Encounter at Travelodge, Part 2: Or, “The se SeXStoRY

“Miss, you’re going to have to come with me.” is probably not going to feature prominently then they write the history of Domination in Europe as the greatest opening line of a scene. Neither is “I need to talk to you about a hippopotamus.” as a follow up. But at least it established who I am. At this point in time, I’m not sure of her reaction – having just met her, and being nervous as hell, my reading of her emotions isn’t exactly worthy of a circus fortuneteller act. But so far, I haven’t crashed and burned yet – I must still be on my 20 seconds. Putting some money on the table to pay for her drink, I take a firm hold of her arm to lead her to the car, and as she walks with me, I don’t dare to look at her directly for fear that I’d lose my nerve and break the scene with something as silly as “Hey, I’m Telman, nice to meet you, would you like to go be humiliated and fucked now?” I sit her in the back (using the appropriate “mind your head” gesture – I knew that watching all that CSI would pay off sometime!), and start the car. “Where are you taking me?” she asks… “Must not break Scene, must not break scene!” I think – but, what’s really on my mind is that we didn’t go through any of the usual set-up! “Someplace we can talk in private. You’ll be allowed a phone call to your f****y to inform them of the location.” – that being my consensus to safe domination (you never know what freaks are out there – or in the car…) and staying with the plan. Mercifully, the ride is just long enough – passed in silence – for me to think of what to do next. The hotel has an elevator straight from the parking garage to the room floors – I f***efully grab her hand to lead her, using my card to open the door to reveal a standard motel-style room. It looks completely nondescript. No personality at all. It will be perfect for an evening of debauchery, and to act as a stand in for an eastern bloc interrogation room. “Worthless bitch, you have betrayed the motherland!” I shout as I close the door and drop my bag. “The party has sent me to impress upon you just HOW BADLY YOU HAVE FUCKED UP YOUR WORTHLESS LIFE! I WILL get the code word out of you. And you will be made to pay.” I see the gleam in her eye as I (finally – as I now actually have a plan) start the game. “You will tell me what I want to know. Resistance will be punished. It’s best to tell me now, and we can end this quickly.” She keeps her mouth shut. “Very well,” I say, “let me tell you how this will work. I will do things to you, things that this country has never seen, and it’s never seen them because it is weak. But, we might make use of you still, if you tell me what you need to know – it is not in the Motherlands interest for you to perish here. The great leader taught us that yellow is the color of caution and red the color of danger. I will apply these tenants to our… conversation.” Did she understand that Yellow is the code for “proceed with caution” and red for “don’t do that” – without breaking scene? I’m sure she understands that “Hippopotamus” is both the safe word, and the “code” I mean to get out of her. She smiles. “You’ll never get it out of me.” I know she understood. Let the fun begin. (Please search for "Encounter at Travelodge" or view my profile to read it from the start.)