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Tracey was finally relieved to get off work and head home. She just needed to clock out and she could leave the resort for a nice relaxing night. As she traded off with the night desk girl, her manager approached her.

“Hey,” he said, “I hate to ask this, but would you mind helping that guest go take his luggage to his room?”

He pointed to a man in the lobby in a wheelchair. Tracey sighed. She couldn’t say just say no.

She grabbed his bags and led him to the elevator. The man was older, late-30s, and incredibly polite with a slight southern accent. Tracey found him to be very charming.

When they got to the room, the man asked her to unpack some of his bags for him. She didn’t see why not. She placed one of the bags on the bed and opened it. She found the bag full of ropes, a gag, plugs, clamps, vibrators, and various other toys.

“That’s all for you, young lady,” the man in the wheelchair said. “Would you mind bringing that rope over here.”

Tracey was annoyed. She didn’t expect the manager would have her on this duty tonight. She wasn’t going to argue, though. She had know it was part of the job when she started working for this resort. She wouldn’t have to put up with it one day when she worked her way up the ladder.

“And could you struggle and beg a lot?” the man in the wheelchair said. “I quite like that a lot.”