I still don't really know why I signed up ... again. The first time I went I desperately needed the money; now I've got a steady office job and although I don't have a boyfriend, my life feels pretty settled. So why did I come back to Fair Game?
In Fair Game, a woman, the 'prey', is paid £5,000 to be released in an area of woodland in a remote part of England; that goes up to £10,000 if she safely makes it across a small river not too far away. However, ten minutes after her release a 'hunter' will set out to catch her -- and if he does the woman is, well erm ... fair game.
It's up to the hunter to pick my outfit, based on his preference, or fantasy, or fetish. This will be my third time as prey. The first time I had to wear some strange schoolgirl outfit: pleated skirt, regulation-issue white knickers, no bra and a very thin white blouse, which in a warm summer drizzle left little to imagination.
The second time I wore a specially adapted military overall -- all camouflage colours, but with the crotch area opened up so that my black panties were clearly visible underneath. The front of the overall was held together by velcro, giving the hunter easy access to all areas that a woman normally wants to keep covered.
This time, as I entered the preparation room, I was told I was going to be dressed as an office girl. During the preparation, which was just as embarrassing as I remembered from last time, a man told me to strip completely naked while facing him at all times. As I finished removing my bra and panties, he approached me to check whether I was shaved as instructed. He gently touched my legs, checked my armpits and slightly spread my lips down below. "Perfect", he mumbled.
Then, again under his watchful eye, I had to wear the outfit laid out for me. I started by covering up all the important bits and put on the sexy black bra and panties. Then a thin white blouse, a short, tight black skirt and black jacket. Finishing off the outfit, I put on the black stockings and heels -- great for running through the forest...
I also remembered the humiliating procedure that I was about to undergo next as the man approached me with a small bottle with a rubber nozzle. While asking me to bend over, he pulled up my skirt, held my panties to one side and skilfully used the nozzle to apply lubricant inside me, first the front and then the back -- as if there was any doubt about what was going to happen to me.
Next, I was asked to leave the preparation room through a door that led to a cage where I came eye to eye with my hunter. He was tall and muscular and was dressed in a military outfit; he must have been in his mid-30s. I bet he's a former squaddie with some sort of grudge against office ladies -- and I was going to be his victim!