Fashion Week

Paris is the granddaughter of a long time business associate and client of my law firm.

Paris’s father approached me about possibly using my contacts in the fashion industry

to assist Paris market her clothing line. I agreed to help her, when she arrived in New

York at the start of fashion week she called me.I sent a limo to bring her to the hotel,

left instructions at the desk to register her in the suite next door to mine.

Paris hummed to herself as she pushed the door open and stepped into her

dimly lit suite. Tossing her backpack on the floor, she let the door

swing shut behind her before sliding the deadbolt shut with a satisfying ˜clunk’.

The blinds were open enough to allow a sufficient amount of moonlight to shine

through the windows in her suite. Reaching over, she flipped the light switch on, her brow

furrowing in confusion as the room remained enshrouded in moonlit darkness.

“Dammit,” she muttered to herself, flipping the switch up and down in futility.

Tossing her keys on the counter, she strolled across the floor heading straight for her bedroom

and the prospect of her warm, soft bed. As she moved gingerly across the

room, she kicked her shoes off and swept them aside with her foot. As she

moved from the moonlit room into a darkened hallway, she heard a faint

clinking’ sound, similar to the noise made by a set of dangling keys.

Stopping suddenly, Paris ceased all movement as she listened intently, trying to locate

the source of the sound. Sensing something moving to her side, she turned her head as a figure

stepped out of the shadows grabbing her roughly from behind. Paris let out a startled shriek,

which was quickly muffled as a hand clamped tightly over her open mouth. The man’s other arm wrapped around

her body, pinning her own arm against her side as I pulled her body into mine. She could feel the beating of my heart

as I held my hard, muscular chest pressed firmly against her back. As she struggled, I held firm,

lifting her petite body clear off the ground as I spun around and compressed her shaking body between me and the wall.

She could feel my warm breath on her exposed neck as I held my face against hers and whispered in her ear.”Welcome to

New York,” As she heard the raspy voice, Paris’s struggling ceased and she swallowed hard, her body trembling with a

combination of apprehension and anticipation. Lifting her squirming body off the floor, I stepped back, dragging her out

of the dark hallway into the living room. “Ughh,” she blurted out as I shoved her face down on the couch, pinning her down

with my knee pressed roughly into her lower back. Paris’s cries of protest now stifled in the soft cushions, I took her wrist

in my unrelenting grasp, forcefully twisting her arm behind her back. She then felt the sensation of cold steel against her skin,

followed by a series of quick ˜clicks” as the metal teeth of the handcuffs locked into place.

Feeling the sharp edges of the cuffs digging into her soft flesh, she gasped and bit hard into the couch fabric.

As her other arm was forced into place, I locked her wrists together behind her back, leaving her prone body wriggling under

me. Although her face was buried in the couch, she could feel my lecherous eyes roaming her body. Gasping for breath,

her heart pounding, she trembled as she awaited my next move. “P…please…” she whimpered, turning her face towards her me.

“I’ll do whatever you want.” “Yes,” I agreed, casting a devious grin as I unzipped my pants.”You will.” Reaching down and grabbing

a rough handful of her light blonde hair, I pulled hard producing a startled squeak from Paris’s gasping mouth. As I forcefully grasped

her hair with whitening knuckles, I used my other hand to take hold of her upper arm and drag her squirming body down to the floor.