The hotel room was sparse, but not really bad. The only thing in the room was a bed and a single small table that doubled as a night stand. There was a cordless phone on the stand and a small, very dim lamp. The overhead lights weren’t working, but Miki’s eyes adjusted faster now that it was dark outside.

Ivan stripped off to his shirt, and went to use the restroom. She could see inside the door as he undid his pants. They fell far enough that she could see he wasn’t wearing underwear, but shook that off. She had no intentions of getting in bed with him. So why did she look?

That’s when things started to go off script.

She received a very broken message on her com link that she couldn’t quite make out. There was something about a traffic accident? They were more than 10 minutes away.

Oh, crap!

Miki had poured herself a glass of water while Ivan was using the toilet, and as he came out, she offered him the bottle of vodka. He shook his head and pointed at the bed.

“But my darling,” she said in Russian. “I have not had as much to drink as you have. That’s not fair!”

He shrugged his shoulders and took the bottle from her, nearly draining it in one pull. She sipped her water, and then thought better of it. It tasted like liquid gold since she had not had anything substantial to drink in so long. She gulped it down, to Ivan’s approval. His grin nearly touched his ears on either side.

Ivan started to undo his pants and she reached out and put her hand on top of both of his to stop him.

“Me first,” she cooed, “You watch.”

He smiled again and sat down on the bed.

The com link chimed in again. They were still more than five minutes out.

She grimaced a bit and hoped he hadn’t seen her do it.

Her mind was racing. How do I do this? She decided to do a strip tease; a very slow strip tease…

She turned her back to him and lowered the right shoulder on her dress a bit. She turned to look at him, and he had laid himself on the bed and was stroking his crotch through his pants. She wanted to gag again, but instead she turned away from him. She could only make out his shadow on the wall. There were no mirrors in the room, and the window had been painted flat black.

She closed her eyes, but tried to stay aware of her surroundings. With slow gyrations of her hips she let the dress fall to just above her cleavage and went into a long, purposeful pirouette. Ivan grunted his approval, and she could hear him shift on the bed.

Miki suddenly sensed something was wrong. She opened her eyes and was startled that he was against her, breathing huskily into her hair. A small shriek escaped her. How could she let him get that close? He put his huge hands firmly around her biceps, picked her up, and spun her toward the bed. Terror suddenly overwhelmed her as she looked into his eyes, which were filled with lust and determination.

The big man pushed her onto the bed and fell on top of her. He began to kiss her face and neck. She turned her face away and had her eyes and mouth closed hard. She stiffened when he pulled her dress down and put his mouth on her right nipple. He suddenly stopped and she opened her eyes to look at him.

“What is it? Why are you acting like you don’t want this?” He growled in Russian.

Maybe because I don’t you big, foul excuse for a human being!

“I—I like to take my time. You move too fast for me.” She managed to say. She gasped for air and he realized he had his entire weight on her and he got off of her, snapping his pants close again.

She was shaking now, and as she began to lift herself up off the bed, her hand came down on something familiar. Something that could end her life if it was discovered: her com link had come out when he threw her on the bed. She palmed it and tucked it between her fore and index finger as she stood.

“Ok, we will do things your way this time.” His speech was more slurred, and even in Russian, he was getting hard to understand.

Miki could feel the com link vibrate as something was being said over it, but she had no idea how she would get it back in her ear.

Ok, you want to do things my way?

Miki managed a weak smile and put her arms out to welcome him. He moved in with his arms open wide and a smile on his face. She wiped that smile right off with a quick knee to the groin.

Damn this tight dress! That kick wasn’t hard enough!

But he did pitch over in pain, and she followed up with a round house to the side of his head. He staggered, but kept coming toward her.

“You bitch! What is wrong with you? I am going to kill you!” He stammered in Russian as he moved toward her.

Miki’s instincts took over in full tilt. She hated her father during the endless hours of martial arts training she had to endure. But she swore if she survived this, he would get a big kiss.

She side stepped him and delivered another round house to his abdomen. It hurt her when she made contact, and she wondered if it did anything to him. His sudden lurch downward told her it did.

He reached out with a giant claw to grab her. She latched on to his wrist and gave it a twist. Planting her thumb on the back of his hand, she bent it toward his shoulder, locking the arm. A slight inward pressure and upward jolt, and she felt the crackle in the elbow, and saw the shoulder dislocate. Ivan cried out in pain, but the big Russian was getting up again. As he rose to his feet, she swiftly brought the arm over her head and in a circular motion she flipped him onto the floor with a loud thud.

If I had a nickle for ever time a woman told me to get lost, I could buy Manhattan.