Nicolette stepped out of the car and looked up at the hotel, the key in her hand. She had a strong sense of foreboding as she looked up, knowing exactly which room she was looking for. She walked through reception and stepped into the lift, her heart beating rapidly as she watched the numbers climb. She stepped out onto the floor and felt herself retracing her steps from a year ago. She found the room and scanned the corridor, making sure she was alone. Only then did she take a deep breath and use the key left for her to open the room.
Stepping inside was nauseating, but she pushed on and entered. It was empty. Nobody was waiting for her. Not like last time. She searched the hotel room and connecting bathroom and exhaled.
But then her eyes fell on the bag left on the bed. She approached it cautiously and peered inside. Her breath caught in her throat as she pulled out the red silk lingerie. It was the exactly the same as the lingerie she wore that afternoon. She whirled around and checked the room again, but it was empty. She was alone. Sasha wasn’t here.
The memories came back so vividly it was like she was remembering them in real time, watching herself from the outside. She started at the door where she recalled the man opened it to greet her, that condescending and smug look on his face. She’d been leading him on for weeks, and he was hooked. She wore the lingerie under a coat for good measure, sauntering into the room flashing a playful smile, teasing him with her body. In her minds eye she followed herself as she crossed the room to make a drink before moving suggestively to the bed.
Watching it back left her disgusted at herself. She knew it was a mistake, but she was convinced she could prove he was a sleazy hypocrite. She couldn’t remember the details, what they talked about or how long it took to get to the actual seducing. She skipped to the part where she goaded him into instigating the kiss by dropping her coat onto a chair and beckoning him towards her.
I should’ve left the instant he put his hands on me, she thought to herself.
Instead she pushed it further, to be sure. She unbuckled his belt and dropped to her knees. She submitted herself to this man and sucked his cock. She pulsing believe she demeaned herself like that. But then she was spiraling on a train of self sabotage and sure as hell wasn’t thinking clearly. She was a fool.
Sasha didn’t help matters. He was practically gloating about having a lesbian give him a blowjob, smirking at her smugly. She wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. For some reason that meant pushing him onto the bed and mounting his lap to ride his cock in her mind. She could still remember how it felt to have that man’s penis inside of her. And how disappointing his performance was. No wonder he and his wife split up.
She stared at the bed where they had the affair, the image of her throwing herself at him in the outfit she held in her hands disgusting her. She recalled fighting off his hands as he tried to take it off, grope her breasts. She fought to stay in control, stay on top, as if to show him she wasn’t going to play his game. I chose to sleep with him she scoffed, scolding herself and her stupidity.
She sat on the bed and sighed. She didn’t enjoy cheating on Kiri. She regretted it the moment she went through with it. She recalled the only way she managed to stomach fucking a married man was by fantasying she was having sex with Kiri. That it was them in this hotel room. It was her on the bed she was riding, their naked bodies moving together, her eyes lusting after her, her hands caressing her breasts. She closed her eyes in the present day and tried to picture her, her gorgeous dark skinned body and soft flesh, those incredible eyes and that smile that used to make her giddy. She wished she could’ve taken that moment back a year ago. Maybe they could’ve worked through her insecurities. They could’ve stayed together. None of this would be happening now.
She opened her eyes and exhaled. She couldn’t change the past. She had to move forward. She had to figure out what was going on. She snatched up the bag and left the hotel room. If Sasha is back, she had to find him and figure out what he wants before her family or friends find out.
***
Nicolette left the hotel in a hurry, carrying the bag in her hands. Veronica stepped out and watched her enter her car. She knew she’d come. The breadcrumbs were so obvious.
She stared at the woman who had ruined everything. Her affair with her husband destroyed their marriage. She had fantasized about what she might do if she ever confronted her. She had visions of herself walking into that hotel room she had reserved for this game, opening the door and walking in on the two of them. She could picture it vividly, that harlot riding her husband wearing that lingerie. The image disgusted her, horrified her.
She had almost followed the redhead up to the room. She considered waiting outside the room for her to come out. Or maybe she would storm in and confront her at last. In both scenarios, she pictured Nicolette wearing that lingerie. Because that’s the image she couldn’t get out of her mind after finding that photo she sent her husband. She would stare at it for ages, loathing the fact she sent it to Sasha, loathing her. She imagined what she would do if she stormed into that room, the confusion and then fear in the bitch’s when she realized who she was, why she was there.
Veronica felt a surge of vengeful glee as she fantasized herself giving her a taste of her own medicine. She came to that hotel room for sex, so she could give it to her. Rough, vengeful hate sex. She would pin her against a wall and shove her hand into her cunt until she screamed, her hands around her throat so she could choke her, listen to her excuses stutter into whimpers while she fingered her into submission. Or maybe she would bend her over and spank her treacherous little ass until she was begging her to stop. She bit her bottom lip and looked at her hand, wondering how hard it would be to shove her fist up that tight lesbian butt.
She glanced down at the floor, however, and formulated the perfect image to vent her rage. Her on her knees with her mouth shoved between her legs. Vernon is could get off on dominating that lesbian bitch, ordering her to show her how she seduced her husband. She would glare into her eyes as they pleaded for her to let her go, and she would refuse and force her pussy against her harder. She closed her eyes and growled, getting aroused from the image. A sadistic part of her entertained the idea of putting Kiri in Nicolette’s place, seducing her former girlfriend and making her watch, see how she likes being the cuckold.
She lifted her gaze and stared across the car park to her car as she drove away. She may have missed her chance to deliver that level of punishment to the woman, but her games with her had only just begun.
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