A company called “Liberation"

I followed him to the 5* hotel in Hamburg where he was staying and overheard him asking the concierge to book him a ‘companion for the evening. It was clear the concierge knew exactly what he was being asked to do as Pete was a regular at this hotel.

The young lady was booked to arrive at his suite at 7pm however I waited outside the hotel and it wasn’t difficult to spot her arriving. I stopped her and paid her to leave. She wasn’t bothered as she received double her agreed fee.

I then entered the hotel. I was wearing a long leather coat and my face was covered with a mask - as dictated by the local Covid regulations at the time - which saved me sorting out a disguise.

I knew his suite number so I rode the elevator up to the top floor where his penthouse suite was and before knocking on his door I removed the coat and mask.

He opened the door on my second knock and my attire achieved the desired effect. His eyes were on stalks as he took in the extremely tight gingham school girl uniform I was wearing. The skirt was so short it left nothing to the imagination! My hair was tied in pigtails to complete the look. It wasn’t what he had ordered but I knew it was a particular vice of his.

If he noticed I was older than the girl he had booked he didn’t comment, instead he invited me in and offered me a drink from an open bottle of Champagne – there was one dead one and some white powder on the table – this was going to be easier than I expected. Once he had poured me a glass he led me over to the enormous bed.

Before I had even taken a drink he placed one hand on my left breast and the other felt under the skirt.  His approach was clumsy but I had decided to let him have his moment. I put the glass down and after feeling me for a few minutes it was clear he was ready to move straight to what he was paying for.

On the table next to the bed were some red scarves and I allowed him to tie my wrists to the bed head. For the moment I wanted him to feel ‘in control’ and anyway my team would intervene if needed. My research hadn’t prepared me to be assaulted, but fortunately I have endured worse, I would pay him back later!

I cried out, partly in mock pain and partly because his fists actually hurt. He obviously wasn’t bothered about being disturbed by someone calling reception about the screaming coming from his room. I guess another benefit of money.

His frustration ended and I could feel the throbbing pain in my breasts. He had left my face alone which was fortunate for me; probably to ensure when I left the hotel no marks showed. He would pay later!

His rape was equally brutal and short. He pulled his pants down and lay on top of me - there was no foreplay and very little control on his part. At least he used a condom.

Once he was spent he remembered to untie me and I drank more champagne to dull the pain.