The handle turned abruptly in my hand just as I took hold of it.
Open it swung with such speed and such presence, almost as if it were saying to me, you can do this.
Ok you CAN do this……omg no I can’t.
I froze.
I just stood there trying to adjust to the difference in the dimly lit room from the stark white and bright hall. I blinked a few times but before I could see much a figure appeared suddenly from behind the door, “Umm hello? Are you coming in? Hurry up, we only have a few minutes before he is here!” This must be my handler….they had said I would have a handler in the interview. My guide apparently through all of this unknown…well either a guide or someone to keep me in line it seems more like it by her almost harsh tone.
Ok I’ve got this….1,2,3, annnnd
GO!
Before I could think anything else I stepped over the threshold and the door boomed authoritatively as it closed behind me, then a thick thud was heard as the lock automatically went into place.
Locked from the inside and the outside they had said, but unlocked with a word right? I’m ok, I’m safe, I can leave at any point…I chant this over in my mind and she ushers me forward.
“First time?” She questions abruptly as she turns and walks further into the room as I can hear the tapping of her converse shoes along the tile.
How could she tell? Was I that obvious?
The room, my room, wait…our room?
Omg what am I doing?
I scan around my surroundings. The room is huge! I have never seen such a large high end hotel room. It is stunning, I catch myself gasping as I look around trying to take it all in. There is a large soft looking black leather couch with massive cushioned arm rests on either side of it. The couch is positioned in the middle of the room but off to the left deeper in the room. The couch seems to be a lot taller than average couches but it looks so comfortable.
There is a really tall king size bed right in the middle of the room with so many white sheets and blankets and omg pillows galore at the top. So luxurious looking.
I see a small fur rug on the floor a ways away from the foot of the bed. Why is everything staged in the middle though away from the walls? That’s curious I think as I glance over the room and to the walls and then I see them…..wall to wall, floor to ceiling dark mirrors. Omg are there people behind them already? Am I being watched already. Ohhhh that’s why everything is in the middle!! So you are viewable from all sides.
My stomach could not be flipping more, my heart is even faster, my breathing…I feel like I cannot catch my breath.
“Ok you need to get dressed and fast. Please get your client selected outfit and get dressed….now!” I see her pointing over to the bed.
I snap back into reality and notice a pile of clothing neatly folded on the bed. I rush over to get changed…the cold tile feels like it is spreading a chill over my entire being….it’s so cold I can feel
It coming through my shoes.
My outfit.
It seems laid out from the first thing I put on to the last. I grab the first article of clothing and it is the smallest black lace thong I have ever seen.
“Do you usually get dressed while dressed?” She asks in an almost scoffing type way.
“Oh…ummm no, no of course not.” I manage to stammer out.
Her eye brows raise and her lips purse together and she nods her head as she looks at my clothing as if to say, ok then..get on with it….take it off.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xxof25/the_experience_part_2_fantasy_willing_consensual