My boss stuck his head in the door and told me to pack my bags. Sales had hooked a big fish and wanted someone from Tech Services to come to the final pitch to answer all of 'those' questions. Apparently it was my turn and no amount to complaining was going to get me out of it.
The salespeople were leaving in the afternoon so that they could have the evening to cram and prepare. I showed up in a tie with matching socks (a first for me) and met the "Resource Team" in the parking lot. The team was all guys and we were shooting the bull in our heavy coats in front of the company car waiting for the team leader to arrive. Up pulls this cherry red BMW and Sandra, bitch goddess with her ice blonde hair in a bun, leans out and orders us to get in the car. Jake, standing next to me, grabs my arm and tells me, "Our car is full, you are riding with the team leader." Thanks guys, you assholes.
I clambered in and introduced myself. Sandra made it clear that she knew who I was and there would be no smoking, eating, or drinking in her vehicle. The presentation was 3-1/2 hours upstate and off we went. Sandra, concerned for her baby, drove the speed limit and soon the other car was far ahead and then out of sight.
About two hours north and a few false starts at conversation, the sky turned from overcast to very dark and ugly. Sandra turned on the radio to check for a weather forecast (I wasn't allowed to touch any buttons) and the winter advisory had turned into a blizzard warning.
There was no exit off the highway near and soon the snow began to fall; Sandra became anxious. There were no cars ahead or behind; the highway was empty. I suggested we get off at the first exit and she agreed nervously; she was holding the wheel tightly and her knuckles turned white. The snow began to pick up and was falling thickly by the time we hit the next exit. At the bottom of the ramp was a gas station and motel.
"Pull into the motel" I said, "I'm sure you do not want to turn around and try to go back in this." She nodded her head sharply and pulled into the lot. There were a lot of cars. Sandra walked into the lobby and stated that she would get us rooms. My cellphone had no reception so I placed a quick call at the payphone to the wife telling her where I was and all was well, more or less.
As I hung up Sandra came up to me visibly shaken and told me that the place was booked and she could only get one room, with a king size bed. "Don't worry," I told her, "I can sleep on the floor." She pulled around to the room and I took the two small bags from the trunk. Her hands were shaking so bad that she could not get the key in the door. It seems that Miss Bitch was out of her element and out of control. I took the key from her and opened the door; with a hand on the small of her back I gently pushed her into the room.
Typical ugly room with an old spread and curtains. Sandra walked past the bathroom to the bed and froze, just froze. I was afraid she was going to go catatonic on me. I reached into my bag and pulled out the small bottle of bourbon I carry on such outings and handed her the bottle. She looked at me with fear in her face as I wrapped her hand around the glass. "Here, have a drink," I said and she did not move. With starch in my voice I demanded: "Take a swallow, now," and she did.
As the liquid burned the back of her throat, it became obvious to me that this bitch was mine, all mine and I was going to take her. "Do you want to get through this?" I asked her and she nodded weakly. My hand took her chin and turned her eyes to look into mine. "If you want to get through this, then you are going to have to trust me and do everything I say. Can you do that?" She nodded again.
"Take of your shoes and hose, and make yourself comfortable on the bed." She put her hand on my shoulder and toss them on the floor. When she got situated I handed her the bottle again and told her to take a big swallow. Sandra's eyes began to water as the liquor hit. I told her to take her hair down and the blond locks fell around her face framing it. Gorgeous: a healthy, athletic figure I repose. I told her we were going to create a little fantasy and make this whole terrible day go away. She smiled a little at the idea.
I sat down next to her and put my hand on knee. "Tonight I am your lover who will protect you, keep you, and give you magical pleasure. Do you trust me?" She nodded again but I stopped her with my hand on her chin again. "No, you must tell me."