Samantha put the car in park and picked up the card that was sitting on her dashboard. She read the neatly printed address, then looked up at the high rise office complex outside her window. The address was correct; this was the place she was to report to at the time printed on the card.
Samantha paused for a moment, thinking about that crazy night two weeks ago. Every memory of that night on the swing was drenched in a blur of stimulation. She thought about the mysterious offer she had received, recalled meeting her Mistress, and of course, there was the swing. Samantha had been used, teased, filled, and made to cum over and over for an anonymous crowd of strangers and she had loved it. Now she was here, at the address printed on the card her Mistress has given her, to become a fully trained agent of the mysterious Intimate Entertainment, an organization which combines sex with corporate espionage.
As Samantha stepped out of the car and locked it, her heart raced with a mix of nervousness and excitement. She hadn't been told how to dress for this occasion, so she had chosen something cute, but comfortable: a denim skirt which hugged her wide hips and fell just above her rounded knees, paired with a cream colored tank top which showed off her ample cleavage.
As Samantha walked through the doors of the office building the receptionist looked up at her with a bored expression and said "the elevator is on the right," gesturing with a finger before casually returning to her work.
Samantha figured the receptionist must've know she was coming. She walked to the elevator and pressed the call button. As she waited for the doors to open, Samantha's heart pounded in her chest and her mind raced with countless questions.
"How long will I be here?" "What will they make me do?" "Will Mistress be there?"
With a chime, the elevator arrived and the polished metal doors slid open. After stepping into the empty elevator, Samantha looked at the console, not sure which floor to press. Once the doors were closed, however, the elevator started to climb, before Samantha had the chance to push a button. "What have you gotten yourself into, Sam?" Samantha thought as the elevator climbed for what seemed like a long time.
When the doors opened, Samantha could see a foyer, with entirely white walls, and a white floor. The bright fluorescent lights gave the room a sterile glow. The only feature of the room was a smooth, black desk, behind which sat a women dressed in a slim fitted, robin's egg blue dress.
The woman looked up from her computer at Samantha with a warm, tight lipped smile. "Good morning, Ms. Belkin," said the woman in a light, welcoming tone. "You're right on time. Please stand in front of the desk for me and I'll take your photo so we can start working on your ID"
Samantha nodded and walked up to the desk. She looked into the camera perched on top of the woman's computer and smiled, caught off guard by the banality of the whole situation. This was just routine HR stuff, nothing like she'd expected.
"Thank you," said the woman. "Please head into the next room for your examination and we'll get you started!"
The woman pressed a button on her desk and a door at the far side of the room slid open. As she walked through the doors, Samantha wondered what "examination" meant. She figured she wouldn't have to wait long to find out.
The room had pastel green walls, a black leather chair, and a low couch. The room's layout reminded Samantha of a psychiatrist's office from TV shows. Samantha stepped into the room and looked around, taking stock of the situation. In the corner of the room was a cart covered with a sheet. Next to the cart stood a middle aged man dressed in black pants, a white shirt, a dark green tie, and a long white lab coat.
He looked like most of the doctors Samantha had seen on medical tv shows, with mid length black hair, a short beard, and round glasses. "Good morning, Samantha," said the man, extending his hand. "I'm Dr. Hoff; I'll be conducting your entry examination today."
Samantha shook the man's hand, noticing his firm, but gentle grip. "Nice to meet you," she said. "What kind of examination are we doing?"
Dr. Hoff smiled warmly and locked eyes with Samantha. She had the strangest feeling that the doctor was staring into her soul as he answered her.