Su Esclava (Salma Hayek)

[Cadeauxxx]

Su Esclava
Starring: Salma Hayek

Themes: Suspense/Mystery, Seduction, Romance, Horror

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.



Los Angeles, California

White dots ran across the trunk, ricocheting across the black surface. Every scratch mark was visible in the metallic paint. Passing cars went by, reflecting their motions across the glass windows. A row of cars was parked outside the hotel, occupying every space divided by a white line in the concrete. Only a single vehicle was black. The rest were in an assortment of colors ranging from yellow, red, and white. All of them were luxury cars owned by members of high society. Only people with deep enough pockets could turn a hotel parking lot into their own public showroom. Men in black suits and matching ties patrolled the area. All of them wore a pair of sunglasses through the night. It was jarring; then again, the same could be said about the abandoned motel. To the untrained eye, it was a simple building with three stories of rooms. An affordable place to stay for travelers coming and going through town.

The truth was only visible behind the locked doors. Entry required an invitation signed with the owner's initials, M.S. Each card was printed on a piece of expensive gold paper. Each name was engraved in black ink. Blair Thompson received an invite a week before the event with his name. A gift of his connections in Hollywood social circles. When he found out the location of the party was in La Brea, he declined. 'Just go and have a good time,' he told his friend Adam upon passing over the gold printed card. The two men had known each other for seven years, going back to when they worked at the same advertising agency. At thirty-two years old, Adam had seen enough years shuffling around boardroom meetings and traveling to oversee deals out of state. New Jersey was his home and the place he preferred working, far away from the California valleys and blazing heat. Thoughts of the Jersey shore were on his mind now that he was far away from home.

His thirty-second birthday was only four days ago. No celebration outside of work came in his lonely life. At his age, Adam believed he had seen enough of life. He had terrible luck in relationships. Easy to fall in love, but failed to build anything meaningful with a woman. Throughout his twenties, he spent most of his nights in the clubs. New Jersey, New York, and Los Angeles all had many places for him to blow through a few thousand dollars on weekend nights following the crowds. When he played the role of a smooth-talking charmer, ladies were easy to come across. Only the most beautiful ones who caught his eye on dance floors or at the bar. One-night stands happened often, though the mornings after left him with feelings of regret. Sex was an ultimate high with the side effect of a lonely comeback down period. Adam only had two relationships in his life that managed to last longer than four months. The women would come and go. He found reasons to avoid becoming emotionally attached to them. Usually, it was him pushing them away so he could chase another girl and repeat the process of loveless hookups.

Everyone is responsible for their own actions. An uncomfortable truth that didn't sit well inside of Adam's heart. Now that he was getting into his thirties, he wondered about changing his lifestyle. It was easy for him to spend money and not have to worry about life with the income he earned from a high-paying job. He had avoided the allure of drugs and financial vices. One night in Manhattan with a few lines of cocaine was enough to keep him away from the allure of substance abuse. There was a sense of danger in losing control to powerful addictions. He believed there were always beautiful women out there waiting to be seduced in the clubs. Back home in Jersey, he had a reputation as a player at the clubs. Every girl who slept with him had a story to tell about the suit-clad womanizer. A clean shaved face, swooped brown hair, and matching eyes were features he kept groomed. Adam kept his body slim and in good shape from exercise habits. At night, he wandered the clubs in a pinstriped suit. Always black. His navy blue suits were only worn to the office for a day at work.

A black suit with a white undershirt made for the most predictable outfit tonight. Blair had told Adam in passing about knowing certain people in the film industry. He never explained who they were, only the vague account of 'I know famous people.' Adam couldn't help but think about this when he accepted the invitation card with his friend's name. Just go and have a good time, he said. Blair was a man of few words at the office, but maybe he felt some pity for a friend's shortcomings in life. Most of the men at work went home to a wife and family they supported. Not Adam. He never experienced true companionship to build something like that. When he clocked out of work, he returned to his high-class apartment to no one. Solitude was his only friend waiting for him behind the closed doors of a place he called home. The weekends of clubbing had become rare now in life. To get out on a Thursday night made this feel like an early start to the weekend.

The abandoned motel being used for a party must have thrown Blair off. He didn't say anything, but Adam quickly realized why his friend passed on this event. La Brea looked unsettling at night. There was no one walking the streets when the sky faded to black. The empty streets were the first thing he noticed when the taxi driver dropped him off. An abandoned motel was a strange choice for a party, but Adam didn't find it troubling. He had seen his fair share of weird things in nightclubs over the years. What he did find odd was that the hotel itself appeared basic on the outside. Why not choose a fancy place? Then again, the question was pointless since he didn't know who arranged the party. The only thing Blair told him was that some people inside Hollywood would be there. Adam was left guessing who those people would be. He assumed that Blair was referring to producers, screenwriters, and lower-level career people. The luck of encountering someone famous was the last thing he considered.

Beyond the front doors led into a basic room. The receptionist desk was turned into a bar. Drinks were served by an older man wearing a black tuxedo with a polka-dotted bowtie. Black and white wasn't just the security's outfit of choice. The first thing Adam noticed was the people standing around in the room off to the side. Their appearance was normal. No one he recognized by any means. He was left to decide where he would venture off to since no one approached him. The suit gave him the appearance of a member of high society. He easily blended in among the other people coming and going. Adam saw other men in suits and girls wearing fancy dresses. No one caught his eye, nor did a single person bother approaching him to learn of his identity. Since he got in through the front door, Adam felt confident he didn't have to use his friend's name if anyone asked. Who was going to ask to see his invitation card? It was tucked in the inner pocket of his jacket behind his phone. Walking around the lobby, Adam noticed an older man smiling at him.

"First time here?"

The man had faded gray hair, a clean face that demonstrated his age through lines of wrinkles, and bright blue eyes. His suit was blue with similar pinstripes. Adam nodded at him, eager to strike a conversation with a stranger.

"Yeah, I've never been to a place like this before. So where's the party?"

"There is no party. If you're looking for someone, you'll need to look around. Most people have their own rooms. Maybe you should talk to someone about getting your own if you're staying the night."

He stepped aside after uttering a confusing reply. Adam noticed a white door on the left side of the room. The man didn't ask his name or exchange many details. That was fine by Adam, since he didn't want to engage in much conversation. Especially not with a man who gave him a strange answer to a simple question. As he stepped through the door, his eyes gazed over a large rectangular room. Many people were gathered around both sides. In the center of the room were four black couches lined up opposite from each other. Between the couches were glass tables with pottery decorations. The furniture of the hotel stuck out among the guests, who were all wearing much more expensive clothing compared to their surroundings. Everything felt out of place to Adam's curious eye. Who were these people? What were they doing in a strange hotel like this?

The longer he studied the room, the more uneasy Adam felt. Something wasn't right about this party. If the hotel was abandoned, then how was there still some form of electricity; a question he pondered while stepping around the room. At this rate, he wondered what the guest rooms had to offer. It was hard for him not to remember the times he spent in much better hotels than this forgotten place. The thought slipped from his mind as he glanced around the side, noticing a few women talking in a group. One was a blonde haired woman in a white dress. The diamonds sparkled from her silver wrist bracelet and necklace. She was talking to another girl with brown hair fixed in a high ponytail and dangling earrings. This other woman was wearing an orange dress hugging her slim figure. Adam glanced past them when he saw a set of brown eyes gazing directly back at him. The girls stepped away, leaving him in the line of sight of an older woman whose eyes burned into his soul.

His blood pressure spiked when Adam saw her face. The woman was older with shiny black hair parted down the middle. Her body was contained within a silky black dress running all the way down to her ankles. Further below, there was a hint of her feet hidden in a pair of black high heel pumps. The front of the dress exposed an ample view of her cleavage. The view combined with her face made her appearance unmistakable. Adam found himself locked in the sight of Salma Hayek. If it wasn't her, this woman could've been her twin. She was short, right at the height level he imagined Salma to have. All of a sudden, this party became more interesting than he thought possible. What was she doing here? And why was she staring at him like this? More questions, he wondered. At least for these two, he could discover the answers by approaching her. The thought of encountering a hot girl tonight was a fun one. Little could he have guessed that he would be crossing paths with a celebrity. Adam stepped closer to her, offering a smile in his greeting.

"Hi there. You look familiar. Or maybe I should ask if I look familiar to you."

She raised an eyebrow before replying.

"You've seen me before?"

The tone of her voice was drenched in a smooth, heavy accent. Her voice almost gave Adam chills. There was no doubt in his mind that it was truly her. He nodded and smiled.

"Yes, I've seen you on the cover of magazines and in movies. You're famous, I know that. But do you know who I am?"

"If I knew who you were, I would tell you. But since you know who I am, go ahead and inform me of my own name."

With his eyes locked on her, Adam felt bold about his response.

"Salma. Fucking. Hayek."

She smiled in the most smug way possible. Her small lips curved into a grin, revealing her teeth behind her small lips.

"Yes, that's me. I'm Salma fucking Hayek."

He blushed as she chuckled at him.

"My name's Adam. Adam Crowley. Have you seen me before?"

Salma shook her head.

"No, I've never seen you before in my life."

"Then why were you staring at me?"

Her smile fell. Salma waited a few seconds to respond while her eyes remained locked on his.

"I don't need a reason to look at you. I do it because I want to. Do you have a problem with that?"

Adam chuckled under his breath.

"No, I don't."

"Good. I like to look at things that interest me, especially when it's a man who is clearly an outsider among this crowd."

Just like that, his cover was blown. Salma called him out on the spot. Adam guessed that she must have figured it out within seconds of him entering the room. He was indeed an outsider. A man who didn't belong around any of these people. What their business was in this abandoned motel was none of his concern. Salma clearly had a reason to be here. Adam was intrigued by her presence alone. After all the years he spent seducing women in nightclubs, tonight presented him with a true challenge. If he could bed Salma Hayek, then Adam could rest well knowing he achieved something in many men's wildest dreams.

"You're right. I don't know what I'm doing here. This place is very weird."

His reply made her smile.

"Yet you received an invitation. Miguel knows you, or else he wouldn't have invited you to our secret place."

Adam remembered the M.S. initials on the card. Now he had a clue of who this mysterious man was. Salma presented a test to him. He could admit the truth that he used his friend's card to get in or lie straight to her face. The latter was more his kind of choice. He had many years of experience lying to girls when he wanted to undress them. The women of his past were not older or mature enough like Salma to detect his deceptive manipulations. He understood that she was at least more than fifteen years older than him, but he was unsure of her actual age. She could've been in her forties or even fifties yet still resembled her thirties, which he remembered seeing in movies.

"Yeah. No one told me any of the details. They just said it was a party, so I assumed it would be like a nightclub in here. I was expecting loud music, dancing, and all that. What's the point of using this building? I thought it was supposed to be abandoned."

"It is to the public... but not for us. I guess a better way of describing it would be to say it's out of business."

Salma smiled again.

"Care to have a drink with me, Adam?"

"I would love to."

Lifting her left hand, Salma revealed her ringless fingers. It was a deliberate move, signaling that she was free of marriage or engagement. Adam didn't know much about her beyond films he had seen Salma in. His introduction to her was the movie From Dusk Till Dawn. When he first noticed her gazing at him, the image of her eyes flashed back at him from that movie. Some lives were never the same again after that scene. Everyone who could recall the film knew of her dancing part. Strong memories made this moment feel surreal walking alongside her. Adam remembered her character name from the movie. Santanico Pandemonium randomly popped into his head when they returned to the lobby. Salma's heels stomped loudly across the tiled floor. When they reached the bar, one of them was ready to serve. Adam noticed a row of bottles below the reception desk and goblet-shaped glasses. Salma turned to him.

"What do you like to drink?"

"Scotch. Nothing fancy."

With a nod, Salma raised two fingers at the bartender.

"Get us two glasses of Scotch. Do you want ice with that?"

Adam shook his head.

"No ice, just two drinks."

As Salma spoke to the bartender, Adam glanced around the room. More people had arrived. He saw two women with long brown hair walking in matching dresses. An older man in a white suit with gray hair strolled through the lobby. He marched to the door Salma and Adam had left. Once their drinks were served, Salma gripped the goblet in her right hand. Adam picked up his from the counter and gazed into her dark eyes.

"You are a curious man. Would you like a tour around the hotel?"

"Sure, why not?"

She chuckled in her strong accent. The way she laughed made him blush. Salma stepped ahead, turning to glance across her shoulder at him. She raised her free hand, motioning with her index and pinky fingers.

"Come with me."

He stepped closer, matching the pace of her heels. They walked side-by-side with Salma to his left. Adam didn't notice a door on the far side of the room, opposite to the one he entered, where he met her. It was a black door with a diamond shaped window. Salma opened it. He stepped through the doorway, following her head. Inside he saw faded yellow walls and a metal staircase leading to the upper floors. She gripped the metal rail of the staircase and ascended, stomping her heels across the white stairs every step of the way. At the top led to a narrow hallway with a dark carpet covering the floor. Every inch was illuminated by fluorescent light fixture panels in the ceiling. They were in a pattern, separated by two white panels. Salma raised her goblet to her lips for a large sip. Adam did the same as they began to slowly walk down the long corridor. He noticed the left side contained doors. All of them in a dark red color. After a drink, Adam spoke to her.

"I'm assuming these are the guest rooms."

"Yes, some of them."

Salma replied, gazing over into his eyes. The way she looked at him only made his mind wander around. Among his thoughts was his own desire for her. As badly as he wanted to seduce Salma, Adam considered the possibility of such lust being reversed. So far, he didn't feel as if he were her prey. But it seemed odd to him that she was so friendly and wanting to walk him around the motel like this. After another sip, Salma spoke again.

"Tell me about yourself, Adam."

"What do you wanna know?"

"You can start by telling me how old you are."

"I'm thirty-two."

"Excellent. You certainly look like a man and not a boy. I'm expecting maturity from you at your age."

Her words made him blush. As they reached the end of the hallway, Salma turned to the left. It led down another linear hallway with another row of doors on the left side. In the center of the room was an open doorway with a staircase sign on the right wall. Adam raised the glass to his lips and finished it, swallowing every last drop of liquor down his throat. The sound of his throat muscles didn't go unnoticed by Salma. She was holding her own glass close to her face.

"I want to know more about you. What do you do for a living? What's your job?"

"I'm an analyst at a marketing firm here in L.A."

An honest reply that came out naturally. Adam didn't consider lying to her like he did women in his past. Salma approached the staircase leading to the next floor. She turned to see him holding the empty glass in his hand.

"Just wait until we reach my room. You can put the glass in the sink."

She raised her own goblet to her lips, having another sip of the scotch. Salma blinked as she gazed into his eyes. The way she looked at him was enough to make him feel hunted. In this quiet moment, Adam realized that he was her target. Salma's eyes conveyed a message her words couldn't. As he stepped closer to her, she turned her back and began to climb the staircase. Her heels boomed loudly across the metal steps. The walls remained the same in that faded yellow color. At the top of the stairs, Salma stepped forward into another long corridor. She waited for Adam to join her. His left shoulder brushed against her right.

"So, you work for a marketing place. That's funny. Men like you have no business walking these halls."

Once again she called him out on the spot. Adam couldn't argue with her. If he pulled out his invitation, she would see someone's name on it. He thought to himself for a few seconds. Persuading women was one of his talents, but he had never been lured by a woman of her caliber.

"You're right. I don't know what the hell I'm doing here."

Smirking at him, she chuckled again in her heavy accent.

"You know exactly what you're doing by following me."

As Salma looked into his eyes, she crossed her arms over her busty chest. Adam's eyes fell from her face, glancing at her large cleavage. She caught sight of his eyes and moved the goblet in the middle. For a moment, he expected her to pour the remainder of her alcohol onto her breasts.

"You're not a fool, Adam. Neither am I. You're the kind of man who knows what he wants. I like that."

His eyes shifted back to hers. Salma tempted him, almost as if she knew he wasn't going to turn around and run away. In the back of his mind, Adam felt that once he entered a room with her, he would be experiencing something he would never forget. Tonight was about to change for the better.

"You're right. What I want is you."

Raising an eyebrow at him, the smirk on her face grew. Adam saw a hint of the top row of her teeth. Salma's voice lowered in her thick accent as she replied.

"I know you do. You're honest about your desires."

"What do you want, Salma? That's what you aren't telling me."

Her voice crackled in sharp laughter as she stepped closer.

"I don't have to tell you anything. You've come this far. I don't see you turning around and walking away."

Adam nodded at her. Salma kept her eyes focused on him and walked backward. Only four steps were all she needed to reach her door. Adam glanced away from her and noticed all the doors were unmarked. No numbers to guide them. For Salma to be able to pick her door without any sign made Adam believe she memorized where to go. Her hand grasped the chrome knob, and she turned it. She stepped backward again, entering the room while signaling at him with her free hand. Her middle and ring fingers were bent, lifting the other two fingers as a gesture like before. Adam stepped through the doorway and sighed in relief. The frail yellow wallpaper of the halls was gone. Inside, Adam saw wooden panels covering every wall. A dark blue carpet covered the floor, freshly cleaned. There was no television in sight on the walls. The door silently shut behind him with only a faint sound. Salma reached for his glass, pulling it from his fingers while Adam took in the sights of the small room.

There was something oddly strange about the small room. It gave him a sense of nostalgia, yet he couldn't understand why. Adam had never been in a place like this. A sofa was across the room, sitting next to a wooden table with a brown lamp. Maybe it was the change of colors and scenery that put his mind at ease. The room lacked any luxurious features of hotels he had stayed in. Something about it made him feel as if he had stepped into a time capsule. Everything about this room just screamed the year 1997 to him. He couldn't determine why it was that specific year but felt a strong vibe from the nineties in spirit. Salma drifted off to the kitchen, where the two glasses clanked together in the sink. Adam didn't notice her returning to the small room. He studied the furniture, moving closer to inspect the couch. Salma's figure was visible from the corner of his left eye. She stood in the archway leading to the small kitchen and watched him press his right palm into the couch cushion. Her left hand rested on her hip while she leaned against the arched walkway.

"You seem more fascinated by this room than you are with me. Here I am, and you are more concerned about an old couch."

He sighed while still looking at the couch. Adam knew she was staring at him like a shadow from afar. Once again Salma made him feel as if he were helpless prey lured in by her seductive charm. He tried to shake off the uneasy emotions by changing the subject.

"This place looks like it has been frozen in time or something. What year is it?"

Blinking her eyes, Salma flashed her teeth at him in a devious smile. The way she curved her lips revealed all the lustful hunger she had for him. Adam exhaled a deep breath and braced himself for what was coming.

"You're asking a pointless question. Is that your way of trying to hide your feelings from me?"

Like before, her accent cut through the air, making him blush. The way Salma talked in her strong voice was almost enough to make the hair on his arms stand. Adam refused to be intimidated by her beautiful presence. He smiled back, shifting the subject to himself.

"I thought you were done asking me silly questions back in the hallway."

The grin remained on her face as Salma stepped and strutted towards him. Her hips swayed in the black dress. Hands placed on her hips and head proudly raised high. She drew her right hand, pointing her index finger at him.

"I have only one more question for you, Adam. But it is going to have to wait."

She lowered her hand once she was within reaching distance of him. Adam glanced away from her eyes to take a second peek at her cleavage.

"Why wait? Go ahead and get it over with. Ask me whatever."

"No, we've done enough chit-chatting for now. My final question can wait. There's nothing else to talk about for now. You want what I want, and that's the only thing that matters right now."

Salma lifted her hands to cup his face, pulling him in closer. Adam closed his eyes upon feeling her warm fingers slide to the back of his neck. Their lips met for a kiss. It began slowly until her tongue was in his mouth. The taste of her kiss made Adam return the feeling with one of passion. Salma's breasts pressed against his chest as she deepened the kiss. Lips locked, they exchanged a series of tender kisses as Adam felt his cock stiffening in the front of his pants. Salma moaned into his mouth before pulling away to break the kiss. They were staring at each other once again. Adam blinked once, and Salma grinned at him.

"Since you're so comfortable in my suite, go ahead and take your shoes off. Make yourself feel at home."

Her entire demeanor had shifted with the tone of her voice. Every word spoken in her sexy accent was low, yet calm and still seductive. The kiss seemed to have relaxed her, but Adam wasn't ready to let his guard down. Salma stepped around him, strutting her hips once more as she walked back to the archway leading to the kitchen area.

"Don't keep me waiting."

No thrill could compare to this. As Adam pulled off his shoes, he let go of any mental restraints to hold himself back. Just knowing he was about to fuck Salma Hayek gave him a sense of excitement he had never felt. This was so much better than every other girl he had slept with throughout his life. If there was ever a lucky night in his life, this beat the best of memories he had fucking his way through the New York club scene. He flung his suit jacket to the floor without any care for the contents within the inner pockets. With his feet free, Adam went on and unbuckled his belt to slide down his black trousers. He kept his pair of white underwear on after seeing the outline of his erect dick waiting to be freed. After undoing the first few buttons of his collared shirt, he dashed through the small kitchen and found the open door to the small bedroom. It was faintly lit from a lamp brightening the light blue walls. Inside, a goddess awaited him.

Adam stepped through the doorway and gazed back at Salma. She stood in front of a wooden dresser. Off to the side was an oval shaped mirror and stool acting as a makeup table. Salma's lower lip fell, revealing her bared teeth as she held her loosened dress against her body. Adam arrived just in time for her to drop it and reveal her voluptuous nude form. His eyes scanned over her body upon witnessing her bare breasts. Adam blinked, just to make sure he was truly seeing this. All the times he had fantasized about Salma's tits, and now they were close enough to grasp. He resisted the urge to touch her body without permission. His eyes drifted down her flat, perfect stomach, going further to see her wet pussy. A small black strip of hair was visible above her pink folds. The wet spots glistened, sparkling in the dim lights of the room. Salma saw she had his complete attention and turned to her left, revealing the side profile of her body.

The roundness of her buttocks was on full display. Adam swallowed his breath at the sight of her fantastic ass. She kept on her black high heels, possibly for the elevated height. Salma turned, facing him again as she stepped closer and reached for his shirt. A small tug, then a rough pull ripped the fabric off his slim body. She dropped the tattered remains to the floor and pressed her palms against his chest. Since she touched him first, Adam grabbed her breasts, squeezing them softly. Salma raised her head, moaning softly from the feeling of his hands. Her nipples hardened, pressing into his palms. She bit her lower lip before Adam leaned in, brushing his lips against hers for another kiss. As their tongues danced together, he fondled her boobs, squeezing them again. Salma moaned into his mouth and pulled away, breaking their lips apart. Adam lowered his face to smother himself with her legendary breasts. He pulled them apart and rubbed both against his cheeks. Salma exhaled a deep breath, shaking her tits before he grabbed onto the left one.

His lips kissed her hardened nipple, tongue rolling across the areola. As Adam sucked her breast, Salma smiled at him and ran her right hand over his head. It was a brief moment of tenderness shared between them, continuing as he switched to the other tit. She caressed his hair while he sucked the nipple. For a few seconds, Adam forgot all about her captivating manner. It may have only been a few seconds, but he still witnessed a different side of Salma in that short time frame. Her hands moved to the front of his underwear, pulling the elastic band to subtly suggest what she wanted. Adam raised his head, moving his hands away from her breasts. Salma gazed into his eyes as she raised her right hand and pointed in the direction of a chair. He hadn't noticed it at first glance. The chair sported a retro design with a walnut wooden frame and brown leather cushions. Adam stepped towards it and sat down, then watched as Salma fell to her knees and began crawling over to him. As her hands and knees slid across the carpet floor, Adam exhaled a deep breath.

"I'm going to show you..."

She didn't finish her sentence. Show him what? Adam was left to ponder that question in his own mind. Once Salma reached the spot in front of his legs, she finally grabbed the front of his underwear and tugged them down. Adam shook his ankles to make the underwear fall to the floor. A large grin ran across Salma's face as she gazed at the length of his hardened shaft. She grabbed it with her right hand, twisting her fingers around it.

"Oh my... Look how hard you are for me."

Gritting her teeth, Salma's attitude shifted back to one of lustful desires. She squeezed his cock and jerked her hand up and down. Adam gazed into her eyes as she slid the tip of his shaft beyond her lips. 'Mmmmmmm,' Salma moaned a muffled sound as she began to suck the head. Her hand slid down to the base, holding his cock in place as she pushed more into her mouth. Another incoherent moan was heard as a strand of black hair moved in front of her face. Salma fixed the errant strand behind her ear with the aid of her left hand. Adam exhaled a deep breath, reveling in the fact that one of the most famous women in the world was sucking him off. This was a moment worthy of feeling like a king. He took another deep breath and moaned as Salma continued slowly sucking his dick. With nothing to say, Adam leaned back, relaxing in the chair, and left Salma to enjoy his cock as she pleased. Her eyes closed as she pushed half the length between her lips. Adam bit his lower lip to prevent himself from screaming.

He didn't want to brag by spoken word. In the silence without speech, Adam could hear the quiet sucking noises generated from Salma's loving mouth. Opening her eyes, she glared at him for what felt like the hundredth time. More of his cock disappeared into her mouth as she took it further down her throat. The audible sounds from her lips shifted into loud slobbering. Salma shut her eyes again as she pushed his cock down the depths of her throat. Adam gritted his teeth as she deepthroated his length. It lasted only a few brief seconds. She withdrew her lips back to the head and released it with a pop. 'Ahhh,' she breathed in and licked the head of his cock. Salma bit her lower lip as she pumped her right hand up and down his shaft. When her eyes set on him, she parted her lips again and circled her tongue around the head of his cock. Adam refused to glance away, moaning softly under his breath as her hand continued to jerk him at a slow rhythm. Salma didn't have to say anything. Her eyes sent a powerful message without words.

Her hand stopped. Salma pushed her fingers back to the base, rustling it around his stringy pubic hairs. She lapped her tongue across the tip again, running it down the underside of his shaft and then back up. When she was ready, Adam watched her small lips envelope around the head. She pushed his cock back into her mouth and moaned a suppressed noise. 'Mmmmmmm,' vibrations were felt from her tongue pressing against his shaft inside her mouth. Adam raised his right elbow on the armrest of the chair. His eyes locked on Salma as she devoured his cock, sucking inch after inch. She found a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down while the sucking noises continued. Her left hand pressed against his leg, gently grazing his thigh with her fingernails. 'Mmmm, mmmmmm, mmm,' more slobbering noises were heard from her busy lips. Salma pulled back to the head and released his shaft with a loud pop. The noise echoed in the room as she let go of his dick, allowing it to flop against his stomach.

"I take it that you're enjoying yourself?"

Adam nodded to her question. Underneath her face, he saw the drool glistening around his cock. A string dangled from the left corner of her mouth until she swiped it away.

"I think you knew the answer before asking me that question."

Salma smirked at his reply.

"You're a quiet man. Most men can't stop crying from the way I pleasure them."

Lowering her head, she grabbed his balls with her left hand. Adam gasped and let out a sharp moan.

"Ohhhh!"

His reaction made Salma grin, flashing her full teeth at him.

"Now that's more like it."

Her attention shifted to his balls. Salma squeezed them again and opened her mouth wide. Adam bit his lower lip when he felt her warm tongue coating his ballsack in saliva. Salma squeezed again, pushing one of his nuts into her mouth. As she sucked on it, her right hand grabbed his cock and held it upward. She squeezed her fingers around the pole and began stroking it at the same time she sucked his balls. With the help of her free hand, Salma swapped his balls, slathering the other one around equally in her mouth. Adam lowered both hands onto the armrest of the chair, gripping the edge. His toes curled from the sounds made by her wonderful mouth. She was in complete control on her knees. If Salma wanted to, she knew she could make Adam reach an orgasm before he was ready. Releasing his balls from her mouth, she licked them again and then raised her head, making more eye contact with him as she held his cock below her chin.

Just when he expected her to place his cock back in her mouth, Salma let go of it. She lowered her hands to her great big breasts and raised them. Adam gasped, his eyes growing larger as he realized what she was about to do to him. Salma pulled her breasts apart and then used her right hand to slide his cock directly between them. Her tits closed together, trapping his cock between them. A low moan escaped her lips as she glanced down at the head poking between them. Adam swallowed his breath in a desperate attempt to control his emotions. So many men went to bed at night fantasizing about those breasts. Adam could only imagine the very few who could say they had their cock lodged between them. Never before had he felt so lucky with a woman in all of his life. Salma flexed her elbows as she prepared herself with a deep exhale. She parted her lips and let a string of saliva drip from her mouth down onto the head of his cock.

"Oh my god."

He whispered with a grunt. Salma bit her lower lip and began to pump her tits up and down, fucking his cock. Every inch of his cock was felt between her soft, firm breasts. Salma thrust them at a slow pace until Adam bucked his hips upwards to make the first thrust.

"Yes, like that."

She looked at him proudly as Adam thrust again, fucking her tits. It was amazing to look at her beautiful face, then glance down and watch his cock disappear between them. Salma moaned as he worked in a slow rhythm, pumping up and down. She grinned at him.

"Ohhhhhh, yes. You like this, don't you?"

"God, yes! I've always wanted to do this with you!"

Salma laughed at the exhilaration in his voice. Adam truly felt as if he were on top of the world. The chair might as well have been a throne to sit back in as he fucked Salma's amazing tits. His hands gripped the armrest, holding tightly as he continued to buck his hips. She glanced down, watching the head of his shaft poke up every time he completed a full thrust. Salma adjusted her right hand, making sure her tits were squeezed tightly around his long shaft. Adam grunted as he tried to thrust faster. Salma flicked her tongue across the tip as it poked up. Once, twice, thrice, and then one final time to make four licks. As she raised her head, she chuckled in her deep accent.

"Ohhhhh, yes. You love my breasts. I want to hear you say it to me. Admit it!"

"I could fuck these titties all night long. This is what they were made for."

More laughter flowed from her voice. Salma's voice was so sexy to Adam's ears, he almost wanted to lose all control of himself.

"You love them! Let me hear you say it!"

"I love your tits! They're so perfect!!"

She seemed satisfied with his praise. Adam didn't think much of his words, blurting out the first things that came to mind. The soft firmness of her breasts made him continue thrusting harder and faster. Adam no longer cared about staving off his climax. It was coming. He didn't care where his load went. Salma glanced down, watching his cock glide up and down like a fast piston. She glanced back at him with her big brown eyes. Adam's face was contorted in pleasure, gritting his teeth. Seeing that he was close to explosion, Salma pulled her breasts apart and quickly grabbed his cock. Her right hand jerked so fast the motion became a blur.

"Oh, god!!"

Adam screamed, knowing he only had seconds left to enjoy this. He expected his cum to fly all over the place, but Salma had other intentions. She opened her mouth, swiftly shoving the head of his cock between her lips. She sucked it hard while still wanking her hand back and forth.

"GOD!! YESSSSSS!!"

Closing his eyes tightly. Adam curled his toes in the loud scream. The creamy white seed filled her mouth, dripping down her throat. Salma continued to suck and lowered her free hand to squeeze his balls. His grunts became more primal, groaning incoherently. Salma milked his cock for all it's worth, swallowing his load. When she was done, she plucked his cock from her lips and opened her mouth wide. Not a single drop was visible on her long tongue.

"Mmmmmmmm, that was a hot load."

Salma licked her lips. Adam took a few deep breaths as she spoke again.

"You lasted longer than I expected."

"Is that a good thing?"

Ignoring his pointless question, Salma chuckled. She pressed her hands against his legs to lift herself up from the floor. Standing before him, she smirked.

"Prepare yourself. We're far from finished."

Adam caught his breath as he gripped his softened cock and began stroking it again. His first thought was that Salma may want to stroke it back to life. She left him to do the job, wanking himself back to erect hardness. Turning her back to him, Adam's eyes were met with the sight of her plump, juicy ass. He was reminded that her breasts weren't the only part of her body worthy of exploration. Salma climbed onto the bed, splitting the ass cheeks as she pressed her hands and knees into the sheets. She crawled forward a few steps while Adam got up from the chair. He groaned, twisting his fingers around his dick. Salma glanced in his direction from across her right shoulder. The look on her face appeared observant, as if she were making sure that he was ready to continue. He was left to consider what was on her mind in these moments of silence. Maybe Salma wanted to let their bodies do the talking instead of asking more trivial questions.

She turned her head, facing the wooden headboard of the bed. Adam glanced down at her perfect rear end. The roundness was so impressive. Her curves were in all the right places. He licked his lips while examining her body in this position. Salma was in the ideal position, hinting at what she wanted next. Since she was not speaking in the passing seconds, Adam was left to guess where she wanted his cock. This felt like a test of sorts, to see if he would be distracted by her ass and forget about her pussy entirely. If that was the game Salma was playing, Adam knew better than to disappoint her. Gripping his cock again, he gave it one final rub. His hand slid to the base, then he positioned it between her thighs to slide around her entrance. Salma raised her head, breathing a low sigh. It shifted into a full moan when he plunged his cock into her tight pussy. Adam closed his eyes for a moment, crying out in pleasure. Inside her was a heavenly warmth. Opening his eyes, he grabbed hold of her hips and began to slowly thrust inside her.

"Ohhhhh, yes."

Salma's accent was coming out in full force with her moans. Adam made another slow pump inside her, taking it easy. She flipped her long black hair to glance at him from across her shoulder a second time. Adam looked into her eyes and spoke.

"Do you want me to go slow?"

Locking eyes with him, Salma didn't utter a single word in response. He was left to guess her desires. Her expression caused him to tense up. Adam couldn't shake the feeling that she was playing a game with him. He didn't beg for her reply. Salma turned her head, hanging it low. As he slowly pumped forward, she began to grind backward. Her ass cheeks jiggled when their bodies touched. Salma easily matched his pace, moving in perfect sync with him. Adam dropped his anxious thoughts and went with the flow. Her movements were a guiding touch as he made love to her.

"Ohhhhhhh!"

Raising her head, Salma cried out a moan in a louder pitch. She grabbed the sheets, tugging at them as she began to hump back faster. Adam took the hint and increased the speed of his thrusts.

"Yes! Yessssss!!"

She halted her movements, allowing Adam to drive his cock into her freely. He didn't think of it as another test. Salma kept her head lowered as Adam continued bucking his hips. His cock pushed in and out of her pussy. Her breasts wobbled, shaking lightly from underneath her. As Adam gazed at her thick rump, he considered giving Salma a spank. All he could hear were her soft moans and cries of pleasure. She cooed loudly, then her voice would shift back to deeper tones. Adam made sure not to go too fast. His movement was at a moderate pace. He wanted Salma to enjoy this moment as much as him. Working in the rhythm, Salma surprised him when she began throwing it back. She pushed back much faster than Adam's own thrusts.

"Are you waiting on me to go faster?"

"Stop asking rhetorical questions."

Smack. Smack. Smack. Their bodies hit together, creating louder noises than the soft moans. If Salma's strong statement didn't get the point across, her actions certainly did. Adam raised his right hand without a second thought and spanked her ass. Salma flipped her hair around to gaze at him from over her right shoulder again. Baring her teeth, she spoke to him with the look in her eye as she continued to push back. This was no longer a lovemaking session. Salma was the one fucking him in spite of this position.

"Keep going, babe!"

Biting her lower lip, Salma purred. She halted her body, keeping his cock in her pussy for a few more brief seconds. Adam felt he could go longer before worrying about his next orgasm. It was the matter of her satisfaction he was unsure of. Salma was the kind of woman who knew what she wanted and would get it without anyone's help. Crawling forward, she moved again to slip his cock out of her pussy. Adam was confused at what she was doing. Salma crawled around to face him, looking at him with those dark eyes. She pressed her hands against his stomach and shoved him down onto the bed. The mattress shook as his back fell into the soft padding.

"What are you doing!?"

"You don't have to talk so much. Just lay there and let me do this."

Salma giggled after her reply. With Adam lying on his back, she was able to easily squat down on him. Her legs were spread, heels sinking into the bed around him. His head was nearly hanging from the edge of the bed. Her right hand gripped his cock, holding it upward as she slowly lowered her pussy down onto his shaft. Looking into his eyes, Salma bit her lower lip and purred softly. She shook her breasts, making them swing around to capture Adam's immediate attention. When she saw his eyes following her tits, Salma lowered herself down to take most of his cock into her pussy. Adam reached out with his right hand, grabbing her left tit. He expected Salma to lean forward and bring them closer to his face, but she had other ideas. Placing her hands on his legs, Salma was able to lean back slightly and reveal the sight of his cock lodged inside her. She bit her lower lip, gazing into his eyes. A thought registered into Adam's mind in this position. Salma had leaned back for a reason. He began to thrust, pumping his cock inside her.

"Ohhhhhhhh, yes."

As she moaned, Adam continued to make upward thrusts. Her boobs jiggled, shaking all around. This position made it easy for him to see her body and strong legs spread around him. He continued to thrust, watching her tits shake around. He grasped them, squeezing tightly with both hands. Salma grinned at him, teeth flashing with a nod. He felt the hardness of her nipples poking into his palms before pulling away. Adam's hands shifted to her hips, watching her breasts bounce. Salma gasped, eyes widening as she felt his cock driving in and out of her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! Yes! Yesssssss!!"

Her eyes traced down to watch his cock moving in and out. She pressed her palms down into the bed from behind her back, arching her body out to give him an even greater view of this moment. Salma's tits were shaking up and down, clapping at the rhythmic sound of their bodies moving together in sync. Adam saw her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she panted and cried louder.

"OHHHHHH! YES!! YES, YES, YESSSSSSS!!"

With every scream, he increased the speed, thrusting harder and faster. Salma's mouth opened wide, her hair swaying along with her breasts.

"JUST LIKE THAT!! JUST LIKE THAT!! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE CUM!! OHHHHH!! KEEP GOING!! YES!! OH GOD, YESSSSSSS!!"

Adam was the one now gripping the sheets from the side, pulling at them with both hands. He was going to deliver her the most epic climax he possibly could. If this was to be his second release of the night, he wanted it to be inside her. Gritting his teeth, he grunted as she raised her head and closed her eyes. Salma gasped loudly, her mouth opening wide again. The moment had come when she looked at him and screamed in a high pitch. Her eyes widened. It was the last thing Adam saw as he shut his eyes tightly and yelled out in ecstasy. The feeling of her pussy tightening around his shaft was too much. He exploded, filling her with his cum at the same time as her climax. This wonderful, heavenly feeling was so powerful and overwhelming. If not for his experience with women in the past, Adam knew he would've passed out from this. Salma's heavy breathing caught his attention. He opened his eyes to see her gorgeous face and dark eyes glaring back at him.

"That was so good."

She smiled, laughing at him as he groaned. Salma slowly raised herself, allowing his cock to carefully slide out of her pussy and drop to his stomach. Some of her love nectar dripped from her vulva, leaving traces on the bed that would dry into stains.

"Good? I think this was far better than that, babe. I would say fantastic."

Her soothing voice crackled into laughter. Salma's accent was never tiring. Adam could've sat and listened to her talk about anything for hours. After moving from the position, she kept her legs spread. Salma sat on her knees, glancing down at his cock. She grabbed it with her right hand, squeezing it softly. The touch of her left hand was felt on his thigh. Her fingers roamed across his skin, gently caressing their way up to his stomach. Looking into her eyes, Adam felt a sense of comfort in a moment like this. Her expression was filled with passion that made him feel loved. Salma was more than just a woman.

"It's been a long time since someone made me feel special like you're doing right now."

"Why is that?"

"I haven't been with a woman in a while. I didn't think it was possible for a woman to make me feel like this. I can't explain how you're making me feel right now. I wish I knew what to say. All I can say is I feel better than ever lying here with you. I wish this night could last forever."

Salma smirked. The fingers on her right hand twisted, gently stroking it. She waited a moment and replied.

"I believe you. So long as you don't try to tell me you haven't been with many other women, then I won't call you a liar."

He laughed, blushing at her remark. This entire night had come about based on a lie. If only she knew how he managed to enter this hotel, then she would definitely have a reason to call him out. Adam could care less about that as he gazed back at her beautiful face.

"I can see you're not tired yet. That's how I know you've done this with several girls before me."

"Yeah, but none of them I could call a woman like you."

She grinned, showing her teeth once more. Adam took a deep breath, nodding his head at her.

"I think I can go one more round. What about you?"

"Oh, I know you can. Don't worry about me, Adam. I want to make sure I've drained you down to the last drop of cum."

Releasing his cock with her right hand, Salma licked her lips as she grabbed his balls. A hard squeeze made him moan as she smirked.

"Something tells me that you've still got some more for me."

"I do. I think I can give you one more load."

"I know you can. I want it."

Biting her lower lip, Salma purred as she fondled his balls in her hand. She rubbed them together between her fingers.

"I'll let you make a choice. Since I like you, I will let you choose how I pleasure you."

"Seriously?"

Salma nodded to answer his question. Adam let out a sigh as he thought about how to spend this final load. He remembered the distraction of her mighty ass, but his mind wandered back to her breasts. If he had to do one more thing with Salma Hayek before the night was over, another round of tittyfucking was an easy choice.

"What will it be?"

"I want you to fuck me with your tits."

"I knew you would say that."

The grin on her face returned as Salma pointed her right hand index finger at him. She used her other hand to motion for him to rise up. Adam stood on the bed, gazing down as he watched Salma's hands cup her breasts. She pushed her legs together, knees still bent as he gripped his cock. Adam stroked himself a few times, just to make sure he was hard and ready for the last round of this unforgettable night. Salma licked her lips, watching his hand jerk back and forth around his cock. When Adam was prepared, she created a passage between her breasts. He slid his dick between them. Salma closed her tits together and then immediately began to pump up and down.

"Ohhhhhh, man!!"

Wailing out a loud cry, Adam braced himself. He could already see he wasn't going to last long from the sheer force of Salma's breasts moving around his shaft. She giggled at the sound of his voice.

"You are loving this! I knew you would want another go with my titties again. You can't resist them."

Up and down, then down and up. She pumped her tits repeatedly. The head poked up with every complete thrust. Adam sighed, breathing heavily. Salma was back in control on her knees. It didn't seem she was going to show him any mercy whatsoever.

"I think you love feeling this too, Salma."

"Mmmmmm, yes! I do enjoy every last bit of this."

His question didn't slow down her movements at all. Salma was hard at work thrusting her breasts in a solid rhythm. At this rate, Adam knew his time was short. Her eyes leered to his face as she spoke seductively in her accent.

"I want your cum. Give it to me, please. I'm begging you. Ohhhh yeah, I'm going to drain your balls with my titties."

Any second now he was ready to explode. Adam was convinced Salma knew where she wanted this load. She had swallowed the first and taken the second inside her. This final burst was going to be a mess. As she continued pumping her breasts, he clenched his face. A grunt followed a weak groan, and then it happened. He was still moaning as the wads of cum spurted from his cock and splattered on her neck. Three thick spurts landed on her neck, right where Salma wanted it. A big grin ran across her lips as she closed her eyes and moaned.

"That's it. All of your cum is mine."

The way she uttered those words was so sexy, yet they were spoken so boldly. Salma might as well have told him that his body belonged to her. Adam was spent. He pulled his depleted shaft from her tits. Salma watched as he moved closer to the headboard and then carefully lowered himself to lay in bed. The cum glistened on her skin, shining like a chain of pearls. She left it there without any care whatsoever. Adam rested his head on the left side pillow. Salma slid her right arm onto the other pillow. She propped herself on the side, smiling back at him as he gazed into her eyes.

"You look tired but happy."

"That's cause I am. You've completely worn me out, babe. This has been one hell of a night. I'll never forget this as long as I live. Never had this much fun with a woman I just met."

She chuckled at him.

"You've earned your rest. There's just one more thing I want to talk about before I let you fall asleep."

"What's that?"

"Before we got naked, I recall telling you that I was waiting to ask you something."

With her free hand, she raised her index finger. Salma carried on speaking.

"Just one final question."

Her phrasing reminded him of that brief moment. Adam had nearly forgotten about everything that led him to this point.

"You don't forget anything."

Still holding her finger up, Salma nodded in pride.

"Not a single thing."

"Go ahead and ask me the question. I'm ready."

Gazing into his eyes, Salma lowered her finger.

"Would you give your soul to a woman for love?"

Adam smiled, holding himself back from laughter. It was impossible for him to tell if she was serious or not.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means exactly what I said. Look at you, Adam. You can't hide your feelings from me. I can see right through you. You're a man who knows how to perform in the bedroom, but I have to wonder if you're capable of love. Perhaps I should've asked you something else first. Have you ever loved a woman in your life?"

His eyes fell from her face down to the pillow and her arm. Avoiding eye contact showed his nervousness bubbling to the surface of Adam's emotional well being. Salma's questions disturbed the mixture of emotions inside him. She was still a stranger, and this had all been a one night stand. Such questions put him in a bind. He could easily lie to her and burn away the passion of this night. For once in his life, Adam felt it was the right thing to be honest and up front with her about his past.

"I've had a few girlfriends in my life."

"How many is a few?"

"Only two."

"Two, huh? And you're thirty-two years old."

She smiled before continuing.

"You are skilled in bed. I like your style. The way you can last more than a single round with me is enough to know that you've been with more women than just two."

"You're right. I've had hookups, not unlike the one with you tonight."

Her smile faded, giving the impression she didn't enjoy his reply. Adam cared less how rude it sounded. In his spoken truth, he chose blunt words.

"Were you in love with your past girlfriends?"

"I don't know. I didn't know at the time. It was over after a couple of months. They both left. I was sad for a bit but let the feelings go after a while."

"Then you've never loved a woman before."

Salma's reply was cold and to the point. It stung deep within him. Adam couldn't argue with her. The truth hurt. Blinking her eyes at him, she spoke again.

"So, I'm going to ask you a second time. Would you give your soul to love a woman?"

A sigh was heard from his lips, blowing hot breath in her direction.

"If you need time to think, I'll give you a few moments. Just give me a yes or no answer."

There was no point in considering this. Salma had carefully undressed his body and now his heart. Her words brought emotions out of him that he didn't think he had inside. In the end, this was an easy question to answer.

"Yes. Yes, I would give anything to have a woman's love. Even my soul, whatever that is."

He lowered his head towards her stomach, rubbing his face against her skin. Salma placed her hands on his head, gently caressing his hair and cheek. She seemed to know he wanted to sleep cuddled up to her. The last thing he heard was the blankets rustling around him. Salma wiped her neck clean, leaving the cum to stain the bedding. Adam moved his head to her breasts, using them as pillows. Her fingers traced his jawline, running to his ear.

"Think about this feeling as you drift to sleep. Think about true love, Adam..."

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The blurry vision faded into a white light coming from above. Ceiling tiles were divided into squares with light panels in a checkered pattern. The walls were a faded yellow color, matching what was seen in the hallways of the hotel. Adam blinked his eyes, unsure of where he currently was. The room was the shape of a square, devoid of any objects, with beige carpet flooring. A column on the left side was connected from the floor to the ceiling. He glanced down to see the black pair of pants and shoes that belonged with his suit. He was shirtless. That was an odd feeling to be in a room like this without a full outfit of clothes. As he stepped forward, the sound of his footsteps echoed through the large room. The empty environment felt so strange. He tried to remember how he got here in the first place, but Adam's mind went blank. Stepping forward, he passed by a set of yellow walls. The left and right paths led to identical corridors and rooms. It suddenly dawned on Adam that he knew just where he was.



The backrooms. Blank walls, the same faded colors of past years, and those oppressive fluorescent lights illuminating every corner of the square shaped rooms. He didn't know how he had ended up in this place. It felt like purgatory outside of reality. All he could do was pick a path and walk forward. Adam went left into another room, listening to the echoes. When he sighed, even that went on through the walls. He pressed his right hand against the wall, feeling the texture of the decaying wallpaper. After another moment, he walked forward again and turned right. The path led to another desolate room. Down the path led to another branching option. Left or right, it didn't matter. Both hallways led to absolute darkness without a single sound. There was no one there to find him. Something about this place felt familiar. Nonexistent memories flooded his mind as he walked down the right path and into another room.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Adam searched for something. He had nothing on him. His phone and wallet were always kept in the inner pockets of his jacket. But where was his jacket? What happened to his shirt? Adam knew he had to find the rest of his clothes. His first thought was to find a map. Maybe it was tucked away inside his jacket somewhere. As he ran down the hallways into another room, Adam glanced around. The sound waves caused by his movements echoed throughout the corridors and building. The noise multiplied, becoming increasingly sinister the faster he moved. The noises grew, becoming sinister the louder he moved. This only made him feel fearful that something may have been after him. What was lurking in the shadows? It couldn't be a person. There was no one here whatsoever. It had to be something unknown to man. As he stepped down another long corridor, Adam came to a stop. He glanced over his right shoulder, just to make sure no one was following him. Taking a deep breath, he strolled down the passageway and walked into yet another blank room.

Three steps forward into the room, he scanned the walls. Nothing to see or worry about. In the middle of the room was a white object lying on the floor. As Adam drew closer, his shadow loomed across the floor. It was not in the shape of a human. Something much larger in the shape of a beast. Letting out a sigh, he shook his head and turned his attention back to the item on the floor. Moving closer, he came to see it was a white T-shirt. A few wrinkles were in the fabric. Across the shirt was an X drawn in red paint. Adam didn't think anything of this crude art as he slipped it over his head. The shirt fit perfectly. Now that he had some clothes, his mind suddenly went blank. There had to be some way out of this place. The X didn't appear to be a clue of any sort, but it made him feel uneasy. There was something familiar in the scent of the shirt. A strong mixture of perfume and something else he couldn't identify. He grasped the shirt, lifting it to get a good whiff of the red paint, only to be disappointed that he smelled nothing.

The lights suddenly began to fade. One went out from the ceiling, then they all turned off to create darkness. Adam froze in fear. He heard movements of some sort in the shadows. Footsteps, deep voices, and then a crackling laugh. None of the voices sounded familiar. Not knowing where to go or run, he suddenly fell to his knees. Down on the floor, he felt a hard thud. Something was pulling at his arms, but he could see nothing in the pitch black void. There was no way he could fight something that wasn't there. His heartbeat began to rise as he cried out. Everything stopped as he sat on his knees, hanging his head low. He took deep breaths, feeling his arms pulled behind his back. Everything that was black began to fade. Light briefly returned, but not the backrooms. Was this real or a dream? His final thought as he began to awaken from the bizarre nightmare. His knees were spread on the black carpet floor of a moving vehicle. The sound of tires rolling over asphalt and feeling the vibrations through the floor told him he was definitely in a moving car.

"Wake up."

A voice called to him in a thick accent, speaking firmly in control with full authority. Adam's hazy vision concentrated on a pair of female legs crossed together. A pair of high heel pumps covered her feet. When Adam glanced up, he was met with the sight of Salma Hayek sitting in the center of crimson red leather seats. He was in the back of a limousine, positioned on his knees with his arms behind his back. She was wearing the same black dress from last night at the hotel. All the memories came rushing back to him as he gazed at her face. Salma glared at him sternly. As he tried to move his arms, Adam felt metal digging into his wrists. A tiny chain clinked. He was handcuffed behind his back with no way to move.

"Salma, is that you? What the hell is going on!?"

He sighed, struggling in the cuffs. Adam felt defeated, knowing his physical strength couldn't do anything in the steel binds. It was hopeless to keep pulling. Salma's expression remained the same as she began to speak.

"It's no use. You'll just hurt your wrists if you keep trying to fight it."

"What are you doing to me!? Where are we going!?"

Glancing around, he looked to see the right door window. The limo was driving down streets, clearly headed to an unknown place. Adam had no clue where he was at anymore. Salma held all the answers.

"Think back to last night. Remember when I asked you that last question? You said yes to me."

A small grin ran across her lips. It was the same look he remembered seeing many times last night. Only this time, Salma had a better reason to be smiling so joyfully.

"I own you now. You're mine... all mine."

Her reply was a point-blank strike directly into his heart. It made the hair on his arms stand as Adam was shocked at this revelation. Salma was not joking when she asked if he would sell his soul to her. He took a breath, trying to come to terms with the reality of this situation. One thing for sure, he woke up from a terrifying nightmare into an unpleasant new day. Salma uncrossed her legs and slid her right hand towards his chest. As he gazed at her, Adam saw that he was wearing the white shirt from his dream with the same red X. If not Salma, someone else must have dressed him before he awakened. Salma pressed her shoe on his chest, right below his neck. Adam felt the flat tip of the heel poking against his skin under the shirt. She looked into his eyes and spoke again.

"You'll be my slave because I don't think a man like you is worthy of true love. I'm not going to break you completely. I will teach you the meaning of passion first. You will learn to understand obedience through harsh discipline. For now, you'll be my footstool, and at my command, you'll lick the dirt from my feet."

Pressing her heel against his chest, Salma shoved him down on his back. Adam gazed up to see her leaning over him and staring right into his eyes. A small hint of things to come with her true nature coming out.

"Welcome to slavery!"

THE END