First Teacher Conference Pt 01

Brooke Simms, a 23 year old, first year teacher, was chosen by her Principal to attend a Teacher Conference in Atlanta, Georgia. She was stunned and thrilled to be picked to go. She would be the lone teacher from the district. The best part was she could take Thursday and Friday off to travel and attend the Conference. It ran Friday through Sunday noon. She would fly home Sunday afternoon. All her expenses would be paid by the District. Brooke couldn't believe her good fortune. The Conference was in 3 weeks. Being it was January in the Midwest, the prospect of warm weather in Atlanta was delightful for Brooke. She couldn't wait.

Those 3 weeks took forever but finally the Thursday morning arrived for her flight to Atlanta. The weather in Atlanta was in the 60's the entire duration of her stay. Brooke was leaving 10 degree weather in the Midwest. She couldn't wait to get to Atlanta!

Brooke, a single woman, just hadn't come across her future lover and husband yet. She didn't date very much. She was shy at times, especially when meeting males of her dating range. There was absolutely no reason Brooke didn't have a steady boyfriend, or was engaged, or even married by now. She wore her dark blonde hair long, past her shoulders, and had all the features a model would desire. She was tall, 5 foot 9, long thin legs, a nice set of 33B breasts, and very attractive face.

After landing Brooke got an Uber to her hotel, which was where the Conference was being held. She settled in her nice room, and still had the evening to enjoy. The Hotel was huge with all kinds of amities. Brooke decided to go use the heated indoor pool.

Brooke changed into a dark blue two piece swimsuit, not a bikini, but certainly showcased her shapely body. Wearing a t-shirt and shorts Brooke headed to the heated pool. There weren't a lot of people in the pool. But maybe more than she would have liked, her shyness surfaced. The top was a halter tie behind her neck, two hooks to connect in the back, and two straps that hung behind and below the hooks, that tied together as well. The halter top separated and spread her breasts in a most sexy style. Eventually she took off the shorts and t-shirt and got into the pool. The water was so warm and relaxing. Brooke was glad she "dipped her toe in the water." Soon she was swimming and forgetting her shyness.

Brooke swam for about 30 minutes before getting out and sitting in a poolside chair before heading back to her room. She was not aware, but her getting out of the pool and walking to her chair turned several male heads. One man, whose eyes tracked her the entire time she was in the pool and walking to the chair was, Ryan Holmes, 25 years old, and part of a nasty group of men. The groups motto, or creed, was based on "Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap!" Dirty Deeds they would do, but no chance it was Dirt Cheap. The price was very High. The small group looked to take advantage of women, sexually, financially, or by blackmail. Whatever they could find to exploit a woman, married or single. The attractive, beautiful ones were high on their list. The group had a specific plan in mind for this Teacher Conference. They had humiliated a MILF a year ago at a similar Conference. Ryan took a liking to this attractive woman.

As he sat there Ryan looked at the pictures on his phone. Oh yes, no mistaking that pretty face, it was exactly the same woman. There was a contract out on Brooke Simms. Not what a contract meant on the street, this contract was for video of her sexual assault. It was a highly prepaid cash transaction. All this group of men needed to do was execute the crime or performance, depending on what side of the law you were on.

Ryan had credentials to get into the Conference tomorrow, his alias was Mark Booker, as a teacher, not working at a school district, but looking for employment. He dressed up in a suit and tie and arrived very early Friday morning sitting in the lobby of the hotel where check-in for the Conference. It didn't take long and there she was, pretty as her picture, Brooke Simms.

Looking her over, trying not to stare, Ryan liked her blue skirt, several inches above her knees, a loose fitting blouse, and black flats. The loose fitting blouse didn't display her breasts very well, but she was showing enough of her slim, sexy legs.

After she checked in, getting her credentials, and name tag she looked at her map of the large hotel like a first time visitor to Disney World. Brooke was still a little nervous and intimidated by just being there. She was unaware of Ryan standing next to her.

"Could I help you find where you need to be?" Ryan asked, inhaling her perfume and her sexiness.

"Oh, I didn't see you there, I'm so sorry, Umm... yes, no... oh gosh...." Brooke laughed, all aimed at herself. She was embarrassed, but also taken by this strangers handsome looks.

"Did I startle you? I didn't mean to. Just wanted to help, these can be intimidating at first." Ryan tried to assure her.

"Yes, no, I mean, oh gosh, thank you." Brooke felt flustered, but really did appreciate help.

Ryan asked to look at her Conference schedule and told her, "I'm headed to that session too. Crazy huh. Mind if I walk with you?"

Brooke smiled, she had a beautiful smile, and said, "yes, thank you........ oh yes, of course I'll follow you."

Truth be revealed Brooke would follow this handsome gentleman anywhere, thoughts that Brooke would forever wish she never had.

Ryan lead the way, with his hand, allowing her to walk next to him.

He introduced himself, "Hello, I'm Mark Booker, I really didn't intend to surprise you. You just looked lost."

"Oh, I sure was.... and thanks for helping me out." Brooke replied.

Once inside the room Mark asked if he could sit next to her. There was no way Brooke could refuse his request, but she really wanted him to sit next to her. Her shyness wasn't a problem and she did find him very handsome!

Brooke worked hard at taking in all the leader of the session had to present, but part of her was thinking about Mark. Did she have to travel to a Conference to meet a new man. Could he be interested in her? Could it work out? Brooke tried to shake those thoughts away, she was dreaming again.

Yet, there was a 10 minute break, and Mark and Brooke began a conversation that was very natural. She felt relaxed around him. She was almost sad when the session ended. He asked her if she knew where she was going next, she didn't he gave her directions. He really wanted to hang with her but it might become obvious. The rewards for Mark and his friends were just down the road.

But before Brooke walked away Mark invited her have lunch with him. There were several places in the hotel to eat. Brooke said she'd like that and they agreed on a time and believe it or not the McDonalds downstairs. The few places inside the hotel were very crowded.

They both laughed as they sat down at a table after getting their food. They only had about 30 minutes to finish lunch before the first afternoon session would be starting. As they talked, sharing stories of teaching, especially Brooke's tales of first year teaching. Mark took it all in paying her most of his attention, but taking time to take in, and admire her assets!

Sitting down and sitting up straight, made her breasts more apparent. Her pair seemed round, perky, and possibly a nice handful. Mark tried hard not to be staring, it was difficult, but he had to be sure to pay attention to Brooke and keep engaged in conversation. He succeeded. Brooke enjoyed lunch and having a pleasant chat with a man she found good looking.

Just before lunch was over Mark apologized for having to eat at MacDonald's, that she deserved better than this. He offered the invitation for dinner on Saturday night, at a much nicer restaurant. It caught Brooke off guard, was he asking her out on a date? She wasn't sure what to answer. She pondered her answer, feeling nervous, with all types of feelings. Mark could easily sense her indecision.

Brooke knew there was a Conference presentation on Saturday night. It was a fun activity, nothing she couldn't miss. so she go out on a dinner date, but she didn't really know this man that well, or for very long. Mark could tell she was struggling to answer.

"Brooke, the restaurant is just down the street from here, we can meet here, in the lobby, and walk to it. It's an American cuisine, steaks, fish, all excellent. It is a bit of a dress up place. Did you bring something fancy?" He laughed casually, but told Brooke he'd be donning a tie and he truly hoped she would join him. Brooke really wanted to say Yes, but she hesitated, weighing the offer. Then Brooke answered, "yes, that sounds fun, of course. Did you have a time to meet?"

Mark, partly surprised she agreed so quickly, answered, "yes, how does 7 sound? Not too late is it?"

"Umm, yes, yeah, that should work fine. Thank you." Brooke responded.

All the time they finished their lunch and carried trays back to the area designated, Brooke thought about what she would wear, and what this date could mean. The exited out into the hallway of the hotel. They said thanks almost together, wished each other a good afternoon, but not before Mark got Brooke to call him on her cell phone so he'd have her number. Then off they went their separate ways.

Brooke spend her time at the afternoon sessions thinking about Mark. She found him handsome, liked that he was older than she was, at least she thought he was, she was too timid to ask. Maybe he thought she was older, that thought ran through Brooke's mind. She liked the time she'd spent with him. She wondered how their relationship would turn out. More than anything she was trying to figure out what to wear, she did bring a skirt, jacket and heels along, she didn't have the time or money to go shopping in the next 24 hours. She finally, after spending the night in her room, talking herself into all was good. She would enjoy their date and see what happens.

Mark spent his night planning with his two buddies. They were planning out the sexual assault, and humiliation of Brooke Simms. The plan would start with the two men checking out Brooke at the restaurant, but not being together. Then they figured out what would take place in the hotel room, and the "getaway" from Atlanta. There was one detail to work out and one of the men had the solution, so they sat around drinking Whiskey to toast their rape of the young blonde unsuspecting teacher.

Mark texted her in the morning to be sure they were still on for dinner. Brooke texted back that she was looking forward to it. She'd meet him in the lobby. Mark replied he was sorry he wouldn't see her during the day, he had a job interview that just came up. He was lying through his teeth and Brooke bought the whole story. The truth was Mark would meet a high class hooker at another hotel in Atlanta and fuck her several times. She was a 500 dollar an hour Whore. Her name was Abbey, a 22 year old brunette.

Finally getting ready for his date with Brooke, he was sure he had several Viagra's in his pocket. He planned to spend a long night with her. He texted his buddies and told them where they could see Brooke, what restaurant, and the time. Mark wanted to be sure they liked the "merchandise!" He was sure they would.

Mark dressed in nice slacks, dress shirt, tie, sports coat and loafers. The switchblade was in the vest pocket of the sports jacket. Having tucked some nylon cord into his socks Mark felt ready. Texts from his buddies came in one after the other. They would be ready to see the pussy Mark had to show them. The two had worked with Ryan/Mark, they weren't always sure what to call him, they had pulled this type of crime off twice before. The first two were for their enjoyment, blackmail for money, and selling the video for a sweet profit. This one was for a new client, and a real good chunk of change.

Brooke was excited wondering how this relationship would progress. Could this be her fantasy romance? Was this the right thing to do? She hardly knew this handsome man. How would this date go, would he kiss her? How far was too fast, too soon for her? She couldn't answer any of those questions.

Brooke showered, did her hair and makeup. She chose white panties, a white bra, with a front clasp, and decided no hose. She felt her underwear was so boring, but she hadn't expected to meet a man on this trip. She had a matching white short sleeve jacket and skirt to wear.The skirt had a zipper in the back, and the hem was zigzag patterned at the bottom, and fell 3 inches above her knees. The jacket had 3 buttons and had a black, soft belt that connected just under her breasts. The only high heels Brooke had were a pair of gray strappy sandals. The heels were thick and 2 ⅝ inches. There were wide straps across her toes, the top of her foot, and around her ankle, leaving her heel open. Brooke wore a silver cross necklace, and had on a pair of white drop earrings, hanging 2 inches down from her lobes, with a small white ball at the bottom.

She gathered her shoulder strap purse and headed to the lobby. She beat Mark there by 5 minutes. He complimented her on how beautiful she looked. She also told him he looked "very dashing" as well. Brooke was surprised at how easily, in just 2 days, she felt around him. Mark liked how she was dressed, liked the heels, shortness of her skirt, her hair, and hazel eyes! He didn't care for the looseness of her jacket. He really wanted to see her tits and their size. Soon enough, he told himself.

Brooke was impressed as they were escorted to their table. It was very high class, and Brooke was quickly telling Mark she just couldn't believe the prices, and would find the cheapest meal. He took her hand and told her she could order whatever she wanted, no matter the price. She gave him the shy smile of thank you.

It wasn't long before Zeke, one of his two buddies walked by the table. Zeke was 32, and a black stud, with a large cock, that tore up women! He definitely liked the young blonde, and within 5 minutes texted Mike saying, "Blondie will make a fucking hot gang bang!"

Then 10 minutes later, the video expert, Wes, 24 years old, walked by and he too texted a big thumbs up, and "bet that cunt is blonde everywhere!"

Mark felt distracted by the two texts, being unable to show his reactions to the texts to Brooke. He lied saying it was his brother. Brooke bought the entire lie the last few days hook, line and sinker. The dinner was coming to an end and it was time to reel this cutie in and have a gang bang with her for about 8 hours! He thought she just might be the best one yet, and the one who was commanding the largest payoff.

Their conversation had been great, Brooke was having a great time, and thinking wonderful thoughts about Mark. Mark paid the bill with cash and pulled the chair out for Brooke. They exited the restaurant and Mark took Brooke's hand as they walked back to the hotel. He did it without saying anything to Brooke, just without a hint. She knew it immediately and it surprised her. There was little conversation as they entered the hotel. Mark offered to walk her to her room. She accepted and they got on the elevator to her room. There was no one else in the elevator and Mark held Brooke's hand even tighter.

The elevator door opened and Brooke indicated the direction to her room. It was down the hall and to the right. They arrived at her room and Brooke took her room card out from her purse. As she inserted it into the lock and turned the handle, the door opened.

Mark asked her, "mind if I come inside for a while?"

Brooke was caught unaware, actually she did expect it, but did answer with, "oh, I'm sorry Mark, I'm not that kind of girl."

Mark's hand let go of her hand, grabbing her arm, at the elbow, and pushed her inside, kicking the door shut with his foot.

Brooke began to protest, sputtering out incomplete words. Her weak protests were cut off swiftly. Mark punched her hard in the stomach, hard enough to knock all the air out of her, and fall to one knee. Brooke was gasping for air. Even being naive, Brooke understood she was in a lot of trouble, rape was in the air for her! She knew Mark was not the man she thought he was. Those thoughts ran through her brain, but at the moment she couldn't breathe. She heard Mark lock the door.

With tears starting to run down both cheeks, Brooke looked up at Mark. She couldn't get words out of her mouth or a scream for help. Quickly any hopes to escape were dashed. Mark grabbed a handful of her long blonde locks with his left hand. The right hand now had a knife in it, and dangerously close to Brooke's ear!

The blade touched her earring, making the hanging ball swing back and forth. Mark looked down, with a sinister grin.

"Now then Brooke, thinking you want to change your answer, 'cause I AM staying the night! Time for you slut to know I get what I WANT, and that is you, honey!"

Brooke's body shook, as she realized she'd fallen into a trap, with her life in peril. The blade began to slide, flat side, against her neck, then up to her ear.

"I will hurt you real bad Brooke Simms if you scream or cause any trouble. Do you understand?"

He shook her head side to side, then let go of her hair.

"You got it Teach? Nod your head yes."

The terrified Brooke shook her head up and down.

"Good girl, remember the rules and you'll get to go home tomorrow, with quite a story to tell your students!"

His laugh was haunting and sick to her.

Her breath was slowly returning, and her chest was burning less.

"Look up here Brooke," Mark told her. He had taken off his sports coat and tie. She did and saw he was unbuckling his belt, then his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. Brooke could see the big, hard bulge in his underwear.

The steel of the knife now was at her chin, she could feel the point. She closed her eyes.

"No you don't pretty Brooke, keep those gorgeous hazel eyes open and keep them on me. I bet you like cock, Don't 'ya?"

Mark didn't wait for an answer. He watched Brooke's bottom lip quiver.

"Now that we understand each other, take that top off, nice and slow. Show me your tits!"

Brooke was devastated, yet she had completed violence training in her school district several months before and sexual assault, hostage situations were covered. Brooke remembered it was said to not escalate a bad situation and cooperation could save your life. This was the exact situation Brooke found herself. She found her hands moving up to unbutton her jacket. Seeing that Mark pulled the knife away, his left hand entwined his fingers into her hair feeling the soft strands wrap around his skin.

Brooke kept her eyes on Mark's as she was breathing hard, trying to catch her breath, and her belly still hurt. One button was undone, now a second. Brooke begged Mark, "please....don't...make me......"

He stopped her in mid plea, "Shut the fuck up Brooke, get that off."

Brooke had to unfasten the belt before her trembling fingers slid the last button through the opening. Her jacket hung open. Brooke saw in his evil eyes she wasn't done. Slowly she pulled the jacket off her shoulders and Mark reached out to take it from her, tossing it aside. Mark's eyes shifted to Brooke's breasts encased inside her bra. There was nice cleavage for Mark to enjoy. But he wanted much more.

"Take the bra off Teach, show me what you got for me to see!"

With the knife looming closer to her ear, Brooke reached between her breasts to unhook the catch. With Mark savoring every movement and jiggle, Brooke took off her bra. Mark took it from her hand, never taking his eyes off her two love orbs.

"Bigger than I thought Ms. Simms, those are very nice. You shouldn't hide them as much as you do!"

Brooke felt total humiliation and helpless. She could feel her nipples getting hard, and she couldn't stop it. She could have put her arms over her breasts, but the knife just terrified her.