Michael sat across from her in a large club chair smiling. Her crew had found a camera and a small recorder that sat on the cocktail table between them. When he was sure everyone was gone, he stood up, walked over to the door of hotel suite and locked it. He turned around, smiled at Kendra, and went over to the couch. He sat down next to her putting his arm around the back of the couch where she was sitting and edged closer.
“Thank you, Kendra. Now take off your panties,” he said.