Brian wakes up confused

In a dazed panic, Brian opened his eyes and immediately began to freak out.

The brown haired boy was in a single bed, he couldn’t see anything above him but another mattress, he must have been on a bunk bed. He wasn’t wearing the same clothes as he was that morning. Brian grabbed a hold of the blue athletic shirt that he had on. From upside, he could read the white number patch sewed on top. In blue writing, the number 197 was visible.

Obviously it was different clothing he had on from the morning which added to the intrigue and alarming distress of what was happening here.

Brian sat up in a hurry, getting a better look at where he was. He just couldn’t believe it, what had happened? how did he get here? Why was he in different clothes? Where was Melody? So many questions but no answers.

Around the room were guys all wearing the same blue top to match the blue tight shorts that were of the same material. They seemed to be in some sort of massive warehouse, most of the area was open, enough room for people to walk around and socialise. On the outside, up against one of the four very tall brick walls were single beds in the format of bunk beds.

Getting out of his bed which was the bottom bunk, Brian found his bag underneath the bed. What a relief he thought, at least he still had his luggage, he thought at first about calling someone as he opened it up to check on his belongings.

“You’re kidding,” he whispered to himself as he started to look inside.

There was almost nothing left inside, the only bits of clothing were a couple of pairs of underwear and that was it.

No phone, no wallet, no other clothes that he carefully packed. Brian punched the top of the mattress before leaving the bed, hopefully to find out how he ended up being trapped here.

If his girlfriend was here right now, he’d be saying the words ‘I told you so.’

“Brian,” a male voice called from behind him.

Turning around, he saw the number 101 and a closer inspection of the face made him realise that it was Justin, the same boy from the bus stop earlier that morning.

“Justin… what in the god damn nation is going on here?” he asked him in a panic.

Justin shrugged, he didn’t have the same look of concern as Brian. “I’ve only been awake for like twenty minutes. Nobody here knows what’s going on, there’s like 100 of us here, all dudes.”

“Fuck… So you haven’t seen Melody then ?” he asked, his mind running up all sorts of different scenarios in his head.

“Nah man, literally just dudes here. Everyone keeps waiting over there, hoping something happens soon,” Justin replied, pointing over to the other side of the massive building.

Brian put his attention towards what Justin was pointing at. It looked like large metal doors, not too much higher above it was an enormous black screen. Potentially a television or some sort of monitor that could switch on at any moment.

“She’s gotta be on the other side of that,” Brian said before moving in that direction.

Justin with nothing else to do, followed behind him, curious to see what he was going to try and do. Standing behind him, he watched his fellow peer from New Jersey start pounding the silver metal doors, trying to **** his way through them.

“Dude, I saw someone doing that before,” Justin interrupted him, “There’s no way you’re getting through there.”

“She has to be on the other side,” Brian spoke to himself quietly, ignoring Justin now.

***

In one way, he was right, the doors would eventually lead him to Melody and all of the other girls. But the room wasn’t right there, outside the door.

In another warehouse type room that was also inside the same building that all the boys were in, the girls were located. It was the same set up, just with all the women inside instead.

Just like the men, the girls were very much confused about their whereabouts and what was about to happen. Instead of the blue outfits with numbers, the girls had bright purple tops and shorts with numbers themselves. They were clearly designed a little different to the guys, the shorts were all tight and clung to the girls hips to really show off their curves. The tops didn’t cover their mid drift, just as tight as the shorts, they could virtually be considered the same as sports bras.

Melody searched through her bag for the fourth time in ten minutes, just making sure her phone wasn’t there. The blonde sighed, once again realising that she didn’t have it inside there.

Instead of just underwear, the girls were also left with some of their bras. Melody couldn’t figure out why her more comfortable bras were taken away but a couple of her better looking lacy ones remained inside.

“It’s not going to magically appear in there,” a female voice said from behind her.

Melody turned to see a tall brunette, her hair done up in a high ponytail. She looked almost the polar opposite to her with small breasts and a skinny frame. The brunette did however have a very nice behind that was noticeable to Melody due to the tight purple shorts.

“Sorry, I’ve been watching you keep checking your bag for the last ten minutes,” the girl said again, “I’m Tina.”

“Melody,” she said, getting up on her feet, “You’re right, I don’t know… I just feel like I’m in a dream right now, this is just too weird.”

“I had a really bad feeling about this but curiosity got the better of me,” Tina explained.

“Oh god, you sound like my boyfriend, he’s gonna be so mad at me for making us do this.”

“Your boyfriend’s here?” she asked, a little surprised.

Melody nodded, “Yeah, I mean somewhere. Obviously there’s only girls in here. God he’s probably so pissed off with me.”

Tina watched the busty blonde look as if she was about to have some sort of meltdown if she didn’t find out what was happening anytime soon. Unbeknownst to most, the brunette was well ahead of others, figuring out a few key things that Melody had already missed.

“They’re watching us,” she whispered, moving over to Melody’s bed.

Before she could even ask what she meant, Tina had crawled onto the blonde’s bed and started pointing to part of the bed frame, “Do you see that?”

“What? What do you mean?” Melody asked her.

“It’s a tiny camera, they’re on every bed and spread across the walls of the building. I’m majoring in film and technology and I know a camera when I see one and that is a camera,” she explained, now sitting on her bed.

Melody had to check it out herself, she got a closer look of it, still unsure how it was so obvious to her, “Are you serious? I thought that was just a bolt or screw or something, why would their be cameras all over the room?”

Tina took a peek around just to inspect if anyone was listening in.

She whispered closer to Melody again, “I don’t want to freak you out at all but I’m a little suspicious that this is some sort of perv show for some power-hungry men who may get us to do all sort of stuff for their own entertainment.”

The girls hadn’t been awake inside the building for that long but with her clever mind, Tina had quickly started to think about the bigger meaning to this.

“But if that’s the case, why did they invite guys too?” Melody asked, full of questions herself.

“I don’t know, I thought it may have just been us girls until you mentioned you had a boyfriend here,” she whispered again, still alert about anyone hearing their conversation.

“I mean… it just doesn’t… HOLY SHIT!” Melody screamed as a head appeared from above them.

They had both jumped as a female head peeked over the railings of her bunk bed above them. Her long brown hair dangled down in a ponytail as she smiled at them.

“Interesting theories there girls…” she said softly before disappearing and reappearing a moment later, jumping down from the top bed.

“Were you seriously listening to our entire conversation,” Melody said, a little ticked off at first.

The short brunette smirked, “I couldn’t help it, I like a good conspiracy theory. I’m Rose Parker, from Atlanta,” she said, putting out her hand in front of Tina.

“Tina Richards, I’m from Chicago,” Tina responded politely, shaking her hand before Rose did the same with Melody.

“Melody Brooks.”

“Nice rack Melody,” Rose joked with her, noticing how big her breasts looked underneath that tight purple top.

The blonde didn’t mind too much, she had plenty of comments from both guys and girls about the perfect size and shape of her breasts. She laughed it off as Tina started to admire them herself.

“So this is really a camera huh?” Rose then said, crawling on the bed behind the girls.

They both shifted to watch the short girl eye off the tiny camera within the bed frame. Rose out her eye right up to it before pulling back and starting to play with her top. She grabbed her tits from the outside of the top and began to move them around, bouncing them up and down, right for the camera to see.

“It’s definitely a camera Rose, I wouldn’t make up bullshit to either of you,” Tina added, not wanting the girl to embarrass herself in front of anyone watching.

Little did she know, there wasn’t much that embarrassed Rose. She was seen as a slutty tease by many in her hometown and her sex drive was extremely high and nothing she’d hide from friends or strangers.

Rose lifted up her top all the way to show her perky medium sized breast inside the confines of a black bra.

“Hey Boyssssss!” she said, shaking her tits around, wanting to tease whoever was watching, “I’ll let you see more if you can get us some **** in here. My drink is a tequila sunrise.”

Rose dropped her top back down and puckered her lips to blow a kiss towards the camera before getting off Melody’s bed.

“Well you’re not shy, are you?” Melody said, “Can’t blame you though, looking like that.”

Rose smiled and gave her the type of face that said she was thankful for the compliment but also that it was something she already knew.

“To be fair, everyone here is pretty fucking hot,” Rose said, “Maybe you’re right Tina, maybe they just want us to lez out with each other.”

With the new thought of scissoring with Rose, the girls weren’t given the chance to respond as alarm bells began to ring.

“What the hell is this about?” Melody said, standing up and looking at the red alarms set up on the walls all going off at once.

All the girls around the room were wondering the same thing. As the great big silver doors on the other side of the room opened up, they were only about to have more questions.

In walked a group of ten people in bright pink jumpsuits. The leader of the group with the shape of a triangle on his black mask, stepped forward, remaining quiet as the girls all whispered and chatted.