4 For Vegas

 If you were in the elevator since they got in, you wouldn't believe they were strangers. You would have heard a conversation like this.

"When you meet him, you have to call him Sir ok? He's going to love what I've found for him."
You would have seen her stroke the other ones hair and seen the smile being returned just like the perfume coming off her scantily dressed body. Back that up an hour and you would have seen them dancing together like young lovers but you wouldn't know that one was a huntress and the other a willing prey. But no, all you came in the elevator to see, were 2 girls in shiny short gold club dresses standing apart from each other and at that point, the only thing you would be given to remember is how short their dresses were and those strappy sparkly heels. You would stand in that elevator and instead of silence it was the fight of 2 perfumes coming from either side of you. But this would be a fleeting thought, as this is Vegas, on a Friday night. You would not be lucky enough to know that she is bringing her...to Sir.
Luck, however, is a bit on your side tonight, as you will be getting off at the same floor and you get to see that these 2 pretty things know each other as they head to the same hotel door and you see her pull out the card and swipe in. Lucky for you, tonight, as you pass them entering the room, the silhouette of a tall dark figure welcomed them. That is your gift from the god of curiosity, turning your boring journey back to your room, into a peek, into a fantasy that you've only heard about. Compelled even more, you sneak back to the door to eavesdrop, but as you put your ear to the door, it thuds as if a fight was starting but it was just that one sound. Lean in....lean in and listen.
What you heard next made you imagine what happened first. It would have went something like this: Sir was standing just a few feet away from the door as she had text him that they were on their way up. They both started to walk by him after the door closed. She had ideas that started to make her smile now that the door was closed and it's time to feast. But her thoughts were sharply interrupted as he grabbed her by her neck and shoved her back against the hotel door. He turned to the other one and said "Get on your knees". "Yes Sir".  He faces his pinned property on the door as she was being given just enough air to breathe, writhing but not struggling or fighting back, even though nothing she thought was coming to fruition. Sir has taken over and nothing yet to come will be as she planned...but better...that's why she loves him. Derailed to new heights but a little scary.
"So this is what you found to bring to me?"
"Yes Daddy, did I do good daddy?" (Struggling to answer).
"Do you think this makes you a good girl now?"
"I want to be a good girl for you daddy"
"You went and found another dirty little slut, juuust like you. How could that make you a good girl? How many times must I tell you, you're... my...dirty...little...slut. And now all you've done is brought another one to me. Looks like both of you need a lesson".
Your ears would peak and you would lean in to the door to hear more but you would miss what happened next. But it might have gone something like this: He turned and look at her, still on her knees. He signaled her over and with his free right hand he held the back of her neck and pulled her closed to him so he could whisper in her ear. The door was too thick so you missed when he leaned in and said, "do you know she is a dirty little slut? You see how she's struggling and her face all red? I promise you she's enjoying it...only dirty little sluts would enjoy this. Let me prove it to you. Stick your hand between her legs".
You would miss that she paused then slowly reached down to the trapped body against the door and she would be surprised to see and feel how wet she was.
"Do you believe me now?"
"Yes Sir"
"Now taste it". That you would have heard from behind the door and only your imagination could come as close to what was really happening.
She tasted her and you could see she enjoyed, it but Sir was quick to interrupt.
"See, she found a greedy dirty little slut, just like you, you didn't share. That's rude. Get some more and put it in her mouth." By this time the grip around her neck was loosened but still held her in place allowing her to taste and swallow the wet fingers of her capture. No more thuds against the door so you assume they went further into the room. You walk away, aroused and about to bring an interesting story to your wife waiting for you down the hall...too bad it will be the little you saw and heard.
But even if you stayed by the door, there wouldn't be much to hear as he is a quiet Dom. His power over her comes from his eyes, his intensity, his grip. But you would hear a dress rip and curiosity would strike your ear like a dog hearing his master's car pull in the driveway. You would have needed a really strong imagination to fill in how did a ripped dress come into play. Let's hope you would have pictured something like this: Sir released his grip from the back of her neck and said, "so she thinks you're a dirty fucking slut just like her so let's see what a dirty slut looks like" and raised a huge 13" fantasy knife to her face, then motioned it down to his sub's dress by her crotch, turned it sideways and slid it up under her dress all the way up to her chest, turned the blade towards himself and yanked it. The sharp blade surgically ripped her dress open, exposing her naked body and was left to hang by the thin straps on her shoulders. Her breathing lofting her exposed breasts. "This is what a fucking slut looks like, are you a fucking slut?"
"Yes Sir".
Sir's hand now on moved from her neck down to her shoulder, he leaned in and whispered in her ear that seemed to unlock a new sense of erotica in her eyes as she stared at the girl she found in the club standing a few feet a away watching her nakedness being hovered by the man she worships.  But you wouldn't know how that ripped dress sound came to be, you could only imagine it.
You now assume there's naked bodies and your imagination assumes lustful passionate devouring of flesh. But here, you are wrong. Your imagination will not be able to match what you cannot see. You may need to be told. Maybe in the morning you'll meet then in the elevator going downstairs and one of them will recognize you, smile and step over to whisper in your ear the details of what they knew you wanted to hear. Maybe the god of luck might bestow such kindness to start off your Saturday morning, maybe not.
Imagine all you want but you will never be told this:  Sir finally moved her from the hotel door, but just far enough so he could stand behind her and slide off the slain dress from her shoulders to finish its death on the floor by her feet. He kisses the side of her neck and makes eye contact with the girl and says, "take your clothes off and lay on the floor." With hungry eyes they watch her slide her straps off her shoulders and without anymore effort it falls to the ground, almost like her dress when Sir sliced it open.
Even at this point if you decided to wait to hear the bed squeaking to rhythmic love making and orgasm notes from different voices, you would still be let down. But the silence is what's more captivating. What could they be doing that is most certainly sexually explosive but does not make a sound for your planted ear to hear. You would have to imagine like a sorcerer, like an enchanted elf, a wizard, a god even. But you would still only be close, but not close enough....but if you dared to, you may have imagined something like this: their toy's naked, half drunk, waiting body lay on the ground, his sub's naked half drunk eager body stood in front of him. He stayed behind her and walked her over and made her stand over her so her legs were open just enough. They were now close enough that they were able to stare in each others eyes.  He motioned both her arms behind her, laid her forearms together and started to tie them together. As the roped looped and cinched you would have seen her body jerk and her hair move each time he adjusted the rope. But her eyes stay steady looking down at her.  By now Sir had a hard-on pressing onto the side of her ass through his pants. Once he was done tying, he unzipped and found his way up inside her. The thrust was easy because she was already wet from the second he shoved her by the throat onto the hotel door. The girl on the floor watched how Sir did that and the subtle movement of her body aching from watching was an applaud of sorts. But there was no continued thrusting and the audience awaits! Sir lodged himself in there for one reason, which soon became clear as his left hand grabbed a handful of hair yanking her head to the side while his right hand found her clit and started rubbing. Both their eyes widened as they kept eye contact and heavy breathing took her over. "Since you brought me a dirty little slut just like you we're gonna make sure she's really dirty". She tried to say "yes daddy" but as she made the attempt he rubbed her harder. Looking up she saw why her speech was interrupted, an explosion was about to happen. Her body forced him out and released gushes on to her naked body, from her hips up to her neck got sprayed. With her body still convulsing leaning back onto him and her body on the floor writhing in this wet ecstasy, their feast could now begin. Now you would hear all the moans, gasps and sighs you imagined you wanted to hear. Now the bed would play a song to celebrate the night. Now you would hear "thank you daddy" over and over again from 2 different voices, now your ears and patience would have been satisfied. So tomorrow morning when you see them in the elevator going down and dressed in shirts and shorts that obviously don't fit them, say good morning as you walk in, turn around, press the lobby button and smile knowing that you think you understood what happened last night.