An expensive hotel

Ray guided to you to the car. Your busted ankle was on the side closest to him and you felt yourself leaning into him for support as you made your way to his car. Definitely the wrong signal.

As you got into the passenger seat the pencil skirt dress stretched and restricted you as you moved your legs apart to get in one foot at a time. As you struggled with it, Ray suddenly put one arm behind your back and another under your knees and lifted you into the seat. This was so embarrassing. You did a tight smile in response with your sleek shiny lips, and with a beaming smile of his own Ray closed the door, blocking your exit.

Suddenly, you weren't sure if you were better off here or back at the house.

Ray got into the drivers seat and started the engine. Pulling out, you were soon making your way down the road, putting distance between you and the house.

"So, hope your ankle is better."

Genuine concern? From Ray? You respond, "Well, better, but it still hurts a bit."

"Don't worry, stick close and I'll sweep you off your feet."

THAT was his idea of a chat up line? Who did he think you were? Aside from a gorgeous attractive woman of course.

Even now, looking down at your cleavage and the your shiny dress that clung to your legs was surreal. You'd always wanted to go ON a date with a hot girl, not AS one.

"Raymond," you start to say.

"Yes," he turns towards you, unwisely taking his eyes off the road.

"Just... um... I don't want to take things too fast." NO, why was your brain always saying the wrong thing. You're not a girl on a date, you're a guy who's been thrown into one.

"Don't worry, we'll take it easy," he replies, and places a big hand on your thigh. The latex makes it a weird feeling, probably for both of you, but he doesn't seem to mind.

You drive a little while longer and you notice a hotel coming up. That was your plan wasn't it? Stay in a hotel and figure things out? Maybe you could convince Ray to drop you off here.

Almost as if he has read your mind, the car slows down. On closer inspections the hotel is very high class. Polished brass, thick carpet, what seems like a bustling nightclub in the basement, probably a bar with a mahogany counter somewhere. The car slows to a stop just outside it.

"We're here," Ray says with a grin.