Catallena opens the door to Room 1307 after being disappointed by the other rooms on the floor being empty. She is delighted to see Leah sitting on the bed, cuffed hand and foot.
“Well, hello there, cutie pie!”
“Umm…hello.”
“Oh, don’t be shy. I’m with the cleaning service. Looks like you are a bit stuck. Do you need any help?”
“Umm…no. No, I…”
Catallena crawls seductively onto the bed.
“Of course, of course. I get it. You’re all cuffed up for your customer! But how would you like to come with me instead, dearie? I could use a nice secretary-type as part of my collection. I love your outfit. Very conversative. I wonder what you are hiding under there?”
Leah is wondering what is taking so long for Charlotte and Rosalie to come out and grab Catallena. They are eavesdropping while peaking out into the room, enjoying the show as Catallena stalks the awkward Leah.
“Oh my. Look at the state of your skirt! So badly wrinkled! We’d better get that off you so it can be pressed.”
Leah’s mind begins to race. She wonders if she has been set up.
Catallena grabs onto Leah’s skirt and begins to tug, pulling it down over the legs. The force of Catallena pulling on the skirt tips Leah backwards onto the bed, making it easier to pull it over her cuffs.
“There! Now that’s better, isn’t it! We’ll need to hold onto this for your mannequin later.”
Catallena doesn’t notice that Rosalie and Charlotte and silently approaching from behind.
(... )
Catallena searches the room. She finds a curious looking piece of furniture folded up in the closet. She rolls it out to the bigger space in entryway where the physical confrontation occurred. She then surveys the carnage around the room. Unconscious bodies galore! Leah begins to stir on the bed.
“Well, well, well! The bait is a little hardier than I had figured! Come back to me my pretty little librarian. See what has become of your adopted family members. Hmm…”
Catallena searches the room, finally finding the keys to the cuffs the O’Learys had placed on Leah’s wrists and ankles. She removes the shackles. Leah is cautious, but thankful. She wallows on the bed, clutching her head with her newly freed hands.
“I’m surprised you don’t have a perfect outline of the sole of my foot on your face. I fuckin’ nailed you!”
“Uuuuuuuuh.”
While Leah slowly recovers, Catallena unfolds the wooden piece of furniture. It is some kind of kinky table that has three holes. They look perfect for a head and two arms. She climbs on top and poses while Leah looks on.
“What do you think about this bit of fun? The hotel is AWESOME! I wish that I could spend more time here, but I think I’ve overstayed my welcome and it is time to make my getaway. Hey, I mentioned that I liked your clothes earlier. Stand up and give them to me.”
“C’mon! No need to be shy. I’ve seen it all before. Gimmie your clothes!”
While she waits on Leah, Catallena drags Rosalie’s limp body over to the kinky table, laughing as she slides her head and arms in before latching it closed.
“Now that’s a view! Hey, c’mon now! I haven’t got all day to wait around for you to strip!”
Leah slowly steps off the bed. She looks beggingly at Catallena, but this has no impact. She pulls her sweater off and hands it to Catallena, who pulls it on immediately.
“A little tight, especially around the chest area. Sorry, hun, looks like I’ve stretched it out a bit. Take off those tights and toss them on the bed.”
While Leah peels off her tights, Catallena pulls on the skirt she pulled off Leah a while ago and slips on Rosalie’s flats. She’s now fully clothed for an escape. Leah tosses her tights onto the corner of the bed.
“Well, look at you! Aren’t you just the cutest! Lilac bra and panties to match your skirt. Even some matching shiny purple nail polish! You spend way too much time color coordinating. And look at where it has gotten you. Standing here, cowering in your undies.”
Leah does not say anything.
“Look at your friend here. Isn’t that funny? Just wait until she wakes up! Now how are we going to keep you quiet…”
