"The Bare Challenge Rooms - an escape room experience like no other - is the ultimate group bonding experience. Collaborate with your teammates like you've never done before, and get to know them better than ever."
Jessica read the full blurb - and it sounded absolutely wild - and perfect for her extraordinarily kinky group of friends. After convincing each of them to give it a try, she signed up for her group of five.
They each arrived at a nondescript light industrial unit underneath a railway arch one Sunday evening - Jessica and Sally both arrived on bikes which they locked up in the thoughtfully provided racks outside. They sat on a nearby bench waiting for the others.
Jessica met Sally many years ago. She was the reason Jessica got into the kinky scene in the first place, as Sally was bold enough to discover it and brought her along on the ride. She was confident and extremely sex-positive, and didn't mind sharing her body with strangers - and often volunteered for exhibition bondage sessions. Her figure was well suited to such things, and, as she told Jessica, having people watch her turned her on.
"I'm a bit nervous, but excited. I've never done anything like this before, have you?" asked Jessica.
"Not really, I've never done an escape room. That's probably the more nerve-wracking part for me," replied Sally, thoughtfully.
"... really? Not the ..." said Jessica, somewhat taken aback.
"No - I've volunteered with Don to do demonstrations for lots of the sorts of things we might do. I'm actually fairly comfortable with that sort of thing," said Sally.
"Ah, well it's the opposite for me. Not that I've not, you know, dreamed about it or whatever," said Jessica, slightly blushing.
"Naughty girl," Sally said, patting Jessica on the butt playfully.
Ian, Don and Felicity all arrived together by bus, and walked over to join them at the bench. Jessica met these friends, who were in a polyamourous relationship together, at a fetish sex shop that Don owned when she first moved into town. Don was, unsurprisingly, a dom - whereas Ian and Felicity were both his subs. Felicity was a feisty woman, and fiercely independent. Ian was softly spoken and extremely intelligent. Don was brash and outrageous - and a pretty clear contrast to their personalities. And, they were great fun to be around.
The group now ready, they headed for the door into a small reception area, decorated in a nondescript but modern style.
"Jessica?" asked a smart gothic styled woman at a reception desk. Jessica stepped forwards through the group.
"Yes that's me," Jessica responded, with a little nervous waver in her voice. Don heard the wobble and chuckled silently behind her.
"Great, we're all ready for you, we just need to confirm everyone's consent and preferences you submitted through the website earlier. Here are your printouts, if you could just double check and sign them and we can get started!" said the woman at the desk, handing her a small stack of paper. Each sheet had a name at the top, followed by a few paragraphs of text explaining the various kinds of experiences they may wish to opt into, along with tick boxes. At the bottom, a box for their signature.
Jessica handed them out, trying to be careful to only look at the name and not the contents of the form - she didn't want to get any spoilers for what might be coming next. Each member of the party scanned through the form before signing at the bottom, except for Felicity.
"Sorry, can I change a preference here please?" Felicity asked the lady behind the desk.
"Of course, can you show me which one please?" the woman replied, beckoning her forward.
"Yes, it's just this one - I've changed my mind about it ..." Felicity explained.
"No problem, let me just check - no, that shouldn't be an issue, just cross it off and initial it and that's fine," said the woman, after briefly checking a laptop in front of her.
The last of the forms were handed in - and the woman behind the desk filed them away in a locked filing cabinet, stood up and addressed the group.
"If you'd like to follow me through, we can get started," the woman said, beckoning them through a door at the back of the reception area.
The group filed through the door, into an lobby with five doors, each with a number on them. The woman turned to address them again.
"If you each pick a door, and remember the number - that's your number from now on. Once you're inside, there's a locker for any possessions and your clothes. Once you've undressed, put on the dressing gown and press the green button to let us know you're ready. If you need anything, I'll be in this lobby for now just let me know."
As the woman said the word "undressed", Jessica's heart skipped a beat. Yep, this was really happening alright. She ended up picking door five, as she was a little dazed by the anticipation.
The cubicle was small, and had two doors at either end. As the woman said, there was a portable locker in one corner and a short bench. She sat down, took a deep breath, and started to unlace her shoes. She was nervous and excited in equal measure, and every piece of clothing removed heightened this feeling. After each sock was removed, she felt the cool floor on the soles of her feet. Removing her tights, she felt the wood of the bench on her thighs, then her top, the air against her stomach. Standing up, she finally removed her sports bra and panties, nervously scrunching them together and placing them into the locker, before taking the gray, fluffy dressing gown.
She sat in the dressing gown for a moment, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. She was prepared. She reached over and pressed the green button - and immediately the light in the room turned green.
She sat for a moment on the bench in her dressing gown in the green light, wondering what might come next. After a while the green light began to fade off, leaving her in darkness in the small room. The opposite door opened, and she felt a hand on her wrist.
"Come this way," instructed a voice.
She dutifully stood up and walked as the hand led her - in the pitch black. The floor felt cold on the soles of her feet, and lumpy - like stone. She walked a few paces, and they stopped. She could hear several others in the room with her, she guessed her friends.
