You figured it would be simple, drive down to Stamford from your home on the Cape, to help out your hotel manager buddy. He had begged you to fill-in for his ailing piano player in the cocktail lounge. It would just be for Thursday and Friday nights and he would give you a suite thru the rest of the weekend. It would be sweet you figured, a few hours of work and you could lie by the pool all day. But you did not figure on me in this little vacation dream.
Friday night and you have been playing for several hours when I wander into the bar. You look hot in your tux with the extra tight pants and you know it. I'm the polar bear of your dreams/nightmares, 6' 240, hairy as hell, the daddybear you want and are afraid to have. Having just got out of a long boring business meeting, I'm still in my suit. The stool right across from the piano is vacant and I grab it. Never missing a note, you check me out and I smirk at you and grab my crotch, you blush at being caught.
The next half-hour is torture for you as I cruise you hard and you get more and more flustered as you squirm under my hard gaze. You quickly finish your last set, and try to make a quick escape as I give you a hearty applause and a wolf whistle. Red-faced you flee to the gift shop with me hard on your heels. I follow you around the shop making you very uncomfortable and you make a fast run for the elevators. You franticly push the buttons trying to make your escape as I slowly cross the lobby laughing at your discomfort. One of the doors open and you dash in, jamming your finger on the close button. The doors slide shut and you relax and close you eyes.
WRONG MOVE! With your eyes closed you fail to see that I've stuck my arm in and stopped the doors from closing. They fly open and I saunter in, a huge grin on my face.
"Trying to run away boy? " I whisper. "You are going to take me back to your room for some fun"
"Nnnnoo!" you whimper, as I just smile at you.
"I'm horny and you have a choice, be my fucktoy, or I beat the shit out of you. Which is it gonna be???"
The elevator arrives at your floor and you whisper "fucktoy" I laugh and ask which room.
You lead the way down the hall and with trembling hands open your door. "HMMMMM nice boy!" I chuckle as I follow you into the room. I order you to strip, and give your ass a smack when you hesitate. Your tux is quickly on the floor, and you assume slave rest. "DAM! A trained slut! GRRRRRR!"