New Persona
Ismooth the dress down my body. The bar in front of me has several open stools at it, so I find one on the far end and slide onto it.
It’s one of those bars that influential people frequent.
The after work cocktails and bourbons flow easily around the place.
There are a few single people here and that’s fine.
It’s been a while since I’ve been out and drinking by myself, so I feel slightly self conscious as I sit here. The room is bathed in warm lights and the chatter is constant in the background. Men in suits and women in cocktail dresses draped at their sides.
It’s different from anything I would normally frequent. My world doesn’t bleed into this fancy one. Even wearing a dress that is green is off for me and my normal black that I wear. It makes my skin want to explode from my body, as if I’m betraying the very core of who I am.
“What can I get you, ma’am?” The bartender wipes the counter in front of me as he waits for my answer.
“Can I get a Manhattan, please?”
“Coming right up. Would you like to open a tab?”
“I’m fine.” I slide the cash across the counter.
He grabs it and passes me a drink. Heading for the register, he deposits my money inside the drawer. After that, I just nurse my drink in my hands before taking a sip and ignoring the man. He moves on to other customers and I sit back and watch those that are milling about.
I don’t know why I’m really here. It was a stupid idea to come out tonight and even more so to dress up all fancy and pretend to be a part of this crowd. I’m nothing like them and that becomes even more apparent when a man slides onto the stool next to mine.
“I haven’t seen you here before. Whom do I have the pleasure of sharing my company with?”
He’s a smooth talking man, I can tell it already. His hair is perfectly trimmed into place. A roll out of bed look that probably took him an hour to perfect. His navy suit is nicely pressed. He looks like a million dollars and his easy attitude expresses that as well.
I struggle to keep my eyes from rolling as his roams my body. Makes me want to throw up honestly, but I set my face into a stony silence and then offer a smile that is faker than this persona I’m currently wearing.
“Pheobe.”
“Jackson. It’s a pleasure to be in such fine company.”
I swallow the gag that threatens to come up at his words. Such bullshit. What woman falls for these lines?
I giggle and lay a hand on his arm as if I’m flirting with him. A light touch that means absolutely nothing to me, but his eyes light up like I just hung the moon for him.
“The pleasure is mine,” I practically purr the forced response.
Laying it on thick. Leaning into the desperate woman persona with ease. Pheobe is a woman seeking companionship with random men, and this bar is that place to do so. My blonde wig set perfectly on my head to help conceal my identity. The green dress is something I’d never wear anywhere else.
“What’s a beautiful woman doing at the bar all alone?”
“Waiting on someone interesting to share my time with, I guess.”
It’s not really a lie, but it isn’t the whole truth either. I’d much prefer the company of someone interesting, but that won’t get me my goal for today. There is only one thing on my mind, and it’s getting a man to take me back to their room.
“What do you like to do with your time?”
“I work as a medical receptionist.”
Simple and a good cover for a bimbo blonde persona. Enough to make his ego not bruise, but also a great cover story for my ability to afford nice things. He won’t think twice about a receptionist.
“And in your spare time? I haven’t seen you here before.”
“I prefer to stay home by myself. I occasionally enjoy a night out, which is why I looked this place up. A friend at work mentioned they make good drinks here and sometimes they had some even better company.”
I flirt with him and take a sip of my drink. I smile over the lip of the glass and then sit it down slowly.
“What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a lawyer. Nothing fancy, just a corporate lawyer for some companies in the area. A bunch of boring stuff, to be honest.” He waves his hands in front of him to dismiss the whole thing.
“Doesn’t sound very boring.” In fact, it sounds downright snooze worthy. “Surely it’s a good job to have.”
“Oh, it’s great. I just mean talking about it can be very boring. I’d much prefer to talk about you.”
I’d prefer not to talk at all. I smile and bat my eyelashes at him as if he is the cutest thing in the world.
I swear I’m not built to play this type of role.
I’m not the ditzy bitch that plays the submissive.
I prefer control. I want to make them beg for me.
To get what I want, I need to pretend to be the one that he wants to take to his room, not the other way around.
So when he leans into my side, I know what he is about to say next and I remain passive.
“Want to continue this conversation back in my room?”
He slides a keycard toward me and I cover it with my hand before slipping it into the purse hanging from my side. His smile tells me I made the right move.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes. Join me or not, it’s up to you, sweetheart.”
I damn near gag at the nickname, but nod and sip my drink as if he hadn’t said a word to me. Hook. Line. Sinker. That didn’t take long.
I sit at the bar and continue to sip my drink. I don’t know what I’m even thinking by coming here. Meeting some random man in his hotel room. I don’t fucking do this type of shit. So why am I still going through with this?
I swallow the rest of my drink down and then stand up from the bar. Nodding at the bartender that I would be leaving. That didn’t take very long. I figured I’d be here much longer. Men don’t take long to swoop in and find a pretty woman when they want to get their dicks wet.
I offer the man a thanks, and then leave the bar with a nervous tangle filling my belly. I let my feet lead the way as I cross over into the hotel side of things. Heading for the elevator doors off to the left. The golden doors are both an enticement and a deter.
I’m really about to go through with this. Shit. I press the button to call it and then enter when the doors slide open immediately. It’s empty and I ride the elevator to the seventh floor.
Every doubt surfaces in my mind as the elevator continues its climb higher. I can’t do this. I shouldn’t do this. What is wrong with me? My world spins and my mind along with it.
The doors ding and open to the empty hallway and I look to the left and right and then dig the card out of my purse. Glancing down to see the number of the room on the outside of the card in gold letters. 707.
To the left and then four doors down and I’m stopping at the doorway. A deep breath and I slide the card into the opening and the door chimes and turns green. I push the handle down and open the door, and slip inside before I can chicken out.
I lean against the back of the door as it clicks closed behind me. Shit. I’m inside this man’s room. What the fuck am I thinking?
“Pheobe?”
His weaselly little voice calls out and I shiver and not in a good way. I shouldn’t have come.
“Yes,” the reply slips through my lips, anyway.
I steel my shoulders into place and stand up straight as I take on the roll of Pheobe and enter further into the room. No sense in backing out now. I can do this. Pretend to be someone I’m not. I do it every day of my life, so why is this so hard?
By the time that I round the small hallway to find him nursing a drink in the chair in the room’s corner near the bed, I’m a person who I don’t even recognize. I’m Pheobe and I’m the one in charge here. I don’t need his approving smile as I saunter toward him with ease.
“I’m glad you came.”
I ignore him and straddle his lap as I lift my green dress to free my legs. One of his hands finds my hip and I smile like an easy going temptress. I lean into him and my lips rest against his ear.
“Me too.”
I whisper the words and then let my tongue run along his outer shell. I cringe inwardly as the taste of strong hair products coats my tongue. Ew. I grind down on his lap and his cock is already hard and wanting. I roll my eyes. Men are so easy.
He places down his glass and then both of his hands are on my thighs and rubbing my bare skin. I do my best to remain sitting on his lap and let his hands roam wherever they want. His fingers slip inside of my inner thigh and before I can react, they are slipping inside of me.
I wasn’t wearing panties. So when his fingers slip inside of me with one push, I can’t help the gasp of both surprise and pleasure as he fucks me. It feels good but also it doesn’t. I would rather he wasn’t touching me at all. Yet, here we are.
I came here knowing what was going to happen. That this wouldn’t be easy. So while he fucks me with his fingers, I buck my hips as I seek pleasure from them. Practically needing to cum on them before he can drag pleasure from me in other ways.
I reach back to undo the zipper and slip my arms from the dress before tugging it off my body and tossing it to the bed and out of the way. I buck my hips over his lap as his fingers massage my inner walls. I reach back and remove one heel and then the other and toss them to the bed.
“So needy for me.”
I shiver at his words. They leave me wanting to turn away from him and run right back out that door. I don’t, though. I stay right where I am. On his lap while he fucks me with his fingers. I brace my hands on the back of the chair and lift my hips to fuck his hand harder.
His mouth finds my bare breast and sucks the tip into it. I smile and let a gasp escape my lips as I let Pheobe control the narrative. I let her loose.
My persona is perfectly in control and I slide one hand down to grip my purse in hand as I reach inside and grip the handle of the silver knife. I toss my purse to the bed and fuck his hand with faster bucks as I reach for my clit with my free hand.
The knife held behind his head as I push against the back of the chair for leverage.
I circle my clit as his fingers slide in and out of me.
His other hand grips my breast as he squeezes it and tweaks my nipple.
His mouth teases the other one and my legs shake as the orgasm reaches for me and slams its grip around my cunt.
Just as my pussy clamps down around his fingers, I release my clit and grip the hair at the back of his head and yank him backwards from my breast, covering his mouth with mine to swallow any screams he may release.
Sliding the knife against his throat quickly, I slice into his skin before he knows what is coming for him.
I release his mouth as he fights beneath me. The gasps and struggles make my pussy clench harder around his fingers. His fingers slip from me as he reaches for his throat and I watch as he tries to cover the slit I’ve left behind. His eyes are wide and he struggles to get me off of him.
Too late.