Harold had a wide grin on his face when he saw you at the hotel bar. "Wow, so the rumor was true," he said to your confusion, "you're really a different person out of the office." "What rumor?" You asked him nervously, but he wasn't saying. All he said was that he knew exactly what to do. "I promise you'll have fun," Harold said as he put his hand on your thigh.

The date began normally, but after your drink was served, Harold's hand began to slide up your thigh. "Don't act so surprised, I know you like the excitement, slut," he said with a wink. Someone must have been talking to him about you being a slut, but you weren't sure if you should interrupt him and tell him that's not true. Before you knew it, his hand reached your pussy. "Ah, you naughty little slut," he chuckled when he found you pantyless, and he began rubbing your pussy. "Who would have thought that our aggressive, controlling division manager is such a slut! I know you like rough sex, and I promise you once we're upstairs I'm gonna fuck your brains out!" To make things worse, he unzipped and told you to play with his cock under the table, and when he was about to come, he told you to lower your head, take his cock in your mouth and swallow his cum. A week ago, you wouldn't have done any of this, but not knowing Harold's relation to your blackmailer, you weren't sure if you could risk refusing.

After your "foreplay" in the bar, Harold was eager to take you upstairs to the room he's booked. Once alone with you inside the elevator, he hiked up your skirt. He paused when we saw the red marks on your ass, but then he burst out laughing. "Holy shit! You're a sick little bitch! Wow! So what happened, huh? Who did this to you? Yourself?" He asked as he turned you around so he could see your welted ass better. While he may be a womanizer, Harold was clearly not experienced in this. But now he's thinking that you're the most depraved masochistic slut he had ever met, and any reluctance you were showing was taken by him as part of your act. He thought for a while to see how he could "please" you. "Alright, get down on your knees, bitch," he ordered as the elevator's doors opened. "Don't try to pull your skirt down, and crawl after me to our room! I don't have a whip or anything like that so I guess I'll just have to use my belt..." he said as he grabbed you by your hair.