Her heart raced and her body trembled nervously as she walked through the swing doors of the hotel lobby. She swallowed hard and made her way to the receptionist.

“Good afternoon.” The receptionist welcomed her politely.

“Good afternoon. I am here to meet Mr Marquis’s party.” She announced. The Master had already told them that Mr Marquis wasn’t his real name but said he would use it, as it was such a common English name.

“He’s already here. I do believe you are the last of his party to arrive. They are sitting in the lounge bar by the window.” The receptionist told her helpfully, pointing at the group.

“Thank you.” Emma thanked her quietly.

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The butterflies in her tummy fluttered their wings wildly as she walked to the group. Fear made her almost turn and walk away but before she could act on this feeling, a man turned his body towards her and caught her eye. She smiled softly and walked towards the crowd, knowing that she did want to meet them all. She had been looking forward to this afternoon for so long and had booked a day off work especially. The drive had been good, the roads almost empty on a week day afternoon.

“Emma?” The man enquired politely, giving her a small smile. She nodded.

“I’m The Master.” He introduced himself then taking her elbow he announced to the group. “We are all here, shall we go to my suite?” Everyone stood up and followed him to the lift. Emma could feel herself trembling even more as the anticipation in her grew. She hoped that someone would lead the conversation. She was never at her best in group situations or with strangers, let alone under these strange circumstances. She took the opportunity to look surreptitiously around at the people stood in the lift with her.

There seemed to be a real mixture of people, one appeared to have travelled here on a motorbike, for he was dressed in jeans and a thick leather jacket, carrying a motorcycle helmet. Emma thought he must be very hot in the heat of mid summer. The Master was dressed in an old fashioned suit, pin striped trousers, pristine white shirt, grey waistcoat and long tailed coat. He looked like he was on his way to a wedding. The third man was dressed in beige chinos and a navy t-shirt and another in denim shorts and a red t-shirt. Most of the girls were in summer dresses except one who was dressed in an expensive looking navy business suit and was obviously as nervous as Emma as she kept licking her lips. The group’s ages varied. Emma guessed the youngest was in her early twenties and the eldest man must be nearly seventy.

The Master unlocked the door of the hotel suite and ushered them inside. He motioned to the comfortable sofas and armchairs that were dotted around the room and told his guests to make themselves comfortable as he walked over to the drinks bar and offered them all a drink. Most people refused alcohol due to driving to the hotel. Emma took her cue from the others in the room, and accepted a tomato juice. She sat nervously on the sofa and looked at her feet, waiting for someone to speak.

The Master sat on the opposite end of the same sofa as Emma with a glass of whiskey and asked everyone to introduce themselves, which they did, keeping to their user names. Emma relaxed as the conversation stayed on their shared interests. Nothing personal was mentioned, no one discussed how far they had travelled to meet today.

After a second drink of fruit juice Emma felt much more relaxed, her butterflies left her and she sank back into the plush upholstery, taking her trainers and socks off and listening to the others talking about their fantasies and if their partners knew their desires and were willing participants in them. As usual she kept quiet, not joining in with the conversation very much only when directly spoken to, but still enjoying the company of people that understood her desires.

After they had all been talking for about an hour, the man that was dressed in the biker’s clothes that called himself Jo got up and stretched his legs. Looking directly at The Master he said.

“Shall we start?” The Master smiled and nodded, standing up and taking a key out of his breast pocket he handed it to Jo who promptly moved towards the door of the suite and locked it. Emma having seen him do this began to panic. What was happening?

“Start what?” She squeaked in a frightened voice. “What’s going on?”

The Master smiled at Jo and said. “Now the fun begins!”

Jo asked. “Do you want to pick first?” Emma’s heart raced. She immediately guessed what was occurring. Jumping up from her seat on shaking legs she tried to excuse herself, saying the first thing that came into her head.

“Erm I have to go now.”

Jo’s eyes narrowed and he said. “We agreed this afternoon would finish at four thirty. Why are you leaving so early?”

“I forgot to mention my husband does shift work and he’s due home soon. He’ll go mad if I’m not there when he gets home.”

Jo ignored her and directed his next question to The Master.

“Do you want to pick first?” The Master nodded smiling and said without hesitation.

“Emma.”

“No!” She shouted out in fear. “I have to go!”

“I don’t think so.” The Master said smiling kindly at her as he patted his knee and winked at her.

“No! We didn’t discuss this! We never planned for this! I’ve told you I have to go!” Picking up her bag with hands that were visibly trembling, she ran for the door, almost stumbling in her haste to get away. She had taken no more than three paces, when someone grabbed her from behind, lifting her bodily around the waist and stopped her escaping.

The Master sat back heavily onto the sofa and in one swift movement had Emma sprawled across his lap and held firmly in place. The contents of her bag were scattered on the carpet in front of them.

“No! Let me go! I don’t want this! I don’t!” She shouted out as she tried to wriggle out of his hold. She felt like her heart was going to explode in her chest and her body visibly shook with nervous tremors, as she lay helpless across The Master’s knees.

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