Mystery Master

Anonymous Comfort

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That was how that night found me standing at the back entrance to a gym in London a stones throw from Covent Garden. The gray metal door was highlighted by a single fluorescent bulb which hung over the entrance. All sorts of people in masks came up to that daunting metal door.

On the piece of paper, it said that you had to wear the mask coming and going and no one should see your face. So I stood there, the hood of my coat pulled to cover my masked face as I stared at those well-dressed individuals in their expensive skirts and immaculately tailored suits. My brows furrowed as I slowly walked towards the door. I was determined. I can do this, I won't chicken out. There would be no judging, no one would know.

Swallowing, I opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit back room. On the far wall were two doors, one said Men and the other Women. I stepped through the door that said women and into the fluorescent lights of the locker room. There were rows, upon rows, of white lockers with bright shiny locks. I undressed quickly and stuffed my things into a locker, carefully checking the number—five sixteen. My fingers fumbled with the zipper of my skirt as I stripped down completely and stared at myself in the mirrors. I looked like something out of a bad porn, even with the knee high boots I had borrowed from my cousin. Running my fingers through my long dark hair I headed out of the door that lead to the Gym.

On the other side what I saw was a surprise. I hadn't expected it to be so... lavish. The machines were all pushed to the side and the place was lit with candles that cast a dull glow over everything, and everyone.

There were a good forty people there beside myself, all nude, and all surveying each other like a piece of meat with a glass of wines in their hands. There were tables set up here and there throughout the room that had condoms, food and several bottles of wine, champagne and beer on them. There were also couches everywhere and the windows had a thick black film over them so no one could see in.

I approached a table and picked up a glass of red wine and looked at the food on the table, cream puffs and something which looked to me suspiciously like caviar. I opted out of the food and sipped my glass of wine as I walked about the room trying my hardest not to stare at anyone. It took a few glasses of wine, but after a while I was comfortable with everything enough to wander around to the second floor. Apparently, the second floor was where they had aerobics classes during the day. The rooms were transformed to little strip clubs, which didn't surprise me strip-aerobics was popular even in the states.

However, there were also a few rooms set up that had mattresses on the floor. 'Shy room' followed by a number was written on the door of a few rooms. It was roaming around on the second floor when I had my first and only proposition.

He was tall, roughly average build and yet, he was fairly defined with a few tattoos on his chest. In his hand was a champagne flute, and in the lighting his short cropped hair looked dark. His hair, however, didn't concern me as much as his mouth did. He had gorgeous lips, and in my mostly drunken stupor I blatantly stared at those generous, kissable lips. At first, he simply stared back at me, but the heat behind those eyes made my pulse rise in my throat, and my mouth grow dry as between my thighs started to moisten. My knees pressed together as I felt my body spring to life at the prospect of having sex with this beautiful stranger. It was thrilling, to know just what was going through his mind as he stared at me. It frightened me as much as it delighted me to know for certain that as he stared at me he was thinking of having me, tasting my body...the feel of being inside me. I had never done anything like it before and as he approached me that thread of fear that wove its way through me along with the pleasure made my dark eyes widen as he neared.