Maya stood in the hallway outside the small room, her heart already beating hard. The black dress she wore was thin and short. Under it she had nothing. No bra. No panties. Her boobs pressed against the soft fabric, nipples already hard from the cool air and the thought of what was coming. Between her legs her pussy was warm and wet. She could feel the slickness on her inner thighs every time she shifted her weight.

Marcus held the key in his hand. He looked at her with those dark, calm eyes that always made her stomach tighten.