Approaching The Desk

As you slowly approach the woman at the desk, you watch as she stops typing and looks up at you. On her bright red lips she wore a faint, sly smile that slightly unnerved you, but that being said, she was beautiful. She wore an orange transparent blouse with a white bikini top under it, and, from what you could see, her bust was easily an E-Cup.

The woman snaps her fingers, peering up at you. It snaps you out of your thoughts. “Ah. So you’re in there. Welcome to the Blackstar Resort! Are you here to book a stay or have you got a question to ask me?”

“Oh. Right. Uh… well… Who am I? I woke up on the beach just… well… yeah, the beach, and I can’t remember my name,” you pause and take a deep breath, “and what is this place? I don’t recognise it, for sure.”

“Oh. You’re dash-seven-four-nine!” She stands up, her smile beaming at you. For a fraction of a second, you notice a bulge at the front of her turquoise skirt. “Well… how can I put this? You pretty much decided to come here on your own accord, see? Almost like a holiday! You even consented to the mind-wipe, hun, and not many go through with it.”

Time seemed to stop as an overwhelming feeling to throw up started to build up. Whatever she was talking about, surely it wasn’t true? Is this an elaborate joke?

Once more, she snaps her fingers. “Hello? Yeah, here’s your sheet, hon. Have a look!”