Foreplay?

Lauren quickly tiptoed to the door in a subtle but dire attempt to secure a barrier between her and... anyone else, really. No lock of course... Just her luck. Once she held the knob firmly, she pressed her ear to the door to listen and try determining the events happening outside. She couldn't hear anything, apart from music coming further away from the house. Not from far enough, tough. She glanced around the room, but her quest of finding something to cover herself with seemed futile. Nothing but chairs and tables. And the room had several doors -- several places through which someone could enter. Damn Mark for setting her up. But she couldn't just stay in his trap waiting for someone to enter. Nope. She had to move to a better hideout.

She carefully cracked the door open and peaked out onto the corridor. No one in sight. She hadn't quite mapped the entire manor yet, but she knew there were rooms and corridors aplenty. It couldn't have been that difficult to find a place where she could find something to wear. Or lay low for a while. That was when she noticed something hanging from one of the wall lamps. Looked like a jacket. And it was only a few feet away from her. Without wasting any time, she jumped out onto the empty corridor and grabbed hold of the black clothing. It was a jacket. A tuxedo jacket to be exact. She quickly wrapped herself in it. It was big enough to cover her till mid thighs. It was good quality too. And it smelled so manly. Almost like...

Mark?

She sniffed the jacket again. It was definitely his scent. But why would Mark leave her naked and then leave her clothing? "Oh my god!" thought Lauren when she noticed a white shirt hanging from another lamp a few feet away. She quickly scampered there. It was Mark's as well. No doubt about it. And a few feet away she could see a belt on the carpet. Mark had been stripping and leaving Lauren a trail of crumbs. And at the end, that hunk of a man -- that greek god -- was waiting for her. Completely naked. So that was why he stripped her and took all her clothes. It made perfect sense now. A bit kinky, but it had a certain... effect on Lauren. Her previous anger and fear were immediately replaced by another feeling. Anticipation, perhaps? The thought of reaching the end of the trail overshadowed anything else. And as unlikely as it seemed, she couldn't help but admit that her previous thought of being abandoned naked made her a bit... excited.

Her mind set on the prize, she quickly tiptoed further along the winding corridor following the clothes scattered around. She was still careful while turning or passing doors not to be noticed by anyone, but the fact that she could no longer hear the music gave her a sense of security. She must have been moving away from the party. Oh, that Mark sure knew what he was doing. And that was when she saw it. She shuddered at the sight.

A pair of purple male briefs hanging from a doorknob.

The end of the trail. He bald little pussy was basically trickling its nectars down her thighs now. Her tiny titties ached to be fondled. Her erect nipples to be touched -- to be sucked at. She was hornier that ever in her life. And beyond that door was the means to satisfy that carnal need. She shrugged her shoulders and let the jacket drop down to the carpet behind her. Where she headed, she needed no clothing. It would only get in the way. So with a heavy sigh of anticipation, she stepped up to the door and reached for the knob. She gulped hard, but then closed her eyes to compse herself. She couldn't let Mark knew how terrified she had been just a few minutes ago. She couldn't give him that satisfaction. She needed to ooze confidence and authority. For she planned to be fully in charge this time. And once she had felt herself prepared for the time of her life, she turned the knob and entered the room with a sneer.

The sound of the door closing behind her was the last thing she heard, as the sight before her took her breath away.

And it wiped that smirk off her face.