Terry woke up feeling a strong headache from the night before and quickly noticed he was wearing nothing but his underwear. It took a strong effort for him to sit up in his bed, but then he realized it wasn't his bed. He peered around the room; it looked like a generic hotel setup with non memorable furniture giving the illusion the room was full. Terry caught his own eyes in a mirror and looked himself up and down. Seeing himself in this state was never his favorite, he was able to come to peace with his body but it was not something he loved about himself. Every time he went out to a bar and failed to find love or even a hook-up, it seemed to reinforce the averageness of his body. Terry thought to himself that that is what must have happened last night, but it didn't explain why he was in a hotel instead of his apartment.
As Terry managed to get to his feet, he opted to stumble his way towards the door with the goal of finding his way to whatever type of breakfast the hotel was offering; surely some food and a coffee would help him start his day. However, as he made his way towards the door it became clear that something was a bit off. Beside the door was an intercom and a large red button labeled "press for help." It sent a chill down Terry's spine; something was definitely off and this was not a normal hotel room. Whatever happened last night must have been weird to end up here but Terry did not care for details, he just wanted to get home. He pulled on the door but it did not budge. With a little more panic he tried the intercom, "H- hello, my uh, door is stuck and I'm ready to leave," Terry tried to explain through the intercom. He waited a few moments but no response. Terry sighed; it was time to try what was behind door number three. He pressed the red button.
A large whine sounded, causing Terry to instinctively stumble back a few steps. The door began to open slowly, gears rattling like an old safe door creaking open. Terry peered into the pitch-black hallway. Before Terry could work up the courage to make his way into the hallway, a figure emerged and stepped towards him. With the click of heels, a woman appeared. She wore black heels, a slim black dress that fit perfectly to the curves of her body, and a black masquerade mask covering the top half of her face. Only her blue eyes peering through the mask and her blonde hair reaching just past her shoulders countered the black outfit.
"Mr. Winter, what seems to be the problem?" she asked with the faintest reminisce of a French accent.
"Who the hell are you?" Terry exclaimed.
"Why of course, I am the concierge," the woman explained as if everything would be cleared up. She took a step into the room towards Terry, who instinctively took a step back. "I run this establishment and I make sure that all our clients enjoy their time here," she added.
"I'm not a client here," Terry argued. "I don't even know what this is."
The concierge examined her smart watch. She nodded as she read and then explained, "Mr. Winter, it is normal to be confused on your first visit. We ensure you will be able to enjoy your visit to the fullest, though, sometimes that has some side effects."
None of what she was saying made sense to Terry and yet, as she spoke, it seemed to calm his nerves.
"What I can tell you is limited," the concierge continued. "I can assure you that you will enjoy your time here; someone is looking out for you and wants you to enjoy yourself. They have gone to great lengths to give you this experience. It will allow you to enjoy your deepest, darkest fantasies. Try to go with it and I promise you will enjoy yourself." She smiled and, seemingly in sync with her smile, a door creaked open from the other side of the hotel room. Terry peered over the bed but could not see what was emerging, he could only hear the jingle of a bell.
The concierge had returned to the dark hallway. She smiled once more and said, "Enjoy yourself however you see fit, Mr. Winter." With that, the door closed behind her, once again creaking like an old safe. Terry felt uneasy, but at the same time, not at all as scared as he should be. Deep down he was intrigued by the mysterious women; her calming but perplexing aura felt impossible to not trust. The jingle of a small bell sounded again from the other side of the room. Terry couldn't make out what the noise was but he could tell that the noise was getting closer. With an uneasy anticipation, Terry made his way towards the other side of the bed where the noise was coming from. As he got close enough to see over the bed, he could not help but shout out, "what the fuck?"
A fully naked woman was there, on her hands and knees crawling. Not even gravity could pull down her small perky breasts, her beautiful curvy body arched with her posture. She looked like a supermodel, her beautiful bubble butt stuck up in the air except she had a tail?!?! Terry gulped with shock. The woman remained in her position but looked up at Terry with her head tilted like a confused dog. Terry took a deep breath and examined her a bit more. Her dirty blonde hair was in a ponytail, and on her head sat a headband that posed fake dog ears. She wore a black collar with a small bell on it. Terry's eyes made their way back down her body to the tail. It was long enough to barely touch the ground behind her, the color impeccably matching her hair color. His eyes narrowed and he sighed a breath of relief, realizing it was not a real tail but a butt plug. He could only make out the slightest metallic coloring of the plug as the woman's jiggly bubble butt hugged around it tightly.
Terry, stuck in a deep shocked state, made his way back to the bed and sat on the edge of it. To his surprise, the jingle of the bell followed him as the woman crawled behind him and sat by his legs. She sniffed at his feet and made her way up to sniffing at his underwear. She had no hesitation pushing her nose closely against Terry's underwear and taking deep inhales. Impulsively, Terry pushed her head away. The woman once more tilted her head in confusion before crawling a few paces away from Terry. She circled on the spot a couple of times before laying down staring back at Terry patiently. Terry's breath became rapid. What the hell did I get myself into?
Terry had no time to figure out what was going on; he needed to get out. Hastily, Terry made his way to the door taking a wide berth around the woman laying on the floor. This time, she did not follow but repositioned slightly to be able to see Terry. Filled with panic, Terry rapidly pressed the red button hoping for the concierge to return; one way or another, he was going to convince her to get him out of here. No matter how many times Terry pushed the button, the door would not open the way it did before. Instead, a buzz rang over the intercom. Unmistakably, it was the concierge that spoke over the speaker.
