Date: Sun, 10 May 2009 18:58:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: david messner <d.r.messner@att.net>
Subject: Piano Bar Bitch

You figured it would be simple, drive down to Stamford from your home on
the Cape, to help out your hotel manager buddy. He had begged you to
fill-in for his ailing piano player in the cocktail lounge. It would just
be for Thursday and Friday nights and he would give you a suite thru the
rest of the weekend. It would be sweet you figured, a few hours of work and
you could lie by the pool all day. But you did not figure on me in this
little vacation dream.

Friday night and you have been playing for several hours when I wander into
the bar. You look hot in your tux with the extra tight pants and you know
it. I'm the polar bear of your dreams/nightmares, 6' 240, hairy as hell,
the daddybear you want and are afraid to have. Having just got out of a
long boring business meeting, I'm still in my suit. The stool right across
from the piano is vacant and I grab it. Never missing a note, you check me
out and I smirk at you and grab my crotch, you blush at being caught.

The next half-hour is torture for you as I cruise you hard and you get more
and more flustered as you squirm under my hard gaze. You quickly finish
your last set, and try to make a quick escape as I give you a hearty
applause and a wolf whistle. Red-faced you flee to the gift shop with me
hard on your heels. I follow you around the shop making you very
uncomfortable and you make a fast run for the elevators. You franticly push
the buttons trying to make your escape as I slowly cross the lobby laughing
at your discomfort. One of the doors open and you dash in, jamming your
finger on the close button. The doors slide shut and you relax and close
you eyes.

WRONG MOVE! With your eyes closed you fail to see that I've stuck my arm in
and stopped the doors from closing. They fly open and I saunter in, a huge
grin on my face.

"Trying to run away boy? " I whisper. "You are going to take me back to
your room for some fun"

"Nnnnoo!" you whimper, as I just smile at you.

"I'm horny and you have a choice, be my fucktoy, or I beat the shit out of
you. Which is it gonna be???"

The elevator arrives at your floor and you whisper "fucktoy" I laugh and
ask which room.

You lead the way down the hall and with trembling hands open your door.
"HMMMMM nice boy!" I chuckle as I follow you into the room. I order you to
strip, and give your ass a smack when you hesitate. Your tux is quickly on
the floor, and you assume slave rest. "DAM! A trained slut!  GRRRRRR!"