The taxi pulled up in the parking lot of the City Views motel. A woman stepped from the taxi and the car pulled away. It was raining, and the red neon lights from the motel reflected in the puddles in the car park. The woman hurried through the rain towards cover by the ground floor rooms. She took a mobile phone from her pocket and looked through some messages. She placed the phone back in her pocket and then walked along the covered walkway until she came to room 118.

She stopped outside of room 118 and gently tapped her knuckles on the door. She stood - waiting - for a moment, before the door opened about two inches and the security chain could be seen with half a face and one eye looking at her. ‘Hey’ - she said. The door closed briefly, and then opened before she stepped inside.

The room was a pretty standard and tatty motel room - and was dimly lit by a bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. There was a bed and a TV bolted to the wall which had a pornographic film playing. On the dresser was a bottle of whiskey that was about a third drank, and a cheap cigar that was half smoked in an ashtray.

The woman was tall and beautiful. She had blond hair and blue eyes, and a full figure. She was wearing a raincoat and had a handbag hanging over her shoulder.

‘You must be Annabelle!’ - Said the man, closing the door behind her.

The man was short and fat - and balding. He wore a scruffy motel bathrobe, and his face was greasy and unshaven.

‘Nice to meet you baby’ - said Annabelle, unbuttoning her raincoat and hanging it on the door.

Under the raincoat Annabelle was wearing a miniskirt and a bustier top that accentuated her large breasts.

‘You want a drink?’ - Asked the man, picking up the bottle of whiskey.

‘Sure, baby.’

The man poured some whiskey in a grimy looking glass, and handed it to Annabelle. He took a swig from the bottle and then picked up the half-smoked cigar and re-lit it.

‘So we’re cool - your messages said that bondage and violence role-play is cool?’ - The man asked as he sweated and swigged more whiskey and puffed on the cigar.

Annabelle drank the whiskey from the grimy glass in one and then stepped over to the man - ‘You can be as violent as you want, baby’ - she put a hand on his greasy cheek and leaned down, kissing him on his balding head.

The man chuckled - ‘And $500, right?’

‘Yes baby’ - said Annabelle.

The man went to the bed where there was an old and battered suitcase. He opened it and rummaged through it. Annabelle watched, catching a glimpse of the black metal of a gun, with ropes and handcuffs amongst the content of the suitcase. A wave of adrenaline washed over her - and the man turned back to her and handed her five crumpled $100 bills.

‘Okay - I’m going to get changed’ - said the man - ‘Here, read this. These are your lines’

Annabelle took a crumpled sheet of handwritten writing from the man, and stared at it - ‘Lines?’

‘Yeah, lines’ - said the man, as he walked to the bathroom and closed the door.

Annabelle stared at the writing and read it;

Kidnapper: Now you listen to me. I am going to tie you up and I am going to fuck you!

Girl: Please don’t mister - I am scared and I won’t tell anyone that you have taken me!

Kidnapper: Shut the fuck up you fucking whore - if you don’t stop talking I am going to put something in your mouth to shut you up!

Girl: Oh no mister - please don’t do that. Please don’t make me suck your cock!

Annabelle raised an eyebrow - and then she heard the bathroom door open. The man had come back in the room dressed in a schoolgirl's uniform and was wearing a blond wig, with crudely applied lipstick and eyeshadow. He walked to the suitcase and opened it up. He handed Annabelle a brown men’s polyester suit and the gun and the ropes. Annabelle took everything from him and stared at him.

‘Well, get changed!’ - The man barked, staring at Annabelle.

‘What….?’ - Annabelle stuttered, looking at the pile of clothes and back to the man.

‘Get changed - you’re on the clock now sweetheart!’ - Said the man, handing Annabelle a grimy white shirt with a tie and a fedora hat.

Annabelle stood for a moment, before placing the clothes on the bed and undressing. When she was naked the man handed her a strap-on dildo and told her to put it on. Annabelle did as she was told, and then put on the ill-fitting suit and white shirt and tie. She tucked her blond hair into the hat and stood, staring again at the man. The man took one last thing from the suitcase, and he walked over to Annabelle and stuck a false mustache to her top lip. He smiled at her- ‘Perfect!’. He picked up the gun and handed it to Annabelle - ‘It’s a replica, but it looks realistic! Are you ready?’

Annabelle nodded - but she wasn’t certain she was.

‘Okay - so here’s the deal. You have kidnapped me, and you are going to rape me. I am a schoolgirl and you are a sick motherfucker! Got it?’

Annabelle nodded. She stood there dressed as a man and holding a replica gun.

‘So are you ready?’

‘What do I do?’ - Annabelle asked.

The man picked up the handwritten sheet of paper.

‘You read the kidnapper lines - okay?’

Annabelle took the sheet of paper from the man. This wasn’t what she had been expecting.

‘And cue kidnapper….’ - said the man.

There was a moment of silence….

‘Now you listen to me’ - said Annabelle in a monotone - ‘I am going to tie you up and I am going to fuck you.’

‘Cut, cut, cut!’ - Shouted the man - ‘Remember - you’re a sick motherfucking MAN, who is going to rape and maybe murder a schoolgirl. We need to feel that violence and anger in your voice. Let’s take it from the top.’

Annabelle coughed and repositioned herself. She looked at the man and awkwardly smiled. The man didn’t smile back.

‘Now you listen to me!’ - Annabelle said, in a much deeper voice, trying to sound menacing - ‘I am going to tie you up and I am going to fuck you.’

‘Please don’t mister’ - squealed the man, mimicking a girl’s voice - ‘I am scared and I won’t tell anyone that you have taken me!’

There was silence….

‘Your next line!’ - Whispered the man out the side of his mouth as he tried to stay in character.

‘Oh, sorry’ - said Annabelle, and she looked at the sheet of paper - ‘Shut the fuck up you fucking whore. If you don’t stop talking I am going to put something in your mouth to shut you up!’

‘Oh no mister - please don’t do that. Please don’t make me suck your cock!’ - The man squealed.

More silence - Annabelle stood awkwardly still pointing the gun at the man.

‘Now you force me to the ground and tie me up’ - said the man out the corner of his mouth.

‘Oh yes - sorry’ - Annabelle said catching herself. She put her hand on the man’s shoulder and pushed him down. She walked behind him and took the rope and tied his hands. Annabelle walked around to face the man and pointed the gun at him.

‘Your lines….’ - he reminded her.

Annabelle looked at the sheet of paper, and cleared her throat - ‘Now I am going to fuck your pretty mouth you fucking slut!’

‘No mister, please!’ - The man squealed.

Annabelle stood and stared at the man.

‘Take your cock out!’ - He whispered out of the corner of his mouth.

Annabelle unzipped the pants of the brown polyester suit - and the dildo flopped out of the fly.

‘What now?’ - Annabelle asked cluelessly.

‘Read your lines….!’ - The man hissed his exasperation.

Annabelle looked at the sheet - ‘This will shut you up you little fucking whore!’

Annabelle rammed the dildo into the man’s mouth - and he squealed in feigned horror.

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40 minutes later, Annabelle was changing out of the suit and the man was laying on the bed - still dressed in the schoolgirl’s uniform and smoking a cigar.

‘Once you warmed up - you did a pretty good job!’ - He commended her, as he blew smoke rings up towards the ceiling.

Annabelle smiled awkwardly as she dressed.

‘I’ll message you again - and we can do this another time. I have other scripts and scenarios’ - said the man.

‘Sure’ - Annabelle replied as she slid on her raincoat.

‘Thanks again, baby’ - said the man.

She opened the motel room door, and stepped out into the wet night.

Annabelle didn’t have sex with men for the money. She didn’t have sex with men for the sex. She was looking for something - for someone. For someone special.

She had worked all across the country for years - sucking and fucking and being tied up and whipped and spanked and degraded - hoping to find someone special. But she hadn’t found the special someone yet.

She would keep on looking.