Rachel knocks gently on the door while balancing the weight of the tray on the other hand, she tries to hide her excitement and act normal as footsteps approach the door. This was her one chance of a better life, an opportunity she had been waiting for since she took this job.

She had submitted a job application to the hotel three months back not because she loved the job or she was willing to make a living out of it, but she saw it as an opening to find wealthy men like Stephen Grey. Knowing that all men have one weakness, which as a woman was the only thing she had to offer, she intended to use it to get what she wants.

If she could lure one of this billionaires into a romantic relationship whether in or out of law, she was finally going to leave the slums of Las Vegas and dine with the elites; Rachel was willing to do whatever it takes, she knew that most of this men had dark desires which they cannot fulfill with their wives, many of them enjoy the act of sexual torture or BDSM as it is fondly called, so if she was to be a Sub to an older rich man, she wouldn’t have to worry about the afflictions of poverty anymore.

For the first three months as a hotel staff and working in the room service department, Rachel had been unsuccessful with her goal. The rich older men who had visited the hotel in these three months had come with their own ladies, women twice younger than them. Of course, the older men were the best options if your goal was to get wealthy. The young men are not usually as caring and freehanded as the older men who had little or nothing to worry about.

So today, Rachel finally felt like the stars had shown on her. Stephen wasn’t an older guy, but he was stinking rich and rumors had it that he was getting married, which meant he was interested in women. All she needed to do was stir up those dark desires in him, lure out the passion and lust buried deep in all men and use it to get what she wanted. All she needed was one night in his bed and she would ensure to capitalize on it and turn her life around.

The door was finally opened after what felt like hours but in reality it was just two minutes. She came to face Stephen who was on a phone call with his business phone. He pointed to the glass transparent table in the room, directing her to put the order there while he slowly walked back to the window side.

Rachel was disappointed that he barely exchanged eye contact with her but she was glad that he had left an opening for her to move on to the next stage of her plan. She quickly walked to the transparent round table and placed the bottle of whiskey and glass cup, and then she tapped the empty glass, allowing a dusty substance that she had put in her fingernails to drop into the cup. Just a little quantity was all she needed; it was very expensive but would serve its purpose.

When she noticed he wasn’t looking, she opened the bottle of whiskey and began to turn it into the glass cup. It was at that moment that she heard him speak to her.

“Hey, what are you doing?” he yelled as he turned to her immediately. “I didn’t permit you to do that, now leave!” he scolded as he ended the call.

“I am sorry, Sir.” She apologized immediately, faking an expression of remorse. “Is there something else that you would need for the night, Sir?” she asked with a shaking voice.

Stephen sighed and rubbed his forehead. “I am sorry, I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you, but next time ask permission before you pour whiskey for anyone.” He said softly.

She looked up to face him and she smiled mildly. “Thank you Sir, and I am sorry about that,” she responded.

Rachel couldn’t help but notice that he had a heart shaped face which was very attractive, the package came with a pointed chin, a wide forehead and a slender jawline with very sharp lines. He was not just handsome, he was very manly. He had short but well-kept beards, with a tiny line of sideburns and his gray eyes reflected with the light. Maybe it wasn’t a coincidence that his last name is Gray.

What she found most attractive was his shiny light brown hair, he was carrying a classic Taper haircut which complimented the mustache and beard; he had brushed the quiff upwards to give him the celebrity look. His lips were attractively pink, and given the amount of melanin he had for a white guy. He wasn’t the usual pale white male, he was a bit dim but not of color either; he was just somewhere in between.

“It is fine, I checked while you were gone and I couldn’t find the towels in the bathroom. I will take that as a mistake which should not happen again, should I have to visit here some other time. Please go fetch me fresh towels and don’t spend the whole night out there, be back in a jiffy.” He instructed.

“I apologize for that, Sir… I will provide that immediately.” Rachel uttered with a bowed head, trying to sound cute and then she slowly walked away, making sure she displayed her assets on her way out. Jiggling her boobs and letting her backside dance.

The good thing about their hotel policies is that they were allowed to wear whatever outfit they chose, as long as it was white and black and formal attire as well. She had put on a short satin skirt and a white top that accentuated her boobs, then she had left her first two buttons open on purpose. Of course, it was an act of seduction; her only disappointment was that it was luring the wrong guys.

Her coworkers and the hotel manager would always stare at her lustfully, but they were below her standards in a man so they could only get to stare and make their attempts at her, but they didn’t stand a chance. Maybe if the owner of the hotel was around to fall for that seduction, it would have been worth it.

As Rachel left the room, she smiled to herself feeling accomplished. She had purposely taken out the hotel towels when she was preparing the room for him; she had hoped that he didn’t bring a towel with him, so that she could have a reason to return to his room. Now that she had drugged him, she would return for the final stage of her plan. There was only one way this night would end, and it was with her on his bed.

Stephen had just poured the last drop of the whiskey in the cup into his mouth and clenched his face as it burnt through his heart. Aside from the fact that it was burning hotter than regular, he could tell there was something strange with the drink but he didn’t know what it was.

Stephen climbed on the bed, leaving the rest of the drink on the table, he was already feeling dizzy and now he started to regret not having a shower first. The room service had not returned with the towel he asked for, so he was still dressed in a white robe and underwear.

This wasn’t how he had planned his perfect evening, he had to fight the dizziness if he didn’t want to go to bed without a shower, and where the hell was the hotel staff he had sent to get a towel almost thirty minutes ago? This place literally had the worst customer service in his experience.

Stephen was still worrying about the dizziness when he noticed something else; he was growing a bulge in his pants and it got harder with every passing second. That was a very strange experience, he knew whiskey puts him in the mood but this was different. He was growing an erection in less than an hour of drinking, and he wasn’t even thinking anything sexual at the least.

Stephen sighed and closed his eyes, trying to make it go away but the feeling increased. It was like something was pushing his hormones to act against its will, he didn’t just grow an erection, his mind was simulating to the same hormones as well and he was slowly losing it. It had to be the whiskey, there might have been some improvements to its recipe that explains his sudden urge for sex, his craving and desire to achieve release of dopamine in his system.

Knowing that he couldn’t achieve that through the first hand means, he decided to go for the second option; a cold shower; Stephen climbed down the bed immediately and took off his robes, leaving him half naked in nothing but an underwear; he was starting to see things in doubles but that was the least of his concern. He needed to get rid of his craving more urgently than his desire to be sober.

Stephen walked to the bathroom and then he paused, he decided to give the lady a few more minutes to deliver the towels as there was no substitute for it. He walked back to the room and began to pace around, he was sweating profusely and all he could think about was sex… he had never felt this way before, not even with a full bottle of whiskey, regardless of the brand.

Stephen at that moment was beginning to regret not going home. Yes, they would have given him a hard night but at least it would have ended with his fiancée on his bed by his side, he wished she was here right now to satisfy his urge and lustful desires. With the way his third leg was pushing hard against his underwear, he felt so uncomfortable and it was very frustrating as well. Maybe this was his punishment for lying to his family and his wife in particular; he was in the same city as her, he should have just gone home.

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After waiting for half an hour, Rachel picked up the fresh towels from the hotel store room and headed out. She was certain that the effects of the drug in the whiskey must have begun to affect Stephen Grey; that was her cue to proceed to the next step. All she needed was a night together in bed with a horny and drunk Stephen Gray and then her life would change forever. She had slid her cell phone into her pocket with intentions to take naked pictures of them after the deed; she needed them for blackmail if he refused to continue with their relationship on his own accord.

She knew all these rich people; they would discard you once their need for you is over, she didn’t want to fall for that again, she had been a victim of that once and she had no evidence to fight back, but now she was well prepared. Stephen Gray was the man who would give her a good life; if luck happens to be on her side, then maybe this one night stand would lead to bearing a son for the Billionaire CEO.

Rachel had just stepped into the staff room where she intended to document her records for tonight and sign out as she expected that this was the end of her shift for today and possible forever. To make sure no one is searching for her while she is doing her thing in the Billionaire’s hotel room, she needs to sign off and clear her records for the day.

“Rachel… good thing you came by, Did Anna here not mention that I asked to see you?” the manager announced as soon as she walked in.

Rachel growled silently and cursed inwards. She despised this man and he hated her just as much. Ever since she refused to open her legs to him, he had been on her tail and found an excuse to give her extra work.

“Yeah, she informed me but I was busy with a…” she was interrupted before she could complete the words.

“It is fine, you are here now, come with me,” the curly haired manager instructed as he walked to her. There were other staff members in the room, including Anastasia.

“Um… Sir, I actually need to send these fresh towels to one of our clients. The one in room 27 of the VIP ward, he is in dire need of it.” She announced immediately, hoping for an escape.

“You are in charge of that room for the day, so why did you not send the towels there ahead of time? Did you really have to wait for someone to lodge there before sending them a towel?” he scolded.

Rachel growled and muttered a few words with an eye roll before responding. “I am sorry about that Sir, it won't happen again.”

“Yeah, it better not. Now give them to Ana and come with me,” he ordered.

“Huh? I was just about to do it, Sir…” she argued.

“I said you should let Ana do it, I have something else for you. Now come along with me and don’t waste more time.” He instructed and turned to the door.

“Please Sir, just let me…”

“Give the damn towels to Ana!!” he yelled and turned back to her. “What is wrong with you? That was an instruction. If you do not want to keep your job anymore, you can just let me know.” He added, an angry expression etched on his face.

Rachel sighed and cursed silently at him and then she turned to Ana and rolled her eyes at her. She walked to her in haste and dumped the towels in her arms before hissing and walking after the manager. Anna stood there confused on what the reaction was all about, she then sighs and heads to deliver the towels herself. The last thing she wanted was to get involved in all of this drama; she knew exactly what was going on between these two and she kind of blamed Rachel for always dressing seductively; what exactly did she expect after jiggling her boobs in front of a man with a functioning third leg?

Trigger warning: Sexual abuse scene ahead

Anastasia headed to the VIP ward with the towels in her hand, she was once again lost in deep thoughts about her future.

As a 20 years old lady, she knew time was no longer on her side. She needed to raise money to further her education and that was why she took this job. She had graduated from high school two years ago but was still unable to secure a scholarship to study the course of her choice.

So instead of being a liability to her poor parents who work two shifts in order to provide for the family, she decided to take up this job in a hotel.

The payment wasn’t much but it was fair, making three thousand dollars every month was enough to take care of her expenses but would take a while to save up enough money for UNI.

Anastasia was quite a simple girl with a simple life, she wasn’t classy and was usually stigmatized as a result of her red hair. Well, her father was a ginger, and her mom a brunette, but for some reason, she did turn out to be a redhead. Ana didn’t feel ashamed of it and she had just a few friends so there wasn’t much to make her feel different from others, but she did have a boyfriend who loved her unconditionally.

Ana arrived at the door of the supposed room and knocked softly, almost like he was expecting her, the door was opened immediately. Her heart skipped a bit when she saw him; it was at that moment that she realized that it was the man Rachel had been talking about, no wonder she was so persistent in serving him.

But that wasn’t what scared Ana, her mind skipped because the fellow was not only half naked and sweating like a ram on Salah day, but she couldn’t help but notice the bulge in between his pants, something was poking out there and he was trying hard to hide it.

“Sir… Si… Sir, I was asked to send you… yo… you these towels,” she stuttered nervously.

“Yeah, um… drop them on the bed,” he instructed and stepped out of the way.

Ana swallowed hard immediately and tried to concentrate, she was feeling dizzy from the smell of the whiskey coming off him and the fear coming off her. She hurriedly walked to the bed and just as the towel touched the bed, she heard the room door close.

Her heart skipped once again and she swallowed hard, fear enveloping her whole body. She turned around slowly and saw him approaching her with red eyes, he was breathing heavily and he still had the boner which she tried so hard not to stare at. What was going on? She was so scared.

Ana tried to act normal as she headed towards the door, she had almost passed him when he held her hand and her mind flew into her stomach. She shivered with fear the moment he touched her, his body was burning hot and she could hear both of their heartbeats.

“Sir, do… Do you need something else?” she stuttered

“Um…” she heard him utter and swallow hard, he sighed and shook his head. It was like he was fighting with himself.

“Sir, if there is nothing else you need, I would like to leave now.” She added immediately with a shaky voice. She had never been this terrified and intimidated by a man, even for someone like her.

“I will pay you any amount you want, stay with me tonight, have sex with me.” He uttered all of a sudden.

If that was not the most shockingly awkward thing Anastasia had heard. What did he take her for? A slut?

“Sir, I am sorry, but it seems like you have had a lot to drink. Please use the shower and get some rest, I need to leave now.” She spoke softly, trying to keep the courage burning as fear engulfed her.

“I said, have sex with me!!” he yelled, this time he was loud and sounded frustrated. Sending her heart into pandemonium, she began to struggle immediately.

“Sir please let go of me!! Someone help!” she yelled, but it didn’t dawn on her that no one could hear her from the outside, the room was almost soundproof and no one came around the VIP ward without a reason.

“Be quiet!” He hushed and swung her around to back him, he clutched her mouth from behind and muffled her.

“Help!!” Ana tried to scream under his palm and strong grip but that seemed to piss him off even more. He was beyond reasoning at this point and he was barely thinking.

Anna found herself roughly slammed against the bed, she screamed as she tried to fight him off but he climbed on top of her and sat on her waist. He was too strong, he grabbed the edge of her shirt and pulled it off, almost ripping them apart. Her screams increased as she realized she was half naked, she tried to hit him continuously but it didn’t seem like he was being affected by any of her punches.

Stephen growled and turned her around to lie on her stomach, he pressed her down and roughly pulled her skirt up to reveal her white panties, he spread her legs from behind and slid her panties to the side while she screamed. Her screams were only making him hornier and he couldn’t help himself.

He was drowsy but still strong enough to hold her. Pulling down his underwear, he took out his cock that had been begging to be set free and he then located the entrance of her Vagina. At this point, all Ana could do was scream; things were happening so fast and before she knew it, he had plunged into her.

Ana screamed while Stephen groaned in pleasure, a moan escaped his lips as he pushed deep into her. She was tight and even though she wasn’t wet, the feeling was still pleasurable. He let go of her waist and placed his hands by the two sides of her ribs to hold her in place as he humped her.

Being bothered by the underwear, he ripped it off her entirely and pushed harder into her. “Stop, please stop!!” she cried as he plunged deeply into her.

The thrusting and screaming went on for thirty minutes before poured his seed deep into her. He groaned in pleasure as he came and then he dropped off her. At that point, Ana had stopped fighting, all she could do was cry. The deed had already been done. Stephen fell off her and lay on one side of the bed feeling weak and exhausted, he was feeling very dizzy and so he closed his eyes.