Elizabeth signed up for the experiment, not knowing what she was getting into. It paid well and she hoped to be able to go home for the holidays with the money. She arrived promptly and was guided to the appropriate room. Once there she was told to touch the computer screen, read the instructions, and agree to conditions of the test.
She saw the screen in the otherwise empty room, there was only one other door and she boldly touched the screen. It lit up and after asking for her personal identification number and gender, it scrolled along with a description that she was going to be testing the effects of a specific climate on her body. She clicked the understand button and it went on to read she would have a choice of the environment, but that for true testing she would have to be nude. Two buttons showed up, one read 'Click here when you have removed your clothing', and the other one said, 'I no longer wish to be part of this experiment.' She needed the money and she stripped quickly.
Elizabeth had raven black hair, and a decent body. Her last lover had complained she was too frigid, she shook the thought off as she saw herself reflected in the mirrored walls. Her hands ran along her torso, she had a slender build, her breasts small and firm, her pale pink nipples were beginning to harden, as she finally clicked agree. She read the instruction and quickly exited to the options room. She saw the a wide range of doors in front of her. A soft neutral voice intoned that doors with red lettering were for female participants, blue lettering for male participants, and gray lettering were in active or already in use. She looked for a door with red lettering. When she saw one that said E: England she immediately touched it, and the neutral voice suddenly said, "Environment selected, enjoy your experience."
The doors slide open and she stepped in, enveloped by a thick London fog. She breathed deeply, it was like being home. It was why she had selected this door, as her parents were still living in England. She was in the United States as a college exchange student and she was ready for the semester to be over, but was planning a trip home for Spring Break.
She kept walking feeling the fog change temperatures, it seemed to caress her body. Elizabeth licked her lips and hoped to find the exit door soon. She turned, she could have sworn she felt a hand sliding along her body. The fog was very thick and she could see nothing as her heart beat faster and the story of Jack the Ripper came to her mind.
"Relax," a voice echoed from the fog.
The voice was calming despite its unknown origin. It sounded male and from the intonation a British man at that. "Who's there?" she called out wondering why this environment was specifically designed for a woman or if there was supposed to be both a man and woman in it.
"I am," the voice trailed along her neck and she felt his breath and a hand slide along her waist.
Elizabeth glanced down but saw nothing, the fog was too thick. She shivered as a warm kiss was planted on her neck. She figured she must be hallucinating, that she had merely gone too long without. She stood very still her eyes still trying to penetrate the thick fog as his hands slide over her, caressing her body, and teasing her delicate pink tits. It was exhilarating, the mystery, being unable to see him, or know where he would strike next.
