Wrong Order
By Crossmanx
Be careful what you order, it might not quite be what you get!


By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments & ideas welcome

Wrong Order

The taxi pulled up outside the most prestigious hotel in the city, The
Excelsior, Peter the doorman opened the rear door to allow the occupant to get
out, then direct the new guest to the reception desk. At the desk Richard
Clarke signed in and was shown up to his room. It was a one of the best room
in the hotel, and of course what Richard had expected, he could have an
enjoyable evening and be refreshed ready for the meeting tomorrow at the Mason
Estate just outside the city. It was going to be a very important and
profitable meeting; he hoped, so had come down the night before and booked in
to the best hotel to relax and so ready for the meeting.

The room was just what he wanted, reception room, bedroom with large bed and
plush bathroom; he poured himself a drink and went through the papers that
he'd laid out on the table one last time. Even though there was no need, he'd
written the report and knew it back to front, but one more look over wouldn't
hurt. Once he'd done that he reached over for his phone and called the number
that was going to provided that evenings 'relaxation'. Well he deserved
something 'special' just to relax him before the meeting, he was away from the
wife and a bit of 'stress relief' would set him up for that all important
get-together tomorrow.

He took one last look at the image on his lap top screen; she certainly looked
good he thought, bless the internet for being able to find just the right
'special kind of entertainment' for him while he was away from home. He closes
the computer down and looked at his watch, enough time for a bath before she
arrived, 'no a shower' the bath was large and big enough for two so maybe
later when she was here! Richard went to get himself ready for his 'stress
free' evening.

Later on Sasha arrived at the hotel; the door was opened for her by Perter the
doorman who admired the good looking woman as she entered. She looked at her
watch and realised that it was later than she'd though and quickly the
brunette made her way to the lift's. The doors opened as she got out her
compact to check how she looked, she rushed in hit the button for her floor at
the same time adjusting a couple of stray stands of hair that where out of
place BING! The doors opened and she stepped out onto her chosen floor,
putting her compact away in her bag she made her way down the corridor.

In his room Richard had had his shower and was ready for his 'visitor' he was
getting a bit frustrated as she was late, he opens the room door to see if
she's on her way and saw Sasha heading down the corridor. He smiles 'very
nice!' Sasha was a small woman, petite most would say, with a slim figure and
good breasts, due to her size her breasts seemed even bigger than maybe they
really were. She had a plain face, and as she didn't wear much makeup it made
her look even younger than the 25 years she really was. And with her long dark
hair tied back in a ponytail and those dark rimmed glasses she often got asked
for ID, which at time could be quite nice but also sometimes was a right pain.
The only thing that didn't make her look young was the way she dressed, high
heeled short ankle buckled black boots, to give her a bit of extra height,
then patterned stockings around good legs and a tight short black leather
skirt, with splits down each side, of course, Further up was shiny satin
purple blouse, unbuttoned enough to show off her chest, and all set off with a
short leather waistcoat top, open, to again show off what she had.

Richard liked what he saw, a lot, she was much better looking in person than
in her photo on the escort website. A she got to Richard room he reached out
grabbed the woman by her hand and dragged her into his room; he was defiantly
going to enjoy the evening! As he hauled the girl into his room, she spun
round and staggered over towards the settee, which she now appropriately
collapsed into. "Well my dear aren't you the right slutty looking type ... " a
shocked Sasha now sprawled over the settee looked up to see a strange man
bearing down on her wearing just a smile and bathrobe. " ... ... I can forgive
you being late as you look so ... ... THUD! OOOOWWWW!

Sasha's boot came up and shot up into Richard's groin, the man drooped to his
knees at the sharp and painful blow that had stopped him in his tracks WHACK!
Sasha's other boot had come round and smashed into the side of the man's head,
almost knocking him over, except his quick reactions meant he'd put his hand
out to stop himself falling. He shook his head and looked back at the woman,
then smiled as he rubbed the side of his head "feisty one aren't you ... ... I
like that." He pushed himself back onto his feet "I was told you were the
strong, open minded type a girl who can give and take a lot, well my dear ...
... " He undone his bathrobe and let it fall to the floor and now standing
there in just his boxers " ... ... I think it's time you started to give out
some punishment before I give you some!"

With that Sasha watched as the tall man, probably in his early 40's who had
obviously looked after himself and seemed to have a good strong body dropped
to his knees. A cheeky grin came over his face as he said "I've been a naughty
boy and need to be punished for my bad behaviour." There was a pause and
silence, then Sasha got to her feet and took a step closer to the man, again a
moment of silence as the younger petite brunette, with her girlish looks and
dressed in leather and satin looked at him. She looked down at the much
taller, older, broad shouldered man with the strong physique that knelt in
front of her, with his boyish grin and excited eyes, dressed in just his
boxers and eagerly waiting his new mistress displeasure.

It was about now that Sasha realised 'Oh God he thinks I'm a ... ... ' and it
dawned on her that this man had ordered, arranged for an escort to his hotel
room and he though she was it! She should have been outraged; disgusted that
this man had thought that she was some sort of dominatrix, a cheap mistress to
fulfil his deprived pleasers. She should have shouted at him, but he might
have liked that, then stormed out and reported him to the hotel, after all she
was here with her boyfriend on a weekend visit to the city and not to take
part in some sordid sex games. That what she should have done, but something
inside Sasha said 'hold on a minute!'

She placed her hand on the man's head, gently ran her figures through his
thick hair, he smiled and closed his eyes then OOOHHHHH! She grabbed a handful
of hair and yanked his head back and to the side, his face winced then WHACK!
A sharp open hand came driving down as she slapped the man firmly across his
face. With his eyes still closed he didn't see it nor did he see the second
and more forceful slap she gave him SMACK! She released her grip and the man
shock his head, as he opened his eyes she was gone but THUD! Sasha was now
behind the knelling man and had driven her knee hard between his shoulder
blades, Richards whole body jolted at the painful blow, his arms, head and
upper body all shuddering backwards. Sasha quickly grabbed his arms and
interlinking hers; she dropped down and drove her knee again into his body.
This time into the middle of his back, providing the man with another painful
experience, she stood on his bent back lower legs and with both her knees now
jammed into his back as she pulled back on his arms. Using all her weight to
lean backwards as her knees pushed forward, and for such a petite women she
was very strong. Being the only girl in her family and with three bigger
brothers she'd quickly learnt how to wrestle, fight and win!

She throws her full weight backwards, her boots dug into the back of his
calf's, pulling his arms back hard and burrowing her knees into his back.
Richard has not been in this much pain, inflicted by a woman, for such a long
time, he can hear the woman's sniggering as he groans and moans start to get
louder as she rocks herself backwards and forwards to inflict more suffering
into the man. Finally and after inflicting a lot of pain she releases her hold
on him and Richards flops down to the floor and relieved to be out of such a
painful hold. He takes in deep breaths as he looks down into the floor, the
sound of footsteps close by make him look up WHACK!

A boot is all he sees at it drives into the side of his face, knocking the man
over and across the floor "get up" it's the first time he's heard her speak,
her voice is sharp and commanding. He likes it and starts to push himself
upwards THUD! "Too slow ... ... " CRACK! Her boots pounds him again, this time
he is quicker, but still not quick enough, as halfway back up to his feet the
woman spins round and WHACK! Her boot slams into the side of his head that so
far had gotten away without being hit. Sasha smiles 'those ballet lessons as a
child have come in handy' she thought.

Richards head pounds and spins as he tries to shake himself back into some
kind of full consciousness "come on boy up you get" the words of the woman
seam to strike through the pain and grab his attention. And once again he
tries to get to his feet, this time she allows him to get up and when Richard
is back on his feet, her hand grabs at his boxer shorts ARRRRRHHHHH! She might
have a small hand but it grips his cock and balls like a vice, her nails dig
in hard to add to his discomfort SMACK! And her free hand happily knocks the
look of suffering off his face. As she releases her hold of him, much to his
relief, the smaller woman goes about dishing out more slaps and a few harsher
backhands. Richards face is now marked and busied; the woman carries on
slapping him and knocking backward with each slap. Richard holds up his hand
to try and stop her "OK ... ... OK ... ... Enough ... ... Time to change
things around here ... ... Time for me to start giving something out ... ...
As agreed!"

But it wasn't what she's agreed too, she whips off her leather waistcoat that
drops to the floor then unzips her skirt that joins it, revealing the short
satin blouse and her stocking tops, Richard smiles this is more like it. But
he's got the wrong idea, Sasha just want a bit more freedom from the tight
skirt, so she can try a few more spinning kick WHACK! CRACK! Her boots now
take over and pound into his body, the smaller, younger woman carries on as
she slaps and kicks at the taller older man, she knocks him around the plush
hotel room as she helps him 'enjoy his evening!'

The petite woman is very agile and as she remembers back to those energetic
dance lessons years ago and smiles 'those modern dance lessons as a child have
come in handy' she thought. She twists and twirls, dishing out high kicks and
punishment to the man, well that was what he wanted, wasn't it? She then
stops, moves closer, grabs him, twists and THUD! Richard is on the floor,
using his size and weight and with her in the right position the smaller woman
throws the man to the floor, and follows it up with one of her boots WHACK!

"Up you get, I've not finished yet" Sasha drags him back onto his feet by his
hair and sets about with another session of boots and kicks. Richard is beaten
and throw some more as the women starts to enjoy herself and wonders why she'
never done this before! She gets a feeling of great satisfaction with a twinge
of excitement WHACK! CRACK! More boots, followed by fists and a hip toss, the
woman is filled with a sense of control, supremacy and superiority as she
sends the man crashing and falling into every piece of furniture in the room
and makes him visit the floor time and time again. She dominates the man and
she likes how it feels!

Richards stands there battered and swaying, he takes the thrashing the small
woman dishes out, he has no other choice, and then suddenly it stops. He tries
to steady himself, but before he can do that Sasha makes her next move, she
take a run up at the man, jumps up and throws her arms around his neck. Her
knees come up high to her and his chests as she makes herself into a tight
ball hanging around his neck, with her weight up high and Richard still trying
to gain his balance she twists her body and flips the man from a standing
position. He tumbles through the air and lands with a THUD! Sasha landing with
both knees into his chest as he falls 'those gymnastic lessons as a child have
come in handy' she thought as she pounds into Richard chest. He gasps for air
having its just all been pushed out of him.

The man coughs and splatters with the woman now kneeling on his bruised chest,
she lifts her arm up, he filches in anticipation of her strike. But the woman
slowly brings her arm down, her hand comes to her face, she protrudes a finger
and gently pushes her glasses back up her cute nose and back into their
correct position. The man breaths a sight of relief CRACK! But she follows
this up with a hard backhand; with glasses replaced the hand comes crashing
down across his face. Then she gets off him and walks away, he turns to her
"plea ... ... please can we ... " She turns quickly WHACK! Her boot kicks out
for the last time; his jaw takes the full blow as he's smashed across the
floor and also out cold.

With that Sasha get dress, her checks her skirt and waistcoat are ok and is
about to leave, quietly pleased and satisfied with her performance, when she
sees a bulky envelope on the coffee table, she checks it. It's full of money,
Sasha looks down at the man and empties the envelopes content over him as he
lays there "I wouldn't take money for doing something I enjoyed so much" she
tells the unconscious man. With that she goes to leave, but as she opens the
hotel room door there's a woman stood there just about to knock, she looks a
bit flustered as if she's been in a rush. The woman is another brunet, a bit
taller, good body and face, dressed in a pair of tight red leather trousers
and a black leather jacket undone showing off a black leather bra holding a
pair of desirable breasts.

Sasha knows who she is and looks back at the man on the floor covered in
money!

A short while later Sasha has walked down the corridor, round the corner and
found her room, she opens the door and walks in, inside is a tall blond man,
her boyfriend "Where have you been? Come on hurry up or we're going to be late
you know what time where meant to be there." She smiles "Oh I thought we would
give the show a miss tonight ... ... " The man stops what he's doing "what do
you mean?" Just then the brunette in the red leather trousers walks in "this
is Gia, we just meet, she's found herself at a bit of a loose end as the guy
she was meant to be playing with is ... ... " the two women look at each other
and smile. " ... ... he's unavailable, so I said why doesn't she come and help
me play some more!"

With that Sasha closes the door and the two women saunter over to the confused
looking man ... ... ... !