You weigh the options.

You mind spins frantically, rebuking you for not having been more careful and for not reading the contract thoroughly. You cringe at the clause about not inflicting permanent damage or scarring, which leaves open a lot of painful or at least uncomfortable possibilities. You look at the crotchless panties on the bed, thinking of putting yourself on display for strangers, some of whom might...

What might they do Lisa? Might they grab you and control you? Finger you? Probe you? **** you?Fuck you? Your mind veers into a series of erotic images, of you in your maid uniform being bent over and freely used by strange men, of being spanked and humiliated, of being pushed to your knees and cocks rammed into your pleading mouth. You find yourself biting your lip and breathing deeply, staring at the uniform, your fingers rubbing your labia, feeling your juices flowing with hot eagerness.

You shudder and give yourself a little shake, trying to rid yourself of the arousing images and make an intelligent decision. The fact remains that if you don't do this, your landlord will start eviction provisions, and you and your room mates will quickly be homeless. Since you've already told them you've negotiated an extension, that would be immensely embarrassing, and probably end your friendship. Besides, the contract says that nothing will happen that will actually hurt you, and from the classes you've taken in contract law you know that contracts often include protective language that don't mean that everything up to the point excluded WILL happen, just that it MAY. With that happy thought, and a lingering memory of your erotic fantasies of a moment ago, you pick up the panties and tug them up your thighs.