She feigns a concerned pout. "Oh sweetness..." Her hands grip Minnie's waist firmly, belt buckle rattling faintly as the leather presses against her.
"You always please me..." Lisa gives a throaty chuckle. "But you won't taste me just yet, not anymore than you did in the car, at least."
She takes a step back and gives a horizontal lash across Minnie's skin. "Stay here. I need to step out and fetch something." She lays the belt gingerly over Minnie's shoulder, then walks across the room to fetch a robe off a chair. She sheds her dress with minimal effort and slips on the robe, before leaving the suite.
It's at least a few minutes before the steady clicking of heels heralds her return down the hallway.
Of course, the rattling of the belt and the thrumming of metal between Minnie's legs would be a much more sure signal.
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