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Harlot Hotel
(Alexis Alexandra)

Waking with a groan, Reagan threw the blanket and sheet back and reluctantly sat up. Looking down at her pierced nipples, she sighed. I can't believe I actually spent six hours being used as a sex slave. At least most of the welts are gone, she thought as she gently traced a finger alone one of four welts still raised across her breasts. Getting out of bed, she went to the bathroom and stared at herself in the full-length mirror. Thank god they didn't touch me above the shoulders, she thought as she slowly turned to see at least a dozen more lingering welts on her belly, back, ass, and thighs. Fuck! Had I known I'd be caned and flogged I'd have brought some pants. Damn! I didn't even bring my luggage in last night. Going back out to the dungeon, Reagan put on the clothes from the night before minus her bra and panties which seem to have vanished.

Taking the elevator down to the lobby, Reagan stepped out to see a well-built handsome man in his late twenties relaxing behind the counter. "Morning," she said, giving him a slight nod.

"Almost afternoon."

"Late night."

"I bet. I'm Jacob, and you are?"

"Reagan. I'm in eleven-fifteen if that matters. I'm just stepping out to grab my luggage I didn't have time to bring in last night."

"So you're the one in town on business Brian told me about? I can't wait to watch your first show."

"Hope you enjoy," Reagan said even as her cheeks turned bright red. "I, um, I'm going to go get my things now." Not waiting for a reply, she ran out into the parking lot and then went to her car. Taking her time, she eventually removed two suitcases from the trunk and carried them into the hotel. "I don't suppose you can tell me what I'll have to do tonight?"

"Let me check." Fingers working the keyboard, Jacob brought up Reagan's account. "Okay, good news, you completed yesterday's quota so that's one day down. As for today, it looks like you've been overbooked but that can work in your favor if you're up to a few extra dates."

"What do you mean by a few and how can I be overbooked?"

"It looks like you have a ten woman lesbian gang bang scheduled from nine to two. You also have a double lesbian date from six to seven, and a triple lesbian date from eight to nine. If you agree to the extra dates you'll be paid an additional thousand dollars."

"Jesus! I'm not even into women!"

"Which is exactly why they want to date you so badly. Your choice, but if you don't satisfy at least ten..."

"I know, I won't get paid anything. I'll be in meetings until five so that doesn't leave me much time to eat and get ready by six."

"You can skip the double date and just to the triple, but you'll only be paid an additional six hundred."

"I'll make it work somehow," Reagan sighed. "I'll do them all."

"Good choice. I'll let the clients know. Anything else I can help you with this morning?"