"Paul...but you can call me Sir." He retorts, pinching her firm ass cheek. But her hand did wrap around his own waist, letting her feel his toned and firm torso for the first time. His hand on her ass caressed it a little as they walked. But they didn't go to the public elevator - no, he bypassed it to the private one, where two security guards stood.<br/><br/>Their faces were immobile as they rang the bell for him, so its doors opened as he approached with his catch of the night. The gold-plated elevator opened up for them and he led her inside. He turned with her to face the doors as they closed, and broke his demeanor once the doors shut and the elevator started up.<br/><br/>He pushed her hard against the wall of the elevator, one hand closing around her throat. The other brazenly slid up her flat stomach and groped one of her breasts. "So...I think you know where this is going. You're coming upstairs and you're going to fuck you debt off on my cock. If you misbehave, well, I have some well paid muscle who'd love to have a go at a girl like you. Satisfy me, and I'll consider the debt paid. Otherwise...well...you know. Understand?"