After Gill left Sol looked around, his gaze resting on Rebecca. "You are aware that your finger is still in your ass?" he asked her. How the hell did that slip out? He had always managed keep up a nicely construed veneer of civility. Rebecca looked up at him from her hunched position, managing to look indignant while fingering her ass het other hand softly stroking her pussy.
"Leave her alone," Zak said.
"We'll see if the game allows us to," Sol replied.
As if on cue the machine lit up. PLAYER 2 PROCEED TO BASEMENT AND FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS. The screen said and it was repeated by the synthesized voice.
Sol shrugged, winked at Zak and threw an air kiss at Rebecca. "Until later," he said adding "watch where you stick that hard-on." With an admonishing finger to Zak. Sol walked down the stairs and entered the basement. The boxes against the back wall were gone. In their place where two doors with numbered stars on them. The first had the number one, the other was number four. A spotlight was pointing at the boxes to his left. One box was marked 'Player 2'. As Sol tried to open it, it swung to the side revealing a door marked with number 2. No further hints needed, Sol thought as he stepped through.
Sol's walked through a small dark hallway with a mirrored wall to his left hand. As he stepped out he discovered it led into a room that was almost too gaudy for a brothel. The circular room was dominated by a huge round bed with leopard dotted coverings and striped pillows. An unseen mechanism made the bed revolve slowly around the hard wooden floor. The ceiling was a large, subtly lit mirror, the walls where mirrors as well and red light flooded the room from small coves above the peripheral mirrors.
Large red letters appeared in the mirror on the ceiling. YOUR WORD IS SURPRISE. DRESS ACCORDINGLY. CAN YOU BEAT THE HIGH SCORE?
Sol was wondering what the hell he was supposed to do with that information. He walked around the room watching the bed revolve in the opposite direction. As he looked back he could hardly see the hallway that led into the room, its mirrored wall blending perfectly with the chambers mirrors. As he reached the far end of the room he discovered a second 'secret' hallway leading away. He walked into it.
Halfway up the hallway was a riveted metal door. Sol tried it. It was locked. He moved on. At the end of the hallway a black leather mask hung from a hook. It had a zipped blindfold integrated into it. Two heavy D-rings hung were attached to each side, another one was fixed to the top of the mask. The mouth was zippered. The back of the mask had another zipper, this one running from just behind the D-ring on top to the nape of the neck. There it ended in an intricate mechanism.
As Sol studied the mask he discovered an almost hidden latch. He pulled it up and the 'wall' with the mask swung towards him. Behind it was the most high-tech shower he had ever seen. It had three showerheads on the ceiling and another eight shower heads. Interspersed between the shower heads where what looked like lamps and a variety of nozzles. All walls in the stall were mirrors.
Remembering the brutish way this game seemed to respond to attempts at modesty, Sol shrugged and stepped in. Do your worst he thought as he closed the stall door behind him. He looked around and saw his body from a lot of mirrored angles. In the distance he heard another door slam.
What was that, he thought, as a single red light lit up from the ceiling and soft music started playing. Sol wondered if he should've put the mask on first. It was hanging by a rather obvious hook now that he thought about it. Letters appeared on the mirror. HAIR REMOVAL IN PROGRESS. Oh shit, Sol thought as a wave of foam hit him from all sides.
Sol barely managed to close his eyes and waited. His entire body started to tingle then slowly burn. He was about to panic as the showerheads all activated in tandem hitting him from all sides and making him gasp for air. The water stopped and Sol opened his eyes. There were no hairs left on his head. His eyebrows were gone as was the hair on his chest, underneath his armpits and on his genitals. He had never felt that naked in his life. If only I had worn the damn hood, he thought as he looked down. His brown hairs were draining away in the long gaps along the sides of the shower.
New letters appeared. PLACE HANDS ON CIRCLES. Two green circles lit up just above head height, one on the left wall and the other on the right. Sol shrugged and placed his hands on them. PLACE FEET ON CIRCLES. The mirror read. Sol looked down and two blue circles appeared on the floor, spaced about shoulder width apart. Time to end this shower, he thought and tried to grab the door. His hands were stuck to the wall. The green circles slowly moved up forcing Sol to raise his arms further. He got the hint and placed his feet in the circles on the floor. The circles moved, his feet slipping along on the slick floor. The shower was wider than he thought. His legs were quite far apart making his dick and balls jangle precariously as the water to spray again, this time in soft and comfortable mist.