Frank rested his cheek on his hand with his elbow against the white and black checkered wall and pink table. He began slowly spinning his lime green coffee cup by the handle. Thinking,"Should I go to her room....maybe she has a boyfriend or husband waiting there to rob a sucker?" He looked out at the blowing snow on the street and mumbled to himself,"Damn....damn, I just can't pass this up....I can't."
Frank sipped his last bit of coffee, placed a dollar plus a quarter on the table and left the cafe while slipping his coat on. A cold and constant blast of wind like a warning spirit, slowed his pace towards the hotel. He hadn't buttoned his coat but was wrapping it tightly around him with his stinging hands.
He had one thought on his mind...."Those beautiful hazel eyes." He wondered how she would look at him while they were making love. Thoughts of being robbed or even killed, dashed in and out of his mind as he overcame them with stubborn curiosity and lust. He'd never met any woman who was anywhere near as blunt or cool as this one. He had rarely seen one as pretty too.
With the Ramsen Hotel in sight, Frank picked up his pace and was finally on the steps. A door man waved him to come in quickly and Frank rushed by him with a hearty,"Thank you" mingled with his cold visible breath. The door man guided Frank to the elevators and pushed the call button for service.
The elevator door shortly opened and a dark complected hotel attendant who was standing inside asked, "What floor sir?" Frank grinned and said,"Nine...the ninth floor please." The attendant gave Frank a strange look...then put his hand on the brass handle while saying,"Certainly sir...floor nine it is."
The elevator started moving and Frank spoke out,"It feels like we're going down." The attendant smiled and said,"I assure you sir...you are going up." The elevator stopped quickly...the black gate and brass door opened slowly. Frank asked the attendant,"Where can I find room 907. The attendant said,"Left" as he pointed down a hallway of dim red lights.
Frank stepped out of the elevator and the closing brass door almost caught his coat tail. Frank looked down the hall and could only see one door. In about thirty steps, he was standing, looking at the intricate carvings of cherubs in the mahogany wood.
He said to himself,"Well...here goes," as he pushed the triangle shaped ivory buzzer on the door jamb. Within a moment...the door eased open as the young woman peeked around it. She smiled and said,"A wise choice to come" as she stepped back to let him in. Frank closed the door behind him and said with confidence,"Could be a wise choice for both of us."
He was surprised and excited to see that she had changed into a white satin gown. She immediately turned and commanded,"Follow me." As he followed her through a massive room...he wondered at the copper ceiling, engraved crown moldings and lavish furnishings. He chuckled and said,"This must cost a fortune."
She kept walking and said,"Actually...it costs me nothing to stay here....ever." Frank couldn't help notice the nice form and sway of her bottom. She suddenly stopped...turned right and opened French doors to a large room of mirrors and fixtures protruding from the ceiling. As Frank stepped in and looked around...she closed the doors. Frank said,"I would really like to know your name."
Her lips tightened...then turned to a half smile as she replied,"Eva....my name is Eva...and you are?" Frank answered,"Franklin but friends call me Frank or Frankie."
Frank looked around the room and saw their reflections everywhere. He laughed and said,"What the hell is this...I saw something similar in a carnival once." Eva took his hand and guided him the the center of the room. He looked up and saw himself grinning. He also saw silver chains with what looked like shackles on the end of one.
Eva commanded,"Get on your knees and raise your arms." Frank cocked his head to the right and said,"Oh no....I am not going to put any kind of restraints on." Eva gave him a sexy smile...untied her gown at her waist and opened it to where he could see the inner sides of her breasts. Frank stared and nervously said,"I...I...I can't be tied up....I just can't."
Eva put her hands gently on his face and said in a warm, soft tone,"I will not harm you...oh trust me darling Frankie...this will be an experience that you will remember every day of your life."
Frank stared at her perfect curving breasts and milk white flesh of her skin. As he looked up into her eyes...he exhaled hard and said,"OK...OK...I have heard of such things...I've never been one to be afraid to experiment." As Frank went to his knees, raising his arms, Eva cuffed his hands in the shackles. She made sure they were tight but comfortable.
Frank chuckled,"I still have my clothes on...hell...even my coat." Eva ignored him...smiled and said,"Now stand up." As he stood up....she pulled another chain, lifting his arms high but loosely over his head." Eva then knelt down and removed his shoes and socks. Neither of them said a word as she unbuttoned his black trousers and helped him out of them.
Frank looked down and could see and feel that his member was swelling. Eva slowly pulled his white and blue striped boxer shorts down and said,"Mmmm...yes...this will do. Frank felt her soft fingertips touch the shaft...then beneath the head as he whispered in a long breath,"Yeah."