Task Number 9(1)

"Excuse me."

The young assistant at the front desk turned and smiled at the handsome man. "Yes, can I help you, sir?"

"Yes, I'm looking for someone that might have a room here. Her name is Ashley Martin."

"Hold on a minute, sir." She gave him another shy smile and went to the computer, quickly typing and locating the information she needed. "Yes, we have an Ashley Martin registered here. She's in room 510."

"Great. Can you give me a room nearby?"

"Actually, sir, we don't have any rooms left. We're booked until the middle of next week."

"What? No rooms?"

"No, sir."

Matthew Martin felt his blood boil. That bitch had a room here and it was vitally important that he have one as well. He took a breath in an effort to calm his anger, plastering a smile on his face. "There's absolutely nothing?"

"No, sir. Even our employee compound is full."

"Employee compound? What's that?"

"It's where some employees live while we work here. That way, there's someone that's always here to serve the hotel guests. I got one of the last rooms." She smiled again and he saw that her nametag said that her name was Megan.

"Well, I guess I'm out of luck, Megan."

"It looks that way, sir. I'm sorry. I can take your contact information just in case a room opens up … "

"How about you have some lunch with me?"

Her brown eyes seemed to brighten at his attention. "Well … "

"Oh, come on. You're not going to turn down lunch, are you?" He leaned forward, giving her a smoldering look and deepening his voice a bit. "Especially with someone who thinks you're so cute."

He watched the blood rush to her face and added a sexy grin. "I get off work in six minutes." She said, checking the clock.

"That's even better. How about we have lunch in your room?"

"R-Room service? No, I'll have to pass."

"Why?"

"Too expensive."

"I'm buying, Megan, and you can get whatever you want."

Matt knew that that had hooked her. "Whatever I want?"

"Yes. You can order a steak, lobster … whatever you want."

She batted her eyes and touched his hand. "Hold on a minute." She left the desk area, opening a door that said Employees Only. Seconds later, she came back out, moving around to his side of the reception desk. "Carmela's coming out to take my spot. Let's go."

Her room was small but had all the amenities of a normal hotel room, Matt noticed as she welcomed him in and dropped her keys on the table, heading for the menu and the phone.

"What shall we order first?"

Matt didn't give her time to scream. He clamped his hand over her mouth, grabbing her by the back of her head. "Don't fight me or I'll be forced to hurt you." Her frightened eyes reminded him of a terrified horse. "When are you scheduled to go to work again?"

"Tomorrow." She whispered against his palm.

"What time?"

"Two o'clock."

"You're going to call in sick for a few days. I need this room." She nodded, tears escaping her eyes. "Now, I'm going to let you go and you're going to do absolutely everything I tell you to do. If you try to escape or make any noise to attract attention, I'll hurt you. You understand?" Again, she nodded. Matt removed his hand and she gasped in air. "Take your clothes off."

"W-what?"

"I said, take your clothes off."

"But I … I've never had sex before."

Matthew's already rock-hard cock swelled even larger. "Well, after I'm done with you, you won't have to say that any more."

Tears streaked her cheeks and her bottom lip began to tremble. "Please. Please don't do this."

Matthew sighed. "I thought you were going to be fun, Megan. I thought you were going to be a good time." He opened his carry-on satchel and extracted the items he'd brought to use on Ashley: thick masking tape and a few pre-cut lengths of rope. "But it seems that I have to treat you like her."

"N-!"

A wide slice of masking tape cut off her words and Matt wrestled her to the floor, tying her wrists, then ankles. "You see, Megan, I like to have fun." He unzipped her skirt and pulled it off, barely pausing as he ripped the hose and panties from her young body. "And my kind of fun always includes pain." His cock sprung out as soon as he slid his pants and underwear down, dropping them on the floor. He picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, delighted at the sight of her tears. She landed on her stomach and he lifted her hips, her hairy pussy exposed to his eager prick. "And now it's time for some pain."

He pressed the head of his prick against her pussy and grimaced when the tight, dry hole didn't welcome him immediately. He slid back and applied his tongue to her cunt, slipping into the untried folds. She whimpered, trying to get away from his labial attack but Matt grabbed her by the hips and speared his tongue into her hole. This time, her whimper was borne of arousal, a welcome sound to Matt's ears. A little more spit and she was ready. His fat prick slid into her tight canal and he rammed himself home, feeling the thin membrane of her hymen split under his assault.

Megan's muffled shout went unheard as Matt began to plunge into her virgin hole, pumping as hard as he could, his balls slapping against her tender clit. Despite her efforts to remain detached, she was getting excited. The pain of his battering was slowly being replaced by the delicious friction of his hard cock and she found herself shuddering as magical sensations spread from her cunt to her nipples. Without warning, her pussy walls contracted and warm, wet liquid oozed out, accompanied by the most intense feeling of pleasure that she'd ever felt.

"You just came, didn't you?" Matt slapped one of her ass cheeks. "Yeah, maybe we will have some fun." He continued his thrusting, digging his hands into her hip muscles. "But right now, I'm gonna fill your pussy with my cum." He grunted as his penis jumped inside her, his spunk spurting and coating the insides of her hot box. Matt took a deep breath and laughed, seeing that she'd passed out.

"Sleep now, little one. We have miles to go beforeI sleep … "

*****

"Oh, shit!"

James looked up in surprise at the woman's accented voice and quickly strode over to help. The breath caught in his throat when he realized that the woman was none other than singer and actress Julie Andrews. She had dropped her Versace bag and the contents were rolling around the lobby floor. He scooped up lipstick, mascara, compact and wallet and walked over to her.

"Excuse me. I believe these are yours."

"Oh, thank you very much. I so hate to carry a purse."

"Well, that seems to be a woman thing."

"Yes, I know, but that's why I hire an assistant."

"To carry your purse?"

"Yes. That, among other things." She did her best to stuff everything back in the case. "Thank you so much for your help."

James smiled, trying to hide his nervousness. "You're welcome, Miss Andrews."

Julie Andrews graced him with her movie star smile, clasped his hand in a quick goodbye and headed for the hotel lobby. James stood for a moment, watching her elegant and trim figure depart, then turned to join the rest of the group who had been seated for lunch.

"Guess who I just saw?"

"Who?" Everyone asked at once.

"Julie Andrews."

Shock registered on everyone's faces. "The Julie Andrews?" Beverly breathed, awestruck.

"Yes! Isn't that great?"

"Um, who is Julie Andrews?"

James turned to Shane with a half-smile on his face. "You don't know who Julie Andrews is?"

"No."

"Ever seenThe Sound of Music?"

"No. Was it a TV show?"

"No, it's a movie. How aboutVictor/Victoria?" Kelly Jo asked.

"Nope."

"Okay, I've got one. You had to have seen this one. S.O.B."

Shane looked at Kevin as if he was an alien. "That's thereal name of a movie?"

"Yeah. That was a great movie!" Kevin gushed. "She showed her tits in that one."

"Julie Andrews showed her boobs?" Beverly exclaimed.

"Oh, yeah! That was the best thing in that movie." James laughed. "I can't remember all the details but I think her character did it to save her husband's movie."

Shane shrugged, offering a sheepish smile. "Sorry. Does she have any famous children?"

"Not in the business. At least, not that I know of." James shook his head. "Damn, I feel old!"

The group erupted in gentle laughter and ordered lunch. And as if on cue, just when they'd finished eating and were having cocktails, Nathan arrived, drawing a groan from the tablemates.

"Why, thank you! And I'm happy to see you, too." The driver spat jokingly, an envelope in his hands.

Shane said, "We like you, Nathan. It's just that every time we see you … "

"Yeah, I know, but do remember, you are welcome to leave at any time." His tone was still playful but hard reality was a palpable undercurrent. "Mr. Weathers, would you please come with me?"

James wiped his mouth and tossed his napkin on the table. Beverly caught his arm as he arose and gave him a smile of encouragement. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her mouth, surprising both of them. "Be careful."

"I will." He whispered with a wink.

Kevin, Kelly Jo, Ashley and Shane all watched James go, then turned to Beverly. "Well!" Kelly Jo grinned. "When didthat happen?"

"Just now." Beverly answered, still clearly surprised herself. "He did just kiss me, didn't he? I didn't dream that, did I?"

"No!" Kelly Jo laughed, her mirth quickly dying when Ashley put a chokehold on the hand she was holding. "Ash, you're killing my hand. Ashley?Ash!"

Ashley's beautiful face was as white as a sheet, her eyes locked onto something across the room. "He's here."

"Who's here?" Beverly asked, looking around.

"Matthew." Kelly Jo supplied, also glancing around, her expression grave. "Her husband."