Parking the car and switching shoes...the red satin not the pair to drive in, she jumped out and began the long walk across the carpark..
She saw him and fought the sinking heart..
'This is for you,' he said, thrusting an envelope in her hands..she could see his were shaking. She smiled, almost giggling...' Well, thank you...'
The room, silent as she entered, following the instructions to the letter...back to the door, legs slightly apart...she waited.
He entered...slid the chain over the door and she still sneaked a look...and closed her eyes...and began to imagine...
The skirt slid up over her thighs...bare bottom and freshly exfoliated thighs!
'Bend over,' he said.
She did.
'Beg for me,' he said.
She did.
A sharp beautiful slap on her bottom and again and again made her gasp.
She fell to her knees.
Hands tied with the soft rope as she obeyed him...

Yet..his reluctant manner
his reluctant tone..
And far from reluctant desperate fucking turned her off...away...and she noticed the eagerness; the naivity; the virgin adulterer...and she felt cold and sad and pity inside...

An orgasm...mostly self-induced, later...she embroidered her departure after a shower.
12 miles later, in a silent house she stood under the steaming water again and washed and washed and wished and wished...but the reluctance of showering away a sex-filled scent from her wanting body would be such a long time away...she knew that; felt it; knew it...she would have to wish it some more.

She misses him and thinks he must see such a whore in his eyes.
One he never paid for.
She was that cheap.