I wondered if this was still a game, an innocent game of s*x and thrills. It seems I’d stumbled on something much bigger than one man’s fantasy.
Naked as the day I was born, and shivering from the chilly air, I knocked on the door again and waited, finally hearing the shuffle of feet as the woman approached and flung the door wide open.
“Better,” she said in her dull monotone. “Follow me.” She turned, leading me up a short flight of steps and down a corridor. I quickly hung my clothes on a hook near the entrance, where I noticed other women’s clothes were stored. Noting that I wasn’t following close enough, the woman turned back to me, a little annoyed. “You tardy, you get punished.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I quickly made up the distance between us.
The corridor led to a door at the end of the
