"Put on the blindfold and knock on the door."
Now she was really scared. She met him an hour ago in a chat room for UCLA students and now she was standing at his door, sans panties, about to blindfold herself and turn herself over to him. She wondered what she had been thinking, but even as she wondered, she put on the blindfold and knocked on the door.
She heard the door open and someone took her hand and pulled her inside. As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, he whispered in her ear, "Take off your clothes."
She complied quickly, sliding out of her shoes, slipping her jeans down, taking off her sheer over-blouse and pulling off her tank top. She felt him slide her over-blouse back on her arms.
"Keep this on," he said, and he took her hand again, leading her across the room.
There were so many things she wanted to say, but he had clearly instructed her not to speak unless her asked her a question, so she held back.
"Get on the bed," he said. "It's right in front of you."
She reached out and felt it and started to sit.
"On your hands and knees," he snapped.
She scurried into position. He sat on her back and starting binding her ankles when there was a knock on the door. Quickly cinching the knot he told her, "Stay," and he got up to answer the door.
She turned her head toward the sound of the footsteps but all she could see through the blindfold was filtered light. She heard greetings. At least four men walked in. Then she heard one speak above the others.
"So, who's first?"
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