"How did I get here?" I asked myself.
Of course, the answer was easy: I'm a broke-ass idiot. When I saw an advertisement for an experimental study where each participant would be paid five-hundred dollars if they were chosen, well, I jumped on it. The initial interview and selection process was surprisingly... physical. I suppose I should have expected something like that from the Institute of Sex and Attraction, but I didn't.
There was, of course, a brief mental evaluation, but the majority of the process involved me showing off my body. I mean, I work hard on it, so I'm not terribly shy about showing it off, but usually I'm not sitting in an empty white room, fluorescent lights humming above me, with three women in white lab coats staring dispassionately at my naked body. Plus, I've never taken a nude photo before, so when they did it was a bit weird and unexpected.
I guess they liked what they saw, though, because I was selected. The second part of the process was also weird, but it was much more enjoyable for me. I was given a small binder filled with naked pictures of thirty-two women and asked to rate how attractive I considered each woman.
These women were all stunningly beautiful. At first, I just flipped from page to page, doing my best not to drool over all them all. They really did run the whole range of possibility. From busty beauties with juicy rumps to pretty little petites; barely legal babes to full-blown milfs; redheads with creamy white skin to cocoa-colored enchantresses, and everything in between. It was shocking, in retrospect, that they managed to have such a diverse group contained within those thirty-two pages.
I flipped to the second-to-last page in the binder and felt all the air rush out of my lungs. This woman was stunning. According to the stats listed on the side of the page, she was a C-cup, twenty-five years old (same as me), and just over five-feet, six-inches tall. Her hair was the bright orange of a sunset, her eyes as blue as the Caribbean Sea. Believe it or not, I legitimately spent three minutes on that page just staring into those eyes. I didn't even look at the rest of her body until I'd finished memorizing every last freckle on her face.
Of course, the rest of her was just as amazing. It had apparently been a few days since she'd last shaved, because she had a light dusting of hair above her beautiful pussy. I do personally prefer a nicely shaven pubic area, but on this beauty, it wasn't even close to a deal-breaker. It was almost endearing. Her nipples were perfect pink peaks on top of the perfect sized mounds of her breasts. I will admit, her ass was a little on the small side for my usual tastes, but just like the pubic hair, on her it just worked.
I immediately rated her a 10/10. Of course, I did my due diligence and rated all the rest of the women, but not a single one could compare to the girl on the second-to-last page. No matter what, I could not get her out of my head. Before finishing up with my ratings, I had to turn back to the page and memorize her features again. The odds of me ever meeting or seeing this woman again were extremely low, so I had to imprint this beauty on my brain as clearly as possible. She was the ideal of beauty to me, and I would remember her.
As it happened, I didn't need to worry. She and I met in person a week later, during the third and final phase of the study.
I received a call from the Institute's secretary asking if I was free to come in that night. Of course, I have no job and basically no money, so I jumped at the chance to get it all done and hasten my little payday. The secretary told me to come in at 7 o'clock. I showed up, they made sure I was okay with being here for at least twenty-four hours. It was unexpected, but they assured me food and a variety of drinks would be provided, so I agreed.
They sent me to a locker room and instructed me to get naked and lock up my belongings and take the key with me into another room. At this point, I really didn't care at all, I just wanted my money. So, I followed instructions and walked to the far side of the room and through another door.
The room beyond was surprisingly pleasant. It reminded me of the small studio apartment I lived in while I was going to college. I felt myself relax easily in this comfortable little room, so I made my way to the fridge in the corner of the room. Another pleasant surprise came to me as I popped open the fridge and discovered a case of my favorite brand of beer, Guinness. There was another case of beer in there as well, Miller Lites, along with a number of fruits, vegetables, and a smattering of other foods.
I grabbed a beer and closed the fridge, then turned to take in the rest of the room. That was when I noticed the two wine bottles, one red and one white. I'm not a big wine drinker, but it was nice to see they were willing to accommodate me whether I preferred red or white.
The rest of the room was pretty sparsely decorated. There was a small couch facing a TV in the corner nearest the small kitchen area I was standing in. In the opposite corner from the kitchen there was a bed made up in typical hotel fashion, in other words lots of pillows and a very fluffy and inviting comforter on top. And in the last corner was the door I had entered through.
I was about to take another drink when I noticed there were actually two doors in that corner. It was strange, but this whole thing was strange, so I just shrugged and took another sip of my beer. As I finished the beer, I tipped my head back to get the last few drops. That was when I finally noticed the cameras on the ceiling of the room. There was one in the corner over the doors, and another in the corner above the TV, along with a dome camera in the middle of the ceiling.
Again, weird, but I was getting pretty used to weird with this place. I just shrugged it off again, tossed my empty beer can, grabbed a new one, then plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. I was happy to see it was a smart TV set up with several streaming services ready to go, so I went to Netflix and started browsing through the home screen. That was when I heard the sound of one of the doors behind me opening, followed by a very feminine sounding gasp.
I turned to look over my shoulder and found myself feasting on the drop-dead beauty I'd drooled over in the binder the week before. Just like me, she was completely naked, but she was doing her best to cover herself with her arms. I definitely stared way longer than I should have.
Finally, I came to my senses and turned back toward the TV. I heard the click of the door closing, then a whirr-click from the same direction. It took a moment for me to realize the second sound was the sound of the door's electronic locks engaging. I was about to break the silence, when I heard the sound of someone clearing their throat from the TV.
"Eh-hem. I apologize for not explaining this final phase of our experiment prior to tonight." I looked at the screen and saw the speaker was a middle-aged lady I recognized from the panel of women who had judged me at the beginning of the experiment. "It is necessary for the nature of this experiment that this portion be a surprise. The two of you will occupy this room together for the next twenty-four hours. The only rule we have is that you may not seek to clothe yourselves. Aside from that, you may enjoy this time however you choose to." The woman started to reach forward, presumably to turn off the broadcast, then she stopped and looked back toward the camera. "Oh, I almost forgot. You should both know, during the second phase of the experiment, you both rated each other as the most attractive individual in the binders you were presented." She said. Then she reached for something offscreen and the broadcast ended.
It took me a few moments to process this information. I was stuck in this room for the next twenty-four hours, naked, with my dream woman, who was also naked, and she apparently also thought I was attractive. I had no idea what to do. What does a man even do in this situation?
Then the answer came to me. A man would go and talk to the gorgeous woman in the room and at least try to get to know her. But, what was he supposed to say? "Hi, I'm Malcolm, I'm the naked dude you're gonna be spending the next super awkward twenty-four hours with. Wanna make out?"
I couldn't help shaking my head and chuckling a little. This was so stupid. What did they expect to happen? Of course we were just going to sit around, do our best to ignore each other until the experiment is over, then go our own ways and do everything we can to forget how we just passed over a potentially awesome situation.
I don't know if it's because her bare feet didn't make much sound, or if I was just so engrossed in my mental defeatism that I didn't notice, but I was caught completely off guard when I heard the fridge door open. Out of habit, I glanced over at the unexpected noise and was met with the glorious sight of the woman's ass thrusting out toward me as she bent to get a beer from the fridge. Not staring at that moment was easily the most difficult thing I'd ever had to do. Or, well, not do, I guess.
"Ugh, who drinks this rat piss?" I heard her murmur as she pulled a beer from the case of Miller Lites.
"Ahem." I dramatically cleared my throat. She turned to see me holding up my can of Guinness. I affected my best angry/affronted scowl, and I was able to hold it for a whole second before a smile broke across my face. The woman looked down with a small, chagrined smile.
"I didn't realize the drinks were personalized. Sorry." She said.
"Eh, you're good. Stout isn't for everyone." I said. I made the decision then, I wans't going to let this chance pass me by. If nothing else, I was going to have a good time talking with this woman and getting to know her. The first step, of course, was introducing myself and learning her name so I could stop thinking of her as just 'the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.'