She was ushered in by the bellboy. Not one word had passed between them after those two. They had drove silently, not to the hotel she had booked, but to another, much better looking, and bigger. Lamia was tight-lipped, but the bellboy knew her well, it seemed, because he grinned and led them to a room.
They entered. Lamia pressed a bill into the boy's hand and the door closed behind them. Annie looked around her. It was a large room, done in cream and white, with a four-poster bed in the centre.
The sudden explosion of a single word cracked across the room like a whip.
"Strip!!"
She stared at the agressive female in front of her. Swallowing the load of saliva that had been accumulated in her mouth, she complied. She struggled out of her black jacket. She wore a light blue tank top underneath, teamed with dark jeans. She pulled the top over her head. Underneath she had worn nothing, and her dark pink tinted breasts thrust out pointedly. Proudly. They were small, but firm. She did not look at her at all, feeling her gaze on her. She unfastened the button and pulled down her jeans. Inside she wore a pair of black lace panties, and nothing else.
