Millionaire Mayhem 
By Crossmanx at crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - Comments and ideas welcome
A big win may not always get you what you want. But maybe what you deserve!


Millionaire Mayhem

John looked again at the number s on the screen and at the ticket in his hand,
he had checked it a dozen times but still it hadn't sunk in properly, had he
really won? Yes he had, plain old John Smith had indeed won! He went over and
poured himself a very large drink, then another, still doubling the fact that
in his hand was the winning ticket.

He looked over to the phone and wondered if he should call someone, call
everyone he knew, but even with all this excitement the sensible side of the
man kicked in 'No wait until tomorrow after you've check again, too be sure!'
That was very much the practical John, and after his final drink he went to
bed, keeping that ticket nice and safe under his pillow.

The next morning came, the computer went on, the website was visited and the
numbers checked again for the umpteenth time, and yes he had still won and it
was all just starting to sink in. When John saw just how much he had won he
went and poured himself another drink 'How Much!' Which was very quickly
followed by 'I'll never have to work again!'

Monday morning came and being the kind of man he was he checked his numbers
'again' before making that call to his boss telling him how he could stick his
job at the plastic tubing factory as he 'quit!' Unfortunately the boss was
away so some young girl in HR got the backend of his tongue as he went into
one about how bad the firm was and all that. He went on and on at her as he
let rip with everything he hated about his job, when he was finished he
slammed the receiver down. Then there was a sense of relief at leaving his
job, finally, and then all the trepidation and fear as he hadn't confirmed or
got his winnings yet. But he'd checked the numbers and he had won, he was sure
of that.

His next job was to get the money as so many ideas and things to spend it on
all where whirling around his head. For the next hour or so John was on the
phone in the process of 'confirming' his win, the numbers on the tick, the
special security code on it, where and when he brought the ticket, everything.
Finally all he had to do was to present himself and the winning ticket at the
firms head office in the city.

'A trip to the city!' Now there was an idea, he could even make a bit of a
break of it, treat himself, after all he deserved it and he was rich now! John
knew exactly where to go, the perfect place in the city to stay, and start
living the life of luxury that he was going to become accustom to. It was then
off to bank, draw out lots of money as he was going to enjoy this trip away.
There was a small bit of misfortune at the bank as the girl there needed so
many forms of ID before she could give him 'his money!' This didn't go down
well, so he closed his account there and withdrew everything, informing the
girl just how bad the bank was, it was his money and all his winnings were
going somewhere else as he wouldn't bank here again!

This was followed by a trip to the railway station, and there John wondered to
himself, as he got angry with the girl behind the screens about the time of
the next train, if this money was making him more confrontational! 'No not at
all' as he shouted at the girl tell her how stupid she was, how inept the rail
service was and how he was going to buy his own train now, 'no not at all,
money wasn't going to change him!'

Later and John's taxi from the station pulled up outside the best hotel the
city had to offer, The Excelsior. He got out looked around and liked what he
saw, even from the outside this placed said class, he liked that a lot. Then
he snapped his fingers at the kind looking, slightly older man that was
dressed in an old style coat and top hat. Indicating to the doorman to pick up
his bag and do his job, the doorman took John's luggage, knowing the type of
man he probably was and escorted the new 'guest' inside the hotel.

As they entered John looked around at the lavish style and luxury that was
everywhere, he knew this would be an expensive short break, but 'hey he can
afford it now!' Well he would be able to afford this new lifestyle once he'd
claimed his winning, but for now he had all the money from his bank to get
through first. There was enough in his wallet to keep him going for the next
couple of days, at least!

At the reception desk he slammed his hand down on the desk announcing that he
was there and should be served immediately! An attractive blond drew herself
away from her computer and started to deal with him and getting him booked in,
when two stunning women also came up to the desk. A tall brunette and equally
tall and attractive redhead, the blond behind the desk acknowledge the woman
"Good day Mrs Forbes, Mrs Johnson how are you?" Both these women where about
early 40's, same as John and looked stunning, they had Milf written all over
them. There was one thing about this hotel it certainly drew the 'best' kind
of people.

Some of all this style and luxury started to rub off on the man "I'm here for
a few days as I've just won on the lottery and have a whole load of money to
claim." Maybe not the best chat up line or the most subtle either but now that
he was rich he could talk like that! The blond behind the desk just smiled at
him and the two Milf's just ignored him, and John realised he probably needed
to look more the part before woman would start to take notice as well. He
would need some new cloths and expensive accessories, and he'd need them soon!

As John finished his registration another woman appeared behind the desk,
tall, attractive and very business-like, a bit younger than the two women she
now greeted and was talking too, but someone who had a clear air of 'I'm in
charge here!' DING! The blond hit a bell on the desk counter and a smart
looking man appeared to take John's bags and show him to his room. Just as he
was being shown to the elevator, two young lads also appeared next to the two
women, both these where wearing old style bellboy outfit and both had very
eager and board smiles on their faces.

John liked a bit of tradition but wasn't that going a bit too far, well the
boy's didn't seem to mind as they now escorted the two tall gorgeous Milf's to
another set of elevators. As John got in his elevator and waited for the door
to close he could see the two woman with the bellboys stood next to them
waiting opposite for their elevators. As the doors started to close he looked,
stared and blinked to make sure SHHHUD! The doors closed and the elevator
started to move, but he was sure he saw the women; both of them place their
hands on the arses of the lad stood next to them! Surly not, older attractive
women groping young lads, boys, like that, it wasn't right!

As John got off on his floor and was shown to his room, he wondered if he had
seen that, well this was 'The Excelsior' and even he had heard the odd rumour
about how 'liberal' this place could be, maybe there was some truth in those
rumours?

John settled into his room, that's very nice, he could get use to living like
this. The room also has one very important thing, a safe. The cautious man
places his ticket in the safe and locked it away, confident in the knowledge
that his 'money' was secure. Time to start enjoying himself now, as he heads
off into the city for a look around. It had been a long time since he'd been
here and it had so much to offer he almost got a bit carried away. Eventually
he found the offices of the lottery company and went inside to claim his
winnings.

He spoke to a number of interested people who all took down lots of
information and had lots of advice to share with him. He registered his win
and all that was reaming was to come back with his ticket, which would be
checked, then double checked and they would confirm his win. John was a very
happy man as he left the building, he could have gone there with the ticket
and done it all today but, being the man he was he wanted to check things out
first. Get all the paperwork and fuss out the way then confirm the win, allow
everything to sink in over a couple of days rather than be hurried and pulled
around as he expected they would do. He wanted to stay in control and not let
the company rush him about too much.

'He would stay in control' after all it was his money all he had to do now was
present the tick and the money was his, he felt good about that. As he made
his way back to the hotel John felt a lot more relaxed, he even went into a
bar and sat by the window watching everything and everyone go by, especially
the pretty women. He didn't have a worry or care in the world, but also he
didn't have a woman either, but now he had money he knew that would change and
very soon!

When he got back to the hotel the first thing he did was check the safe and
the ticket, not that anything could have happened, but he liked to check
anyway. And there it was the prize winning ticket, his prize winning ticket
'this calls for a drink!' John headed down to the bar, he past the reception
desk and noticed that the pretty blond had been replaced by a very appealing
redhead. He also noticed that the two older women, the Milf's from earlier on
that day where making their way from the restaurant and they were being
escorted to the elevators by two bellboys.

He didn't know if was the same lads as before, as he'd only really noticed the
woman, the first time, but these lads had large smiles on their face and
seemed to be very eager on something. John stopped and watched as the bellboys
and women reached the elevators, there was a short pause as the doors opened
then the woman encouraged the lads inside by firmly 'tapping' their behinds.
'Those women must like their toyboy's' John thought, which brought him back to
what was he going to do about some 'company?'

John moved to the bar, time for that drink, time for everything to sink in.
The barman, George, was very good; making sure that John looked after,
chatting to him and as all good barmen do, listening. A few drinks more and
John noticed he was the only one in the bar that was by himself, he looked at
the people around him, how they acted, how they were dressed and how
attractive they all seemed. John defiantly needed a new wardrobe, if he was
going to impress and fit in with this new life style he could now afford.

George kept coming up and making sure that John was OK, "no company tonight
then Sir?" The barman indicated to a group of young looking ladies at the far
end of the room, John smiled 'so this is how it's done in 'polite'
surroundings?' George was just going off duty but managed to arrange a few
things, a short while later and John was met at the elevators by a good
looking petite oriental girl. She was dressed in one of those traditional
tight dresses and had a couple of bottles of Champaign in her hands. Soon they
were in John's room, they lay on the bed as the girl poured the bubbly into
his mouth 'this was defiantly the new life for him!'

The next day and with a bit of a sore head and not too sure about what
happened last night John got up and sorted himself out. The girl wasn't there
so he checking on the ticket in the safe, 'everything was good.' He looked at
himself and decided that he needed to fit in better and that some decent
clothes, shoes, watch and anything else he could buy where needed. Breakfast
followed by a smile at the blond behind the reception desk and then he was off
shopping in the city.

Just as he was about to leave the hotel there was George just making his way
back up to the bar and resultant area. The men talked and George asked if John
required any 'company' on his shopping trip? A few moments later and the man
was met outside the hotel by an attractive young black woman, who would be
delighted to accompany John on his shopping trip and help him. The 'couple'
went from expensive shop to even more expensive shop, time whizzed by and
before he knew it they were back in his room with arms full of shopping. John
then enjoyed some more Champaign on the bed, 'this was defiantly the life!' It
was also a tiring life and he was soon having his afternoon nap.

When he woke the girl was gone, the ticket was still in the safe and he
realised he'd missed his visit to the lottery company. But he called them,
they were a little concentred, but he would be there tomorrow, he was getting
use to calling the shots, and liked it. That evening was another trip to the
hotel bar, for a few drinks and good long chat with George, along with a few
more drinks. After the drinks and chat John left for the evening, he was met
at the elevator by a tall redhead, who brought her friends, a couple of
bottles of Champaign. She escorted the man to his room and onto his bed where
she enticed him with the delights of the bubbly, John decided that he was
never going to leave this hotel it was incredible.

The next morning came and a very tired and weary John awoke late, his head was
pounding a bit and he was still a bit sleepy, 'Oh yes the Champaign from last
night!' As he moved around the room, there was no redhead 'Damn!' and there
were none of his new clothes either? He suddenly awoke fully as he scoured the
room, his new clothes had gone, his new watch and jewellery, his wallet, all
his cash, all gone! 'SHIT!' He checked the safe, the ticket was there safe
'Thank God!'

But he'd been robbed and he wasn't going to stand for this. John stormed off,
now with the ticket safely with him, to the reception desk and when he got
there he let the blond girl have it with both barrels. He raised his voice and
was about to let rip again when along came Ms Scarlet, the Mistress of the
hotel, well it was a more apt title than 'manage!' She'd been the stylish
women he'd seen before with the Milf's but now she was someone in charge for
him to have a go at! "Is everything to your satisfaction?" She asked, John
looked up at the tall, smartly yet elegantly dressed dark haired woman, she
looked immaculate and stunning, authoritarian and sexy. Especially as she
looked over her glass at her 'guest'. 'No it's not alright' but something
about the woman's manner made him calm down, a bit, but he still ranted and
raved.

"I've been robber!" "Your staff set me up with a thief!" Holding up his
unofficial letter from the company to say his win was being instigated "see
that, that's me I'm the winner, I'm rich." Ms Scarlet stopped him, "we didn't
allowed women like that in here", "we don't have a barman named George" and
with her stern look "If you did take 'someone' back to your room, that's your
responsibility!"

But still John went off on one "Don't lie, you have a barman here called
George ... ... " he went into one about the barman and how she was lying, much
to Ms Scarlett's annoyance. Her eyebrow raised and the blond knew that was not
a good sign. John carried on with more " ... ... I've got more money than
you'll ever see in a lifetime and I tell you ... ... I want the police, if you
don't call them I will!" Ms Scarlett's face was like stone as this 'man'
carried on with his threats. " ... ... ... plus I want compensation, I want
the best room in this hotel and I want it now!"

Ms Scarlett's expression hadn't change during all of this, she just turned to
the blond and "I'm raising this guest to room 101" the blond's eyes widened
"yes room 10" "is that the best room in the hotel?" John was pleased to see
this woman was now taking him seriously. Ms Scarlett turned to the annoying
man "the best room in the hotel is reserved for the owner of the hotel who is
due here tomorrow, I have our special room for you and am sure it will suit
you very nicely." "It better had, Oh and by the way you're a woman of the
world how about sending up some special company as a bit of extra compensation
for me, someone who isn't going to rob me this time. Sure you can arrange that
can't you?" She stood they in silence, looking at the man in 'that' way, which
did sent a bit of a shiver down his spine, she snapped her figure and one of
the bellboys appeared out of nowhere. "Room 101" she handed the boy the keys,
turned and walked away, the bellboys eyes widened as he looked at the key, the
blond receptionist nodded at the lad, as if to say 'yes it's ok', and sent him
on his way.

On the top floor the elevator stopped, the doors opened and the bellboy put
his head out as if he was making sure it was all clear, the stepped out and
made his way down a couple of corridor to the far end room. On the door it
said '101' 'strange all the other rooms are numbered differently, this must be
special, but there was something about '101' that was bugging him, something
niggling at the back of his mind. The bellboy opened the door "that's OK off
you go I'll be alright."

The lad was off, almost as if he didn't want to hang around 'very strange' as
he entered the room John looked back down the corridor, the bellboy was almost
at the end of the corridor when suddenly a door opened and a half dressed
woman seemed to step out grab the boy and drag him into her room, and slam her
door shut! 'This place was defiantly living up to all those rumours.'

Inside and John found the light switch after a brief bit of hunting around,
two dim wall lights came on, it was a large room, he could make that out but
he couldn't see much detail 'this is one of their best rooms!' John was just
about to go down to reception and start shouting some more when KNOCK! KNOCK!
KNOCK! 'Arh, better, this should be his other 'compensation!'

He grabbed the door handle, opened the door and WHACK! Something hit the man
hard and sent him crashing backwards into the room, he tripped and fell down.
Light poured in from the open door, he could make out a blurred image, or was
it two by the door, then it closed and the room was dark again. There were
footsteps and CLICK!

Suddenly a main light comes on and the man could see 'Oh!' His eyes focus in
on a person, a young woman, oriental and the woman from the other night! But
there's a difference to her now, it's the way she's dressed, the tight, sexy
Far East dress has been replaced by something very different. Now she wore
leather, black leather that had its own shine to it and covered in buckles,
studs, loops and clasps. There was a pair of long boot that went halfway up
her thighs, then a pair of fishnet stocking and a very short leather skirt, a
large leather belt with some skull & cross bones buckle and a tight fitting
waistcoat. Which displayed toned arms and a large chest, due to the plunging
neckline. She looked quite stunning and a bit scary he thought WHACK!

The girl kicked out at John, still on the floor and in a bit of shock at being
put on his arse in the first place. He rolled over in pain 'why had she done
that?' But he recovered quickly and, thinking straight, he knew he had to get
up and sort this out with whoever she was. As he went to push himself up off
the floor John the saw another figure, another woman, this time a black woman
and the one from yesterday. Gone was her stylish dress, which had been
replaced by yet another leather outfit, this time it was a dark blue colour
and sort of matched her, cool and cold, as he would find out. She had the
boots, but these where only up to her knees, then a pair of trousers that
hugged her legs, a thick belt with a buckle in the shape of a snapping
crocodile. Up top was an equally tight leather top with full sleeves and the
zip undone to display her full figure. The woman stepped to the side of the
girl in black and forward so she could THUD!

Her boot now shot into John and sent him back down to the floor, so much for
trying to get up. He was now getting, annoyed, angry and ever so 'pissed off!'
He'd been kicked twice, for no reason and it was time to stop this and sort
it, after all he was the one in charge around here! As he attempted to get up
again, another young woman appeared from behind the oriental one. This time it
was a tall redhead, John was beginning to see a bit of a pattern here, these
three where the three he had 'encountered' since he'd been here at The
Excelsior! The redhead had also gone through a bit of a change in her
appearance since he last saw her, she was now in red leather, quite
appropriate. There was a pair of ankle red stiletto boots, just to give her
some extra height, not that she needed it. Then a pair of three quarter length
leather trousers, a thick bright red belt with a flaming motorbike buckle, and
a tight leather sleeveless crop top. Again with lots of cleavage on display
and all finished off with a pair of long red leather gloves that went up to
her elbows.

She stepped to the other side of the woman in black, and not to be outdone
SMACK! OOOHHHH! Her boot found its mark and John was on the floor for the
third time. Any other time and three attractive young woman dressed in tight
leather would have been an enjoyable, kinky and very satisfying experience. An
experience that would be only possible due to either having a very
'understanding' girlfriend or a lot of money. As John didn't have a girlfriend
he thought that the hotel manager, that woman, must have misunderstood and ...
... UUUUHHHH!

Before he could even try and sort this all out in his head the woman in blue
had come in close and grabbed onto the man, as he was a bit stunned and
confused she found it easy to pull him up off the floor. Even if she did hurt
him a little doing his WHACK! OOOOWWWW! Then she hurt him a lot, as once he
was up she throw her fist firmly and forcibly into his gut, the blow caught
him off-guard, winding and hurting him. The black woman then throws her knee
up into the man and sent him tumbling across the room towards CRACK! The
oriental woman was next, her boot shot out as he fell towards her, it
connected with his knee, the man jolted and fell. As he began to tumbled over
she came in close and quickly, her fist raised up high and then it came
hammering down and into John's face. There was a muffled cry of pain and blood
splattered as he collapsed onto his back and onto the floor, ready for CRUNCH!
Now the redhead came in and down onto the man, her knee drove down into his
groin, 'that hurt!' John's body bolted upwards due to the sharp attack,
allowing the redhead to grab onto his shoulder and pull him further up and
towards her. As he came up she threw her forehead forward straight into his
upcoming face and across the bridge of his nose that exploded and broke.

There was another loud cry of hurt and pain that filled the room and John
rolled around on the floor in agony as the three women now walked around him
deciding how to hurt him further?

John was pulled up off the floor by two sets of hands and then once up he's
quickly hurtled across the room towards, the woman in black, the oriental
judges her time as John staggers and gets closer. Then she grabbed him, turned
and WOOSSHH! THUD! A harsh takes down as she threw the man over, dropping him
hard into the floor and hurting him some more.

Downstairs in the lobby and Ms Scarlett sees the barman George making his way
over to the bar ready to go on duty. She coughs, the barman stops, turns and
sees the Mistress of The Excelsior looking at him, with that glare in her eye
"over here George I need to speak to you about one of our guests!"

In room 101 and John is wrenched off the floor by two pairs of hand, when he's
on his feet he's flung over toward the next woman waiting, the one in blue.
The dusky woman spins, gets her timing prefect as he stubbles towards her, her
boot comes swinging around and pounds into him WOOSSHH! CRACK! A powerful blow
takes John off his feet and drops him hard.

Down in the lobby George has rushes over to the Mistress, he looks worried,
she likes that. "I've heard about our annoying guest, good choice of ladies
for him, well done." He's relived he did a good job, she turns, looks at the
blond receptionist "see Carol later, she'll give you a well-deserved spanking
for you effort!"

Back in 101 John is hauled up again, he bloody, bruised and hurt but the two
women happily throw him forward to the waiting woman in red. The redhead is
ready as he stumble she draws her arm back and WOOSSHH! WHACK! Her fist
thunders forward into John's oncoming gut, the blow is so solid and thunderous
that the man twists, twirls and flips over, then falls, drops to the floor.

In the lobby the Mistress looks around, everything seems to be running
smoothly. She snaps her figures; suddenly out of nowhere a young bellboy
appears next to her. She looks down at him, 'a sweet one, good!' She places
her finger under his chin and guilds him towards her office, 'time for a
special staff appraisal!'

In room 101 John is going through his worst nightmare, he'd being controlled,
overpowered and dominated, he's at the mercy of others, and the fact that
these 'others' happen to be three sexy women in leather is just an added
bonus! He's struck hard by the black woman, flipped over by the redhead and
pounded by the oriental. The man's mushed up brain can make little sense out
of all of this 'who are they? Why is this happening?'

A couple of days ago and he was the happiest and luckiest man alive and now it
was all going wrong WHACK! The redhead's uppercut slams into his jaw. 'What
had he done wrong, ok he may have gone a bit power crazy and shouted at a few
people, women, but then again he was rich' SMACK! The oriental's high kick
slammed into the man sending him spinning backwards. Surly these three women,
weren't those women, the ones he'd, maybe, been a bit rude too CRUNCH! The
black woman hip tossed John taking him over and thundering him down to the
floor. He couldn't remember what any of them had looked like but surely these
three could be those women THUD! ARRRHHHH!

The woman battered and beat him until he was down and almost out, and then
they made him crawl to them, they made him crawl across the floor so he could
kiss each of their feet. He was dragged to one end of the room and beat,
slammed and pounded by two of the women whilst he agonisingly crawled across
the floor so he could kiss the third woman's boots. He crawled backwards and
forwards across that floor, he was made to do this six times so he could kiss
each of the women's boots, so that he could be made to suffer.

Eventually John passed out, it could have been from a hard hit for the black
woman, or a swivel kick from the redhead or even when he was down on the floor
being kicked for not kissing the oriental's boot properly. Whenever it was,
whoever it was and however it happened he would not remember his brain was so
messed up, his body so hurt and injured it was a wonder he was still in one
piece.

Much later and eventually John came too, it was a very slow process as his
body screamed at him not to move and just stay there. But finally he had
regained some strength and was sat up in the middle of that room, the women
had gone and only the two dim wall lights where on, but at least he was in one
piece, sort of. Suddenly the door flew open, a light switch was flicked on and
Ms Scarlett step inside "so you're finally awake!" The man had jumped, his
stomach had gone up into his mouth at the woman's sudden entrance and now as
she slowly walked around the man sat there on the floor and he panicked and
shock with fear.

"The police have been, but that was two days ago, as you never showed up at
the lottery office. We told them you had left as you had only booked in for a
couple of days. They seemed satisfied and left." ARRRRHHHH! Ms Scarlet was
stood behind him, she'd reached down grabbed him by his hair and ripped his
head back so he looked up at her "I am disappointed you told the office where
you were staying, we will have to discuss that a bit further but later. For
now I have something for you."

She pulled his head around so she could look at him better, her hand moved
from holding his hair to gripping his jaw, then she produced and held up his
winning ticket! "Recognise this?" Ms Scarlett smiled as she then slowly pushed
and forced the ticket into his mouth. Her grip on his jaw tightened as she
commanded him to "now eat it!" 'His winning ticket in his mouth and he was
forced to chew it up, to lose all that money'. His jaws slowly moved, then
where assisted by Ms Scarlett manipulating hand and the man chewed, he eat his
winnings, he consumed his money. She even forced him to swallow it. Her hands
worked his throat and jaw, covered his mouth and nose until he had consumed
all of his precious ticket, and now he had nothing left, nothing at all!

Ms Scarlett released him, John fell to the floor in tears, he sobbed as now
everything had been taken from him, his money and possessions, his ticket, his
wonderful tick, all his 'new' wealth had gone. These women, had taken it all
and broken him at the same time, but for the girls and Ms Scarlett it was had
just been another good days work!

With everything gone, plain old John Smith now had nothing, so there was
nothing else they could do to him, he was at his lowest point now, they could
do nothing more to him, or could they? Ms Scarlett moved away from the sobbing
man, there was silence then WHACK! John looked up 'what was that?' With the
light on and the fact that he wasn't being hit now, meant that he could take a
second to look at this room, room 101! 'Oh God.' He could now saw the room
properly for the first time, the large wooden St Andrews cross with chains
attached to it on it on the far wall, the tables that the Mistress stood next
to that were full of more chains, sticks, canes, bats and God knows what else.
A large spike covered 'thing', then the cages and next to them a strange
looking rack type contraption. This was more like a torture chamber than a
hotel room!

Ms Scarlett turned back from the table, in her hand was a large bull whip
CRACK! Her arm moved, effortlessly, and the whip cracked, and by the looks of
it she knew exactly how to use that thing. Then she turned to the man who
though it could not get any worse "now then we need to discuss how rude you
were to me the other day. And let me warn you I don't tolerate men who are
disobedient and rude ... ... " CRACK!