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“You know what would really get me going?” I asked. “Take off your dress.”
Her eyes dilated into great big pools of black, ringed with a band of that pale, vivid green. I waited, counting the accelerated heartbeats pounding in my ears, for her to tell me to fuck off. For her to storm away in a huff.
But she just looked hypnotized, reaching up, arms crossed over her chest, to nudge down the glittering black beaded straps that held the dress over her shoulders, letting them slip down and dangle over her arms. Ever so slowly. Eyes dazed, dilated.
Holy shit. She was actually doing it.
The dress just skimmed her body, so without the straps, it fell, snagging for a moment on those tight little nipples… and then slid around her waist, folding down over her hips. Her breasts were small, high and pointed and perfect. Pale, flawless skin. Tight, raspberry red nipples. Goosebumps. Freckles. She was shivering, shoulders back, chin up. Eyes glassy and wide. She looked… aroused.
Or at least, I would have sworn her excitement was genuine. But my judgment was suspect, after being locked in this fucking place for so long. Who knew.
It took me a while to remember how to speak. I coughed a few times, to clear the blockage. “There are three possibilities,” I said. “Scenario one, this is some sneaky, next-level technique to get inside my head. It won’t work. Scenario two, I’m about to die, and this is the closest you can come to a mercy fuck. If it’s that, then why not go all the way? Open the glass. Take off the dress. Turn around. Bend over.”
She looked shocked. “But I’m not a?—”
“Then there’s scenario three. You’re a hallucination, so you can walk right through the glass and fuck me senseless. What’ll it be, Red? Which scenario?”
Her hands rose up, covering her perfect little tits. “I can’t open this glass.”
I let out a sigh of regret. So my psychotic break was not destined to play out in the way that I craved. It was too good to be true. No surprise there. “So it’s scenario one, then,” I said. “Fuck off, Red.”
The long, fiery ringlets swayed as she shook her head. “It’s none of the above,” she whispered. “It’s scenario four.”
“What’s four?”
“We’re both prisoners. I didn’t choose this dress, this situation, this timing. He’s playing with both of us. But I don’t want you to die. Or to be hurt. Really. Please.”
I pondered that as I stared at the perfect details of her glowing body. The curve at her hip, the fabric draped around her sinuous curves. She looked as soft as the petals of a white rose. I wanted to tear that filmy fabric away. Feel the warmth of her, the dips and curves and shadowed swells, the hidden female bits. I wondered how her mouth tasted. Her pussy. Probably hot, sweet. “So you’re, what? A bird in a gilded cage?”
She let out a sharp laugh. “More like a monkey in a lab. A hamster on a wheel.”
“That’s real sad, babe, but I hope you’re not asking me to feel sorry for you.”
“I don’t need your fucking sympathy! I’m just telling you the truth!”
“You’re flaunting your tits,” I said. “So either you’re fucking with my head or your boss is. We’re done, Red. Put your dress on and go.”
Red was just opening her painted lips to speak when an incredible thing happened. The glass block started to hum and grind. The glass shifted under my splayed hands as the heavy transparent slab began retracting into the wall.
At the same time, the lock of the outside door at the far end of the corridor, the one through which she had come, snapped shut with a loudclick.
Locking her in here… with me.
Red’s eyes were wide with shock. The wall slid fast on its well-oiled tracks. In less than five seconds, it had completely retracted, and we stood there, inches apart.
I could smell her. Her hair, her skin. Her soap and shampoo. Warm and sweet and flowery. Intensely female. Everything I’d imagined… times infinity.
I got slammed by all that sensory input right when the realization hit me. This wasn’t scenario three. If Red were a hallucination, she wouldn’t look so terrified.
If this were my fantasy, she’d smile seductively and advance on me. She’d knock me down onto the cot and swing one of her long, gorgeous legs over me. She’d be naked under the dress, ready to sink right down right onto my stiff, aching cock, take me inside in one seamless thrust, and ride me hard into mindless oblivion, those sweet, tight-tipped perfect breasts shaking, every stroke a wet, tight, suckling caress on my dick. She’d stop only to let me reposition her, to see every inch, try every angle. Top, bottom, from behind, on the side, against the wall. All her secret places, slick and hot and flushed. Spread open, laid bare, plundered, pleasured.
But no. She looked fucking petrified.
Which negated also scenario two, the mercy fuck. If this was her devious plan, why so shocked? She was trembling. Her lips colorless under the stain of makeup.
“Are you out of favor with him?” I asked her. “Is he punishing you for something? Throwing you in here like a live mouse into a snake’s cage?”
“Maybe.” She backed away, giving the nearest camera a panicked glance. “Except that I’m, uh, not a mouse.”
