In the darkened hotel room I grabbed the back of Justine's neck and kicked the door shut. Silently I marched her to the window and pulled the curtains aside. The thick glass in front of us reached from floor to ceiling. Looking into the courtyard of the hotel, we could see identical rows of curtained windows stacked on top of one another nine floors down and another five or six up.
Justine whimpered and I told her to shut up. Rudely. "You're worried someone might see you?"
She nodded, looking at me in the mirror of the window pane.
"You think I care?"
She bit her lip, shaking her head silently from side to side.
"Strip." I said this flatly, pretending I didn't care if she did or not.
"Like this?" she asked. "Here?"
"Yes. Here. Start with your blouse..."
She began to undo the buttons. The dark fabric contrasted nicely with the pale skin of her breasts, encased in a black bra.
To amuse myself while I watched her do this, I pulled her skirt up from behind, stroking her naked skin above her stockings, below the edge of her lacy knickers.
Justine had taken great care when she dressed for our date. Knowing her, she spent a leisurely hour selecting a skirt, jacket, blouse, the right lingerie.
She pulled the skirt down and turned around, still wearing her stockings, underwear and heels. "Would sir like me to take everything off?"
"Everything," I confirmed. "And face the window, please."
When it was done, she leaned forward, palms against the cool glass. My hand hovered over the pale curve of her buttocks, waiting to strike.
"I've never felt so naked..."