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Copyright 2018 Dirk Rockwell


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Scott Walker is halfway through his third bottle of wine when there’s a knock on the door of his suite.

He takes one last swig directly from the bottle then sets it on the table and heads over to answer the door, the room wavering just a bit from the effects of the wine.

 Normally he goes into these sessions relatively sober but tonight he has a different plan; to consume as much alcohol as possible before the session starts. Because even though he’s come a long way in the last couple of months, Scott still has some inhibitions. He’s just wired that way. He’s hoping that if he drinks enough he’ll be able to push past them. He’s not sure it will work out like he’s planning, but he figures it won’t hurt to try.

He comes to the door and peeks out the spyhole. Standing there is a short, fully-stacked, raven-haired beauty wearing blue jeans and an unzipped black leather jacket with only a lacy bra underneath, showing off her huge, glorious breasts without absolutely no shame. With her hair cut in a sharp, edgy style and her face caked with makeup, Hannah plays up her sluttiness to the max, which is exactly what Scott is looking for tonight. A straight-up slut to run roughshod over.

Scott has been through a really tough couple of weeks and he wants to take out his anger on someone. Not too long ago, that would have meant a phone call to Taylor. But he’s spent so much time with her lately that he’s starting to develop feelings for her, which makes it harder and harder to debase her like he used to. That’s not to say that they haven’t got freakier with each other as time has gone on, but it their nights together are no longer rooted in anger. Which, ultimately, is a good thing.

But not tonight. Tonight Scott is pissed off. And he wants to take his rage out on someone. Which is why he called Hannah a couple of hours ago instead of Taylor.

He’s been with Hannah once before, when she tagged along with Taylor for one of their sessions, so he knows what he’s getting. But because he doesn’t have any feelings towards her, it’s easier to see her as just a fucktoy, which means he won’t have to worry about conflicting emotions when he’s treating her like shit.

Hannah knows exactly what she’s getting into tonight. Scott made that quite clear to her on the phone. And she’s fine with it. Looking forward to it, actually. Or so she says, which is good enough for Scott.

He opens the door and lets Hannah in and closes the door behind her.

“I wasn’t expecting to hear from you again,” Hannah says as she crosses the room towards the table with the bottle of wine sitting on it. “I figured you’d give Taylor a call whenever you wanted a night like this.”

“Normally I would,” Scott says. “But I was in the mood for something different tonight.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Hannah says, “It’s fine with me. I was just surprised, that’s all.” She picks up the bottle of wine. “Do you mind if I have some?”

“Be my guest. I’ll get you a glass.”

“Don’t bother,” Hannah says. “I don’t need one.”

She proceeds to take a long swig straight from the bottle before pulling it from her lips and holding it out towards Scott.

Smiling, he grabs the bottle from her. “That wasn’t a very polite thing to do,” he says before proceeding to do the exact same thing.

“Nobody’s ever accused me of being polite before,” Taylor replies, matching his grin.

“Which is exactly why you’re here tonight instead of Taylor,” Scott says.

“Fair enough,” Hannah says. “She says hi, by the way.”

“Who? Taylor?”

Hannah nods.

“You told her you were coming to see me?” Scott asks.

 “Of course,” Hannah says. “We talk all the time.”

“Is she upset?” Scott asks.

Hannah laughs and shakes her head. “No. Not at all. She understands.”


“Yep. She’s flattered, even.”

“Is that right?”

“It sure is,” Hannah says. “Personally, I think it’s kind of pathetic, but that’s just me.”

“Pathetic, huh?” Scott says, smiling ruefully. He’s not sure if Hannah means what she’s saying or just playing a role, and he doesn’t really care. Either way she’s helping him get in the right mood for the evening.

“Yeah. I mean, we are escorts, in case you didn’t remember,” Hannah continues. “It’s not like she’s your girlfriend or something.”

“Maybe not,” Scott says, undoing his belt and slipping it off his waist. He grips the buckle in his fist and rolls the belt over his hand until only six inches are still sticking out. “But I do have feelings for her. Which means I’d probably subconsciously take it easy on her. But you I hardly even know. So I won’t have those same issues.”

He slaps the belt on the palm of his hand. The sound fills the room like a gunshot but Hannah doesn’t even flinch. Apparently she’s used to this sort of thing. Scott smiles, his excitement overflowing already.

“Are you ready to get started?” Scott asks, slapping the belt against his hand again, hard enough to leave a red mark this time.

“Whenever you are,” Hannah replies.

In lieu of a reply Scott smacks her across the ass with his belt.

Hannah yelps in surprise and takes a small step forward to maintain her balance. She flashes him a dirty look.

“Surprised you a bit there, didn’t I?” Scott says, his mouth turned up in a wicked smile.

“A little,” she says.

He smacks her across the ass again, a little more forcefully. But Hannah was expecting it and bites down on her bottom lip instead of making any sound. She glares at him with defiance in her eyes.

“You’ve got a little bit of an edge to you, don’t you?” Scott says, laughing softly. He’s thoroughly enjoying this.

Hannah doesn’t bother with a response. She just continues glaring at him.

“That’s good,” he says. “It’ll make it more gratifying when I break you.”

Hannah scoffs. “Break me? You?” She shakes her head. “It’s never going to happen.”

“We’ll see,” Scott says. He smacks her ass again, even harder.

A flash of pain crosses Hannah’s features for a moment and she makes a little gasping sound. Fortunately her breath is quickening and her face is starting to flush too, which means that the pain brings her some pleasure along with it. Which is exactly what Scott is shooting for.

“That one stung a bit, didn’t it?” he says.

“Nothing I haven’t felt before,” she replies, her mouth turned up in a sneer.

“So it’s not too much for you?”

“Not even close.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Scott says. “Because we’ve got a lot further to go.”

“Bring it on,” Hannah says.

“Oh, I intend to,” he says.

He unrolls the belt from his fist and runs the tail through the buckle, creating a loop. Standing face-to-face with her, he slips the loop over Hannah’s neck and tightens it. Not so much that it’s choking her but not loosely either.

“Take your jacket off,” Scott says.

Hannah does as she’s told. If she’s at all alarmed by the belt around her neck she isn’t showing it.

“Now your bra,” he says.

She slips it off, revealing her huge tits. Firm but not overly so, floppy but not droopy, they are glorious and just begging to be played with. He can’t resist.  

Using the belt as a leash, Scott leads her over to the nearest wall. Once there, he pushes her up against it, back first.

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