Through The Double Doors

Feeling satisfied, Sam realized there were probably people waiting for him at orientation. Not wanting to get in trouble on his first day, he waved bye to Charlene one more time and walked through the double doors to begin what he assumed would be a tortuous summer defined by him sneaking pretending to have fun making bracelets and then getting yelled at fucking Charlene in the ass. (Did Charlene have a nice ass? He didn't even get a chance to look.)

He expected to find two burly, male orderlies on the other side of the doors waiting to put him in a straight jacket and escort him across some sad public space. It was worse than he expected.

On the other side of the double doors was a long hallway, the same width as the entrance way. Both sides of the hallway were lined with large metal doors. Each door was made of thick steel, with a small port-like window at eye level and a sliding space in the middle that looked like it was meant for a tray. "Are these cells?" He thought.

He was alone, though, which seemed odd. Cautiously, he began to walk down the hall. The first few doors he passed were either empty or had their ports covered by a small metal door.

About half-way down the hall, he heard a moan. He stopped. Looked around. "What the fuck?" He thought. Then a second, louder moan. It was definitely the sound of a woman having sex. His cock perked up at the sound. No matter how many times Sam would cum, he could always get it up if it meant he could fuck a girl. He started moving at a quicker pace. He started knocking on doors, but never got any responses.

After a few more doors, he found a door with an open porthole. He was shocked to find a black woman with long black hair sucking a hispanic man's extremely large cock. Her head bobbed up and down on his hard rod enthusiastically. She was only getting about half of his member in her mouth, but the guy didn't seem to mind. "Charlene should teach a class," he thought. The scene brought his member up to half-mast.

"Great," he thought. "I just got a blowjob and I'm still going to look embarrassingly horny in front of the docs."

Out of instinct Sam immediately stepped back. He looked down one of the hall, and then the other. He turned around and saw another open porthole. Inside, a tan woman was licking a pale redhead's pussy. The redhead gyrated, responding to the movement of her lover's tongue tracing her clit.

He didn't know what to make of any of this. Is this some kind of test? Is this like a detox zone for people to get shit out of their system? And where the fuck was his escort?

He couldn't help himself. He started stroking his cock while watching this woman bring her lover to the most tremendous female orgasm he'd ever seen...

"Wait a second," Sam realized. "I didn't hear that!"

He put his cock away. If he couldn't hear that redhead screaming, then the rooms had to be soundproofed, which meant the moaning he had been hearing was coming from an open door. He started walking the hall, fast. Finally, when he got to end of the hall, he found his open door on the right. Facing him, was another set of double doors. A sign at the top of the double doors showed an arrow with the word "orientation." The inside of the cell was dark and looked empty.