Paying The Price by Piper Mackenzie

My hand shook as I lifted it to the call button. I was so close to running away, but then what would I do? Who would have expected that my first time would be like this?
    I pressed the button for the penthouse suite and waited. Jacob's voice crackled through the speaker. “Yes?”
    “It's Rachel.”
    He didn't say anything more. I heard a faint click as the door unlocked. Pulling it open I stepped quickly over the threshold. A small bell dinged as the doors of an elevator swept open, I moved towards it, stepping inside.
    I made use of the short journey upwards to take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down a little. My reflection stared back at me from the mirrors that lined the walls of the small box; I looked as scared as I felt.
    The elevator came smoothly to a stop, the doors sweeping opened without a sound. The entrance hall was empty, as was the living room. I stood in the middle of the floor and waited.
    Soft footsteps alerted me to his arrival, as he padded down another corridor towards me. He was still dressed in the smart trousers and shirt he'd been wearing earlier, but he'd discarded the suit jacket somewhere.
    “I thought you'd change your mind,” he said simply.
    “Obviously I didn't.” I had come so close to not coming, but I'd regret it forever if I hadn't.
    He walked towards the sofa, dropping down to sit directly in the centre and motioning for me to stand in front of him.
    “You understand the deal, right?”
    “One night and you'll give me the cash I need.”
    “If you back out before I'm finished the deals off.”
    I nodded, wondering what he might have in mind that could scare me off.
    “Take off your coat.” It was an order, not a request.
    I untied the belt that held it closed, slipping it from my shoulders. I began to fold it, but his words stopped me.
    “Just drop it on the ground.”
    I did as I was told. He simply sat there, taking in my appearance. I'd been careful to follow his instructions and wear something sexy; if I was stooping to this level I wasn't going to let something as small as what I was wearing ruin it.
    The gold dress sparkled in the lamp light that suffused the dim room; it was so short that it barely covered the top of my stockings.
    “Take off the dress.” His voice harsh, like the last time we'd talked.
    “You're not even going to feed me first?” I asked sarcastically. It was probably stupid to mess around with him, but it made me feel less like a whore.
    “This isn't a date. You're a whore. I'm going fuck you and then you get to go home with the cold hard cash.”
    The words stung, but I held the tears back that prickled behind my eyes.
    I stared defiantly at him as I reached behind myself, unzipping the golden fabric. I shimmied out of it so that I stood before him in a black lace bra and panties, my stockings and heels.
    My face burned with embarrassment and it took every inch of my determination not to bite my lip and stare at the ground.
    “Now the bra.”
    I reached back once again to unclasp the hooks, letting the delicate garment slide down my arms, allowing my breasts freedom from their restraints. I could see the fabric of his trousers tenting as his cock rose against it.
    “Turn around.”
    I placed one foot over the other, twisting to face away from him.. Using the temporary reprieve from his piercing eyes to press mine shut and take a deep breath, trying to keep myself calm.
    “Slide the thong down to your ankles.” I moved my hands to my hips, hooking my thumbs in the narrow sides of the barely-there panties and lowering them down my thighs. “Keep your legs straight.”
    I straightened my legs, pointing my ass into the air as I dragged the small scrap of fabric down the rest of my legs and over my shoes.
    “Stay right there and open your legs wider,” he said, as I began to return to standing. I pushed my feet outwards, holding my legs to maintain my balance. I felt so exposed; the humiliation and arousal fought back and forth within me,