I quietly shut the door behind me, the soft click echoing through the hall. Ahead of me were two doors and a grand staircase, a rich red Victorian patterned carpet stretched up ahead of me.
"Up here," a voice called from above, the same one from the buzzer.
My pulse quickened as I climbed the stairs, each step a mix of nerves and excitement. The thudding of my heart contrasted with the rush of anticipation coursing through me.
At the top, a sumptuous room opened up--dark red leather sofas, gold-trimmed wallpaper, lush green plants and shelves lined with books. It felt like stepping into a decadent period drama, though the two women lounging on the sofa contrasted with any suggestion of innocence. Dressed in exquisite lingerie, one in black, the other in white, they exuded raw sensuality.
The cute blonde closest to me, with her shy smile and friendly "Hi," immediately drew my attention. Her white, lacy hold up stockings showcased her slender legs.
Beside her, a sultry brunette sat like a queen. Long dark hair, smokey made-up eyes, ruby-red lips, and the curves of her enhanced breasts barely restrained by her black lacy bra. She looked up at me sharply, appraising me like an intruder in her domain. Her hand rested possessively on the blonde's thigh, a silent warning that I was under suspicion and far from welcome in her eyes.
"Ah, Sara?" came the voice behind me, startling me from my thoughts.
I turned to face an elegant woman in her late forties, wearing a pale cashmere sweater that clung to her curves, paired with sleek, expensive jeans and black mid-heeled shoes. She was elegantly beautiful, her blonde hair soft and perfectly styled, framing a face that radiated warmth and subtle allure. She smiled, a playful and inviting smile, which sent a surge of anticipation through me.
"I'm Helen," she said, extending a manicured hand that felt soft and warm in mine.
"Hi, Helen. Nice to meet you," I replied, feeling a bit more at ease in the luxurious atmosphere, my confidence slowly returning.
She turned to the two women on the sofa. "Girls, this is Sara," she said with a knowing smile. "Sara, meet Alex and Asha."
The blonde, it turned out this was Alex, rose rom the sofa, her green eyes locking with mine as she approached. Her shy, friendly smile was irresistible as she padded silently in her stockinged feet across the room. She extended her hand, and when our fingers touched, the warmth of her skin sent a shiver up my spine.
"Nice to meet you, Sara. First night?" she asked, her voice soft, but full of curiosity.
"Yeah, first night. Hi, Alex," I replied, my smile widening as our hands lingered in the handshake.
The other woman, Asha, remained seated, her hash gaze fixed on me. She was stunning, but her air of indifference made it clear she had no intention of making this easy.
"Hey," she said coolly, her tone casual, almost dismissive.