This story follows on from 'Pandora's Box: Chapter 1b'
A Risky Choice
Dani had expected more of the same from Luis' private suite -- expensive antique furniture, orange gas lamps, and comfy carpets. Instead, she found herself in a space reminiscent of a small but classy sports bar. On her left was a long wall-mounted marble table with tall chairs tucked in beneath it and a large mirror covering the wall above, while on her right were two comfy looking booths with black velvet sofas. At the back of the room was a large bar well-stocked with various spirit and liquor brands, and two closed doors stood to the immediate right: one was clearly marked as a fire exit, but the other possessed no indication as to what lay beyond.
Dani spent a couple of minutes padding softly around the suite, inspecting the booths and then the bar, but there really wasn't anything that held her interest for too long. Besides, she had a mission to attend to. Luis had told her to look for a wardrobe but, as far as she could see, such a thing did not exist in this room. That left one option.
With Luis' key held tightly in her sweaty palm, Dani slinked over to the unmarked door at the back and slid it into the lock. It turned with a satisfying click, and she stepped over the threshold.
Closing the door behind her, Dani found herself in a bedroom -- a fairly regular looking bedroom at that. The bed was king size and looked incredibly soft and luxurious, the white sheets flattened like fields of snow. The carpet and walls were cream-coloured and there was an armchair and an en-suite bathroom on the left and a large sliding mirror door wardrobe on the right. Lying on the bedside table was a large, thick book -- that had to be the catalogue Luis had spoken of.
Dani's initial impulse was to open the catalogue and choose her outfit. To say she was excited about the potential choices on offer, especially after what she had seen in the dressing and changing rooms earlier, was a mammoth understatement.
As she stood in the clean, airy room however, Dani was acutely aware that freshening up was probably the better option to take first -- she could feel her damp panties clinging to her labia, and her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat after her extended shift in the stuffy main stage.
Dani gratefully stripped off her work uniform and laid it neatly in a pile on the corner armchair. She unclasped her bra, breathing a sigh of relief as her twins were exposed to the cool air, and slid her sodden panties down her legs, placing both garments on the floor beneath the armchair before treading barefoot and naked into the en-suite.
She had suspected more beauty products would be awaiting her and was glad not to be proven wrong, turning the light on and seeing the sink covered in makeups, creams, and sprays. The shower was spacious and clean, and the showerhead was detachable; Dani removed it before turning it on so as to avoid getting her hair wet or blasting her makeup off.
Despite how warm the main stage had been, Dani craved a hot shower and cranked the temperature up as far as she could bear it. Steam poured over the door and glazed the mirror above the sink as Dani ran the balmy water over her athletic, curvaceous body, her eyes closed in bliss as she bathed herself from the neck down. She paid particular attention to her breasts and crotch, as they had been the most confined and also the bits she imagined Luis would shortly be paying the most attention to.
She smiled dreamily to herself as she imagined Luis stood behind her, holding the showerhead and steadily running it over her, his strong hands roaming down her supple curves. Her hand wandered down to her shaved kitty and, with great determination, she resisted the urge to start rubbing herself, deciding to save her orgasms for whatever Luis had in mind for her.
After about twenty minutes, Dani finally shut off the water and wrapped herself in a beautifully velvety towel that reminded her of the expensive cotton bathrobe she owned. She stepped softly into the bedroom and spent several minutes towelling off, enjoying the feeling of the material gliding smoothly across her taut, lustrous skin.
Wrapping a fresh towel around herself, Dani walked over to the bed and sighed with satisfaction as she sunk into its soft folds. She picked up the catalogue, grunting with the effort, set it down on her knees, and began to leaf through it.
The selection of outfits on offer was huge and immensely varied, spanning from regular-looking clothes that any girl Dani's age would have worn to outrageous costumes. Dani saw jeans, skirts, tops, and blouses that she even owned, as well as risqué sheer bodysuits and lingerie. There was a French maid outfit with crotchless panties that sent a tingle up her spine, and a sexy cop outfit with fishnet tights and handcuffs. Dani considered what she wanted as she flicked through -- nothing too casual, but at the same time she didn't want to walk out looking like she was wearing a Halloween costume.
Dani was also, of course, keenly aware of the other caveat with her choice -- the question of contraception. Remembering Alma's description of the rules, she knew that whether or not she had protected or unprotected sex with Luis depended on the outfit she was about to choose. The problem was, there was absolutely no indication within the catalogue as to which outfits would lead to which outcome. She would be completely in the dark until she had made her final choice, at which point it would be too late to back out. It truly was down to fate.
Dani made an interested noise as she paused on a cute little set about halfway into the catalogue. It was composed of a pale pink V-neck crop top and a high-waisted black and white plaid skirt, along with white knee-high socks and white trainers. It was, in fact, remarkably similar to an outfit she had worn herself during a pub golf student event several months earlier. It fit her criteria too -- it certainly wasn't the kind of thing she'd wear casually, but at the same time it didn't look tacky or terribly out of place.
Her mind made up, Dani noted the number next to the outfit for her size: 147. She shut the catalogue and walked over to the wardrobe, pulling the door open. Seeing all the clothes from the catalogue actually assembled in front of her made Dani gasp, but she resisted the urge to look through them all as she hunted down her selected ensemble. She found hanger 147 easily enough and pulled it out -- as well as the clothes from the catalogue, a sunshine yellow bra and panties set and a sealed envelope came with it.
Placing the envelope to the side, Dani carefully laid the outfit across the bed. She stepped into the fresh new pair of panties, pulling them up her legs and over her hips and butt, enjoying how snug and dry they felt. Next was the bra -- Dani was pleasantly surprised by how well it fit as it cupped snugly over her plump breasts.
Dani picked up the plaid skirt and stepped into it -- the garment fit well around her waist and was even shorter than she had anticipated, barely covering her ass. She bent over teasingly in front of the mirror, enjoying how it rode up and exposed her bare cheeks and bright yellow panties as she did so.
Next was the crop top which she pulled cautiously over her head, again giving thought as to her makeup and hair. It too was comfy and close-fitting, wrapping tightly around her chest and accentuating her boobs even more, and she loved the way the V-neck tantalisingly exposed her ample cleavage. The upper portion of her tight abs could be seen as well, flexing slightly in the gap between the bottom of the top and the waistline of the skirt.
Lastly, Dani sat on the bed and pulled on the long socks followed by the white trainers. Lacing them up, she stood and pranced back into the en-suite, making a beeline for the beauty products. She spent ten minutes giving herself a light touch-up, especially with regards to her lips, which she wanted looking as sparkling and desirable as possible for Luis.
Finished with her makeup, Dani walked back into the bedroom for one final inspection in the mirror. She loved what she saw.
Her tits and ass popped beautifully out of the top and skirt respectively, just about covered and yet enticingly prominent enough to tease the hell out of anyone who looked at her. The long socks gave her a naughty schoolgirl vibe too, and she spun around and giggled girlishly at how well the new outfit clung to her curves. She was completely in love with how she looked -- a total sex pot.
"Time to play," she said to herself, taking a deep breath. "Show time!" She walked over to the bedside table and grabbed the envelope. As she got closer to the door, she felt pure sexual anticipation roll through her body, coupled with a shot of nervousness. Dani paused with her hand on the doorknob and swallowed hard, contemplating what was about to happen. It was far too late to back out now.
But that didn't change the fact that there was a serious chance she was about to have unprotected sex with a total stranger. During her most fertile time of the month. It didn't matter how hot Luis was; it was objectively the worst possible time for her to take bare cock. The ramifications of her decision tonight had the potential to completely alter the trajectory of her life for years to come.
She looked down at her outfit, wondering how responsible the last girl to wear it had been. There was definitely a chance she used a condom, or even pulled out. But there was only one way for Dani to find out.
"You'll be fine," she breathed, attempting to reason with herself. "You can always get the morning-after pill as a back-up." Of course, Dani knew full well that Plan B would be useless if she had already started ovulating -- but that wasn't the negative pep-talk she needed right now.
She took several deeper breaths. This was so dangerous. This was so reckless. But the thought of risking pregnancy was just too hot and too enticing to give up on now. She had to see this through. She would never forgive herself if she didn't.
"Fuck it," Dani whispered with a shiver, and she turned the doorknob and walked back into the bar area.
Rolling The Dice
Luis was already waiting for her, leaning against the bar with another White Russian. His eyes lit up as Dani entered, and she saw him take in her appearance from her pony-tailed hair right down to her long, sock-clad legs.
"Stunning," he remarked, the single word alone being one of the best compliments Dani had ever received. "Absolutely stunning."
"You really think so?" Dani smiled meekly, blushing slightly.
"I do." In one fluid movement, Luis downed his drink and set the empty glass down on the counter. "How do you feel?" he asked, walking towards her.
"Uh, a little nervous, I won't lie."
"I would be too, in your position. How old are you? 19?"
"20. My birthday was a month ago."
Luis whistled admirably. "Y'know, you've got some real guts playing a game like this on your first shift Dani."
Dani laughed shakily. "Tell me about it. I think I might have lost my mind."
"Tell me something. And be completely honest."
"I'll... I'll try."
"Do you want to get pregnant?"
Dani's body tensed up, and the butterflies in her stomach compressed into a knot so tight it started to hurt a little bit. She bit her lip as she felt her pussy begin to leak again, christening her fresh panties. "I-I don't think so."
"You don't think so?"
"I-I know it sounds stupid. I don't want to get knocked up, it would be really irresponsible. But... but the thought turns me on so, so much." She gulped. "Is that weird? I feel weird."
Luis smiled and slowly shook his head. "It's not weird. It sounds to me like you just have a pregnancy risk kink."
"A what?"
"A pregnancy risk kink. You get off to the risk of getting impregnated, even though you don't want to be."
"But, but that doesn't make sense. Why would it turn me on if it also scares me?"
"
Because
it scares you. There are people who draw excitement from having sex in public places, for example. Because they're worried they might get caught. They don't necessarily want to get caught. But the thought that they might is what gives them that extra thrill. It's the same here. You don't want to get pregnant, but you might. And that's what sub-consciously turns you on. It's forbidden, and nothing is more tantalising than the forbidden."
