{"id":18470,"date":"2025-02-24T06:14:14","date_gmt":"2025-02-24T13:14:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/riwaslibrary.com\/story\/?p=18470"},"modified":"2025-02-24T06:14:14","modified_gmt":"2025-02-24T13:14:14","slug":"the-client","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/riwaslibrary.com\/story\/?p=18470","title":{"rendered":"The client"},"content":{"rendered":"

I was ready to call it an evening when my boss came in and told me I had one more client. He handed me a slip of paper with the address on it. He said this guy was valuable and that we didn\u2019t want to lose him as a customer.<\/span><\/p>\n

I looked at the address. Then I saw the amount of money involved. I could not help sputtering, \u201cTwenty thousand? For one night?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s right, Marlene. Now don\u2019t screw this one up or he\u2019ll go elsewhere.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat the hell does he want me to do?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019d better damn well do anything he asks!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s not gonna make me crawl around on all fours like a dog like that one client, is he?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, this one doesn\u2019t have that kind of fetish. You should have no problem satisfying him. I\u2019m told it\u2019s an easy request. There\u2019ll be a nice commission for you if you pull this off. Now get going.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOk \u2013 ok; I\u2019m going already!\u201d Then I gathered up my jacket and the keys to my car before I left.<\/span><\/p>\n

—<\/span><\/p>\n

The client was all business when I got there. The first thing he wanted me to do was take all my clothes off. I know better than to antagonize them, so I didn\u2019t give him a snarky reply.<\/span><\/p>\n

He wanted me to leave my heels on. So he was that kind of guy, eh? I figured I could handle that.<\/span><\/p>\n

After I\u2019d undressed I gave him a show, twisting and turning while letting him see everything I was packing. \u201cYou\u2019ll do,\u201d he replied. Then he motioned\u2026 \u201cInto the bedroom, honey.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I went right in. But I skidded to a stop when I saw it. At the end of the bed the bastard had a noose dangling above a cushioned footstool. A set of handcuffs were lying on top of the damned thing.<\/span><\/p>\n

I looked at him in astonishment. He just crawled into bed. Then he motioned\u2026 \u201cWell? Get on with it!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGet on with what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve got a brain, ain\u2019t\u2019cha? You mean you can\u2019t figure it out?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou really want me to stick my neck in that noose?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m paying you a lot, ain\u2019t I?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t spend it if I\u2019m dead!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDid I say I wanted you to hang to death?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou mean you plan on taking me down from here after I put on a\u2026 dance for you?\u201d I was leery as hell.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAll I want you to do is dance in mid-air. Is that too much to ask?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy the noose?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt will help with your performance. Trust me; I\u2019ve seen other girls do the same thing. So are you climbing onto that stool? Or am I sending you back empty-handed?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAll right \u2013 all right; I\u2019m going!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I seriously thought about telling him what he could do with his noose before getting dressed and leaving. But I knew that would anger my boss. He would fire me on the spot and then replace me with some other bimbo. At thirty-six, I knew there were a lot of younger bitches who would be more than willing to replace me.<\/span><\/p>\n

I picked up the handcuffs before tentatively climbing onto the stool. I looked at the noose for a couple of moments before deciding it would have to go on next. I wouldn\u2019t be able to noose myself if I cuffed my hands first.<\/span><\/p>\n

I looped the noose around my neck. I didn\u2019t know any better, so I slipped the knot behind my head. Then I cuffed one wrist before moving my arms behind my back to finish the job.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was a little late to be thinking about such things when I nervously asked, \u201cYou got keys for these things, don\u2019t you?\u201d I hefted my arms behind my back, indicating my cuffed wrists.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRight there,\u201d he replied, motioning at the end table. I thought I saw a set of keys sitting there.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat now?\u201d I wanted to know.<\/span><\/p>\n

He was surprised. \u201cYou mean you haven\u2019t done this before?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s my first time,\u201d I replied sarcastically, trying to curb my tongue.<\/span><\/p>\n

I wanted to give him another snotty remark. But there was always the possibility he might not pay me the agreed-upon amount. I also needed him in a decent mood to get me down from here once the \u201cdancing\u201d part was over.<\/span><\/p>\n

I stood there panting for breath. Then I began sweating profusely. My nipples were incredibly hard, which made me wonder if that was the reason why he liked seeing women in the noose.<\/span><\/p>\n

He looked at me impatiently. \u201cWell? How long do I have to wait?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t stop myself from blurting out, \u201cOk \u2013 ok; I\u2019m going.\u201d Then I winced inwardly. Had I just ruined the tip I hoped he would pay me for a job well-done?<\/span><\/p>\n

I stepped off the stool. The rope immediately took up my weight. Instinctively I tried to regain the damned thing, but it had fallen out of reach.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDance!\u201d he demanded. And so I danced. I didn\u2019t exactly have much of a choice. The noose hurt like fire, and it made my legs take on a mind of their own.<\/span><\/p>\n

I kicked and struggled like a marionette. The noose slowly tightened as I twisted and turned. The more I struggled, the tighter it became.<\/span><\/p>\n

I began to rasp for breath as I twisted in place. My chest heaved from lack of air. My legs just kept kicking, totally out of my control.<\/span><\/p>\n

I soon reached the point where I\u2019d had enough. \u201cHelp[!\u201d I rasped. \u201cGet be\u2026 doww\u2026 cah\u2019t\u2026 breee\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t move a single muscle to get out of bed. \u201cNot yet, honey. Your dance ain\u2019t finished yet.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Shit! When was it going to be finished?? That\u2019s when it suddenly hit me\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Instinctively I started kicking harder as I swung back and forth. I tried reaching for the stool, but it was still out of reach and no help at all. A moment later my cunt squirted from an orgasm I never would have thought possible.<\/span><\/p>\n

I rotated in place as I swung back and forth. I kept rasping for breath. But I was getting less and less air down my constricted windpipe.<\/span><\/p>\n

My torso began to thrust in his direction. It was shameful and humiliating. But he sure seemed to like it.<\/span><\/p>\n

I squirted a second, more powerful orgasm. Then I tried to take a really big breath as exhaustion set in. But I couldn\u2019t get any air down my windpipe.<\/span><\/p>\n

My mind screamed for him to take me down. He just lay there in bed, thoroughly enjoying my performance. I could feel my face turning red from lack of oxygen.<\/span><\/p>\n

I finally settled down. I no longer had the strength to kick. I was barely conscious, hoping like hell he would climb out of that damned bed of his and take me down. But he never moved a muscle.<\/span><\/p>\n

His sick, twisted grin was the last thing I laid eyes on before consciousness was strangled right out of me. At least I wasn\u2019t aware of the moment my bladder gave way. That would have been even more humiliating had I still been alive to feel it.<\/span><\/p>\n

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