"Sounds just about perfect to me."

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"Okay," you stammer. "Let's go." and Mac grins. His rough hands squeeze your ass again.

"Ah," Mac says, squeezing your ass a little harder until you let out a little moan. "Your ass is doing the thinking, isn't it, boy?"

You blush and nod. He's so masculine - his pockmarked face and thick and hairy body - not to mention how blunt he is.

He keeps squeezing your ass with one hand all the way down the stairs. At the front door, the bouncer gives you an amused smirk in passing, and you feel your face heat up again.

Mac's hand is withdrawn when you get to his car and you slide into the passenger seat. You're wound up and rock hard in your pants, and Mac grins at you as you do your seatbelt up. The drive to the hotel isn't long - it's a fairly nice place, the kind that has a conference room attached - you remember Mac saying he was here for a conference. You both move quickly through the lobby, and into the elevator. Just as the doors are about to close, a handsome, well-dressed man and his family dash towards the elevator.

"Hold the door!" The man calls out, as he, his attractive middle-aged wife, and two children run towards you, comically dragging their luggage. You can't help notice that the man's boyishly cute, young teenage son -- maybe 14 or 15 at the most -- is staring wide-eyed at Mac, an mistakable look of fear and arousal in his eyes.

Mac ignores them completely, allowing the doors to shut right in their faces.

As soon as the doors close and Mac presses his floor, Mac grabs you again, and this time his hand slides down the back of your pants and his finger probes into your hole. You moan, and he covers your mouth with his other hand as his finger pushes into you.

"Oh boy," Mac says, his thick eyebrows high with amusement. "I'm gonna ruin you for other men."

The doors open, and Mac marches you down the hallway, releasing your ass again as he uses the keycard to open his hotel room door. He opens it and you step in ahead of him, looking around at the decent hotel room. There's a large bed, and a suitcase is on the floor beside it. On top of the suitcase... You blink. You reach down and pick up the belt, which is made of thick black leather. It has a few pouches on it, one of which holds thick strips of plastic that look like oversized bag ties, and has a holster loop inside which there's a long black baton.

You turn around. Mac has stepped inside and closed the door. He stands there with his arms crossed, grinning at you in a lewd way.

"I'm a prison guard," Mac says. "Conference is for prison security."


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