Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
It took months of convincing, but here I am, checking into the oceanfront hotel under his name. Speaking it aloud at check-in gives me a thrill. There’s power behind his name; people know him here, and they know I’m not his wife. Whatever thoughts the hostess has, she keeps them to herself and shows me to the suite he’s picked out just for me. A whole weekend dedicated to being his little fuck doll.
The arrangement has perks for both of us, and the excitement of being just his call girl has my panties wet. Before she leaves me in the empty suite, the hostess hands me a small card and notes the outfit across the bed. I thank her and show her to the door before I read his note.