Chapter 9: Moustafa Rashid’s Soiree

I sat at my desk contemplating two things; Moustafa Rashid’s get-together had been cancelled yesterday evening, but was put back to tonight, so I had to ensure I was ready for that, and Kevin announced last night that he was moving out, leaving me. I shed a lot of tears, and told Annalise when she called to tell me about Moustafa’s cancelled evening, but once she told me that it was for the best and that I could in future focus on serving her and the Doctor, I seemed to worry less about it. By the morning I was feeling rather positive about continuing to help both women in their quest to bring down Ron Barberi. I knew that if I could achieve that, with the pleasure it would give them, then there was a real sense of purpose in me now. It did preoccupy me for some time before I re-focussed on the work in front of me that I had to finish before leaving, and when I left without finishing it I realised that I didn’t actually care. There was a more important purpose for me now.

Moustafa was staying in the penthouse suite at the plushest hotel in the City. I announced myself at reception and was then escorted up by a rather nice young man who couldn’t take his eyes off my tits. I’m not usually that base, but his staring at them, well I guess it was the cleavage I’d ensured was particularly pronounced, just made me think of them as tits. I couldn’t help but ask as we arrived at the door of the suite, “Like what you see, young man?”

“Yes, ma’am. I do” he boldly responded, which both amused and pleased me. At the door was a rather large, tough looking man of middle-eastern appearance. Obviously a guard. I smiled at him and he returned the gesture. As I entered through the door, the size was, well, bold. Big. Very big. Very big and bold. A quick look around and I could see three men, none of whom I recognised, over by a bar. Two pairs of men a few feet apart over by the other side of the room as well, each pair with a young woman no more than about twenty years old talking with them. Then I saw Moustafa, with the Doctor. I didn’t know that the Doctor would be there. My body always seemed to react when I saw her, and now was no exception. I caught her eye seconds after I’d spotted her, and she beckoned me over. When I reached them I stood within arm’s reach, which was maybe too close, as Moustafa looked at me with a smile and said “Good evening pretty lady.” I responded “Good evening sir.” He looked back at the Doctor as his hand grabbed my arse cheek and said “This pretty lady loves my cock in her arse,” then turning back to me said “Don’t you?”

“Yes, I do sir” I responded to that, and I did. I did like his cock in my arse, and wondered if he’d be putting it there again during the evening. The Doctor turned to me and said “Annalise tells me that you’re expressing more resistance, Victoria, and that you need deeper conditioning again.”

“No, Doctor” I said, “I’m fine. I am. I really am. I’m so sorry if I’ve disappointed in any way.”

“We shall see, Victoria. We shall see. Now, that man over there in the navy blue jacket. Greying hair. He is a police commander assisting us in our ongoing efforts to take down Ron Barberi. You’ll make sure that he leaves this suite very satisfied with what we can offer by way of relaxation. Understood?” She said. “Yes, Doctor. I understand,” and I did. The fact of the matter is that I didn’t actually need Moustafa Rashid to spell it out as he did; “Yes, Victoria. You must fuck him good and hard. Anything he wants.”

“Yes, sir. Anything he wants,” I felt obliged to confirm even though I knew. I wondered whether Yasmin would be around, but hadn’t seen her as yet.

I listened to Moustafa and the Doctor talking as if they knew each other very well, which surprised me as I thought he and Ron were associates, and close ones too. And yet those present there were presumably part of this set-up that the Doctor and Annalise were orchestrating, which only confused me even further. Then again, maybe not, and just the police commander was. Yes, all very confusing. Then Moustafa pecked the Doctor on the lips just before he walked away. The Doctor and I stared at each other briefly, before she said “You have a purpose to play here, Victoria. Go over to him. Make his acquaintance and make sure it leads to what is necessary,” and she nodded in the direction of the police commander as she did. “Yes, Doctor” I confirmed before turning and walking towards him at the bar with two other men. I’d been told to look sexually inviting whilst smart and not tarty. The tight fitting green dress I wore, with the right bra, accentuated the chest I was proud of, and of course the bellboy had noticed. I could see that this police commander had noticed as well, for when he said “Hello, and who would you be,” he was talking to my tits. I hadn’t taken much notice of him earlier, but now could see that he was quite handsome. Likely in his fifties, tall, taller than the other two still with us by the bar. I was offered a drink, but took a non-alcoholic cocktail. It was small talk for some minutes before the other two men left us. I still didn’t know this police commander’s name but I’d told him mine when he asked. He did say though that he was married with two sons. Happily married, apparently, he was, but clearly with no problem taking advantage of the offering here as he too had put a hand firmly on my arse cheek, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m feeling in need of a lie down. Moustafa says there’s a spare bedroom in the suite. Care to join me?” He said.

“Of course, sir” I said. I still didn’t know his name. He led me down a short corridor beside the bar, towards a door. As soon as we walked in he said “I’m just taking a shower. Care to join me?”