This story's about a girl named Brooke who works at a restaurant trying to pay off her student loan debt that she accumulated while trying to become a doctor, but ultimately didn't work out.
She's 21 years old, blonde curly locks, with an average build, handful of breasts with a good bounce to them, and an ass that wasn't the best but fit that in some tight jeans, and she would look like a decent girl you wouldn't mind picking up at a bar.
Being born in a very religious christian family, Brooke never had a proper boyfriend, other than a few kisses and make-outs during her high school. Visiting the church every Sunday, and the values instilled in her from childhood about not committing a sin, kept her life shallow until she decided to leave her family and live by herself.
Now, it's been three years since she left her parents, and her academic future didn't work out either because she failed her exams. Trying to keep her dignity and avoid showing up at her parents door, she now works hard everyday, barely getting any time for social life, boyfriends, gyms, or anything to alleviate her life.
Brooke also has a small Instagram business where she makes custom hand-sewn stuff on request such as bookmarks, coasters, pouches, bags, pillow covers etc. She comes home from work, immediately going online to check her messages on social media for orders, works on them, and forces herself to sleep, occasionally masturbating once every few weeks, just to get the buildup of itch out of her body.
The story starts from one fateful or cursed evening, depending on the way you look at it, as she's about to get off her shift.
"BROOKE! CAN YOU HELP FOR A SEC!"
"YEAH, COMING!" I said, walking back into the kitchen, seeing Jennie cleaning the hard grease on the grill. "What is it?"
"Matt invited me on a date today, but this STUPID THING IS TAKING FOREVER TO CLEAN!" She said, slamming the scrubber on it in frustration. "Can you just take over from here? I'll completely miss the date and won't be able to get ready."
"Seriously? I just got off work, Jen... It's like 6 pm, you could still make it on time!"
"No, I need time to shave all the hair off me. He's taking me to this really nice restaurant and then to a bar. I SWEAR the way he asked me,
*blushes*
he's gonna go wild on me tonight!"
"Can't you ask Cory?"
"Nah, he's mean, unlike you. Come on! Pretty pleaseeee?" She asked, pouting and batting her eyelashes.
"Fine..."
"Muaaah! You're the best!" She said, planting a long kiss on my cheek, leaving it wet with her saliva as she took off her apron and walked out.
I shook my head in disbelief, wondering why I even agreed, as I wiped off her saliva from my cheek. Focusing on cleaning the grill, I stood there, sweat dripping off my face, my hands working hard, while I was just lost in my thoughts.
"Jen's gonna have sex with her new boyfriend, while I'm scrubbing her mess here... Gosh, everyone around me has tons of boyfriends, had sex countless times and I'm still a virgin.
I don't really feel the need to have sex, orgasming doesn't even feel that much good, it's just a few seconds of nice feeling. But Jen says sex feels way better than just masturbating, but would it really?
Well, first I gotta get a boyfriend before I start worrying about that. It's not like guys would be lining up to have sex with me right away. I mean, they do look at me a lot whenever I'm working the tables, and they even keep flirting a lot, but that's just teasing right? They do it for fun and not actually are interested?
Gosh, my brain's a mess... Okay... I gotta stop getting scared and doubting everything, and just try once. So, I'll just flirt back for once, and see if it goes anywhere. Just shaving off two hours working at night for Gym wouldn't hurt either."
With the grill finally clean, I wiped the sweat off my face, removed the apron and went inside the bathroom. I started washing my face, looking at my still dirty and greasy hair in a messy bun.
Turning to the side and standing up on my toes, I started checking myself out in the mirror. I wasn't fat or much chubby at least, but the lack of exercise definitely made my body look just plain boring.
"Jen has such a tight butt though and mine's all saggy. I doubt if men even want to see mine. No, this is stupid, why am I even thinking all this? I should just focus on working hard, or I'll never be able to recover from this debt."
As I started walking out the restaurant, I noticed a paper on one of the tables.
"Maybe some customer left it? Regardless, I gotta throw that in the trash either way..."
I walked towards the table, as the paper got more visible, and I realised it was some advertisement.
Is your life a mess? Trapped in an eternal debt? We give you a chance to win ONE BILLION DOLLARS!
"Funny... So many scams these days..."
I thought, picking up the paper, immediately realising that it's wet. I turned it over to read more about it.
If you wish to participate, the only thing you have to do is smell this paper.
"Huh? Smell it? Isn't it just wet with water?"
I thought and just out of curiosity I brought the paper close to my nose and inhaled.
"Mmmmhhh..." I gasped, inhaling the soothing scent from it. It was unlike any perfume or fragrance I smelled yet, it was making my mind go crazy. All I wanted was to smell more of it. I kept the paper pressed against my nose tightly, inhaling everything from the paper.
I had my eyes closed, an excitement running through my body, yet calming my mind, as I got lost in the bliss. Everything went dark, my mind just seeing beautiful colors, and calming things, as I lost the feel of my body entirely.
Brooke lost consciousness, passed out in a blissful sleep, until she woke up in a strange room.
Room 1 : The forbidden game...
"Hmmm-ahhh..." I moaned, my eyes still closed, lying peacefully, feeling like I had the best sleep of my lifetime. I slowly opened my eyes, expecting to see my small room, but was greeted with a very big spacious room.
"Huh? Where am I?" I asked myself, shaking off the drowsiness, as I got up, realising I was asleep on a stone bed. I looked around the room, the walls were made of the same grey colored stone as the bed. A soothing blue light was coming all the edges of the room. The rest of the room was entirely empty with nothing but smooth stone walls.
I got off the bed, still in the same clothes as when I was leaving work, but without my shoes. Then I remembered about the paper with the intoxicating smell. Even thinking about that smell, made my mind start going back to that feeling. I shook my head, resisting the feeling and started looking around the room.
Everything was cold and empty with smooth textured stone walls. A door-like frame formed out of the same blue light was on the front wall. I walked to it, trying to push the stone as it had no door handle.
"HELLO! ANYONE CAN HEAR ME? WHAT IS THIS PLACE?" I yelled, my own voice echoing back to me in the room. I took a step back from the door, seeing a folded paper on the ground, blended with the same color as the floor.
I picked it up and started reading it out loud, "Hello. Thanks for becoming a part of our game. You will win a billion dollars if you're able to make it out of this facility... What the fuck? What is this nonsense!"
I continued reading further, "Your only task is to figure out each room, and fulfill the conditions to open the door, getting you closer to your goal. There are eight rooms to go through. Think carefully before solving any rooms, as one wrong move might make it unsolvable, leaving you trapped here for eternity. Good luck!"
"IS THIS A PRANK?...HELLO?" I yelled around the room, hearing no voice or anything at all. I was now starting to feel really scared, being alone in the giant room, with nowhere to go.
"Okay, calm down Brooke! They said it's a game right? I just have to solve it like a puzzle..." I said to myself, as I took a deep breath and looked down to my feet. Right in front of the door, I was standing on an outlined tile with faint red light glowing around it.
I took a step back, seeing the light turn off, but it had a symbol of a girl on it in the centre. I looked around the room and found four more such tiles at each corner of the room, with different symbols on each of them. Each corner tile had a symbol of clothing on it, a shirt, a pant, a bra, and a panty.
Each corner tile would glow red whenever I stepped on it, which I assumed meant I was solving it wrong. I thought for a moment, before slowly unbuttoning my shirt, and removing it from my body.
I placed the shirt over the matching tile, and it immediately started glowing green. I gulped, realising what I had to do to get out of this room. I had to get naked.
I silently looked around again in fear, trying to think of any other way. I temporarily took my shirt to put it over the pants tile, and it glowed red, confirming that I couldn't cheat my way out by tearing the shirt in four pieces.
"Oh god... do I really have to get naked in this room? Shouting seems to have no use, and I'm starting to feel thirsty. I just hope there's no one in the other room..."
Hesitantly, I peeled off my pants and put them on the tile, doing the same thing with my bra and panties. I stood naked in the room with all four corner tiles glowing green and the tile in front of the door glowing yellow.
"Oh god it feels so embarrassing... standing like this in such a big room... If there are any hidden cameras, they would've seen my naked body..."
Covering myself, with my arm on both nipples, and my other hand covering my crotch, I stepped on the tile. It glowed red again, making me feel confused. Something was still wrong, as I looked at the Cross necklace I was still wearing, given by my mom.
I took off the necklace as well, throwing it away, as if I threw away my morals, standing naked as the tile finally glowed green. Immediately, spikes came out from the sides of the tile I was standing on, caging me in, as the door in front of me opened, leaving me no choice but to walk forward naked.
"Oh gosh... why's this happening to me? Is it because I smelled that paper?" I said, walking through the narrow passage, looking around.
"AHH!" I exclaimed, as suddenly, liquid started spraying from all around, rinsing me, with heavy concentration around my crotch, the liquid going into every crevice of my body. I knew it wasn't water because of the way it felt and how it smelled similar to the paper.
