O-okay. Here goes....

"O-okay, that sounds fine...." You respond, still a bit nervous. Penelope squeals with delight and claps her hands together, and before you know it you're being quickly whisked away, dressed up all pretty, and dropped off into the room in question in a display of what could only be called superhuman speed by Penelope and some of the other girls in the Sorority.

You stand in the middle of the room, arms by your side, and blink a few times. It's very dark here, with the lights out and the curtains closed. There's just a bit of daylight left, sneaking in past the curtains and under the door out to the hallway, and that's all there is.... from what you can see of the place, it looks like it's probably just someone's dorm room. Ah, does it belong to the person who hired you? Hopefully it's a Sorority girl's, it'd be embarrassing to be waiting to be taken by someone in their own dorm room, like some kind of dimwitted bandit.....

Penelope gives you a big thumbs up from the doorway, then leaves and closes it behind her. Oh, okay. So you'll just.... wait here, then. That's okay. You can do that!

You look down at yourself. You sort of checked out after agreeing, and they were really efficient, so you didn't have much a chance to look over at what they were getting you dressed into. O-or where they put your school uniform, hopefully that's something you can find again....

You gently touch the thin black line of tape over your pussy. It's the only thing you've got on, when it comes to your bottom half. Your fingers prod at it testingly, squishing into your pussy lips a bit. It feels sort of flimsy, but it probably wouldn't come off on accident, so that'll be okay...

A cold wind blows through the room, that makes you shiver and stiffens up your nipples a bit. Argh, it's too icy to be standing in this room mostly naked like this! You march over and pull apart the curtains to shut the window with a huff, before closing them back up again and marching to your spot in the middle of the room. Your arms come up to cross in front of your chest, annoyed.

Ah, that feels a bit- you look down, and lower your arms. Your top half is only covered by a black lacey bra, which pushes your boobs up quite a bit more than you're used to. You poke at them with a finger, and they definitely feel a bit harder than normal. This thing is restricting you! Why would they give you a bra that doesn't fit you properly, anyway? That seems pretty unreasonable, expecting you to just let something compress your boobs like that. You unclip the bra and throw it across the room as well, where it lands in the corner. Hmph. You cross your arms again.

You feel weird, just standing here and waiting. How long are you supposed to do this for?

Under the bra were two more little bits of black tape, cut into circles, which rest over your nipples. A bit bored, you idly bring a hand up to cup one of your boobs, lifting it a bit to get a better look at the tape over the nipple. Your hand sinks ever-so-slightly into the bottom of the soft breast, as normal (and as it should be), and you poke at the edge of the tape with your other hand. The edge comes up a bit with the pressure of your fingertips.

Hey, at least it seems like this tape won't hurt at all to take off when you're done, even if it's not the safest thing in the world. And it's really shiny and smooth too, which is nice. You sort of want to get a bunch of this stuff and wrap yourself in it like a mummy.

As you're thinking about that, and if you have enough brownie points with Penelope to ask her for a bunch of this stuff, you're startled by a creaking sound as the door slowly opens and some guy's backlit silhouette walks in. Ah! Your hands leave your boobs and flail around in the air before you snap to attention.

"Hello sir!" You say, saluting.

He shuts the door behind him, blocking out the light from the hall again. You can just barely make it out as his head moves to look you up and down, approvingly. After finishing his inspection, especially of your mostly-uncovered chest, he slowly makes his way over to you. You stay in your saluting position, shaking a bit from a combination of the cold and the nerves. Th-this is the guy..... this is the guy who's going to do stuff to your ass....

His hands roam your body, feeling up your breasts and then going lower to rub at the smooth black tape over your pussy. You shudder at the feeling and your eyes roll up just a bit, but he doesn't go any further than that before moving his focus topside again.

There's a sudden yelp in the room as you feel a hand smack your ass. Oh, it wait you that yelped. W-wait, did you just get spanked just now?

"Face down, ass up." He says. Those first words are concise enough, if a bit blunt. You slowly lower your saluting hand from your head, and wait for him to finish one last feeling up of your chest, before slowly lowering yourself down onto your knees on the spot and then bending over forwards.

Having assumed the position, without thinking, you find yourself waggling your behind at the man, as if to entice him in. As soon as you realise what you're doing your face burns bright red, and you stuff it down into the carpet, but you don't stop.