The Plan by Apryl Summers Page B

merely lifted my sunglasses
and winked at him, flirting.
    Reuben knocked at my door.
At first, he did not recognize me with my hair pulled back and tucked through
the back of my cap. Nevertheless, I captured his attention easily. After making
the call to the front desk, I had removed my bra and now my luscious breasts
were popping through my pink T-shirt, drawing his focus to my brown nipples
which shone like headlights on an 18-wheeler semi-truck. Secured inside my
shirt were three $100 bills.
    I reminded him I was the
owner of the red convertible in the parking garage and he remembered me.
    “ So, you can hook me up? ” I asked.
    “ Oh, oh, no . .
. no ma ’ am, ” he said, stammering his words.
    “ I ’ ll
make it worth your while, ” I
said as I lifted up high my T-shirt, exposing my breasts and allowing the money
to drop to the floor. “ Whoops,
I dropped something, ” I
said as I lowered my shirt and picked up the cash. I walked to the high-top
table, took a pen and wrote, “ GHB — 2 doses — - liquid ” on the hotel letterhead paper. I tore the note from the tablet and handed it to
Reuben.
    As he read my note, I
reached out with my hand, holding the cash. “ Is $300 enough? ” I asked as he took the money. “ Or do you need more? ” I pushed my biceps against the outside of
my boobs, causing them to squeeze together and push out of my shirt. He got
excited and started walking towards me. I lifted my hand and said, “ Not so fast, homie. You deliver the
product today before 5 pm and I will reward you tomorrow for your efforts. ”
    He grabbed my duffle bag
full of my BDSM apparel and apparatus, along with my luggage, and placed them
on a luggage dolly and brought them to my car. We were to meet in the parking
garage at 5 pm to make the exchange.
    I drove to the New York,
New York Hotel where earlier, before Reuben came to the room, I had booked a
room for the night in the Penthouse suite. It was 1,100 square feet with a
separate Master bedroom, spa tub and living and dining room tables.  
    Unpacking my clothes,
makeup and beauty supplies to make it look like I was living there, I arranged
for easy access to the BDSM paraphernalia in the large walk-in closet.
    At 3 pm, Harvey called. I
told him to meet me at Coyote Ugly Saloon at 7. “ We ’ re going to have fun tonight, ” I said with conviction.
    “ I can ’ t wait, ” he replied.
    The next step in my plan
was to call Janine. I told her that Harvey was not responding to my advances
sexually and that he seemed disinterested.
    “ That ’ s strange, ” she said.
    “ For real, ” I responded. “ I think he misses you. ”
    “ Really, ” she perked up. “ You think so? ”
    I told her I needed her
help to get his engine charged and if she would meet me in my hotel room at 9 pm , I said we could give Harvey a show like
we did with Thomas — maybe
that would help. She agreed and was excited to lend a hand, I said I would
split the fee 50-50 with her.
    Reuben came through as
promised, and Harvey showed up at 7 pm on the dot. We ordered a drink and
started dancing on the main floor. Amazingly, he was a good dancer and the
night was beginning as planned. After about an hour and a half of partying,
dancing and flirting, we went to the bar for another drink. I bought Pina
Coladas on purpose; the sweetness would dilute the salty taste of the GHB.
    The DJ announced it was
do-a-dance time; the music started and four beautifully busty barmaids jumped
upon the bar counter and started dancing provocatively. One of the girls got
over the top of Harvey, shaking her boobs in delight. Over the loud music, I
leaned over and asked him, “ Would
you do her? ”
    “ What? ” he yelled back over the noise.
    “ I said. ” I raised my voice my voice, “ Would you do her? ” He knew what I meant.
    He turned, almost offended,
and said, “ No! ”
    The dancer started dancing
in front of me. Leaning over again, I asked Harvey, “ Would you like to watch me