit, available, on his own in the city…

And then it slowly started to dawn on him…