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Chapter 14 by sammycolt sammycolt

Where are they? What will they do next?

They enter a bath house with a twist

Jessica felt the warm summer breeze against her pussy as Stefan pulled her along, his grip on her arm tight, almost painful, leaving no doubt who was in control.

They were in a nice neighborhood, the buildings around were clean and nice, not a living area, but definitely not in the city center either. Confused she looked at the huge house they were heading towards.

It looked old, with a certain grace to it, bright, but the stylistic elements made her think that it had been here for a while. Over the door that Stefan led her towards with firm strides was a sign. “Zwembad” it read, though Jessica had no idea what that meant. The slight wind brought a light, chemical smell to her nose: Chloride.

“Where are we going?” she asked Stefan as she followed him up a wide pair of stairs towards the entrance.

“Swimming!” Stefan smiled, leaving it at that as he pulled the heavy door open, holding it ajar for the now even more confused Jessica.

“Swimming?” she asked, her mind struggling to put the pieces together, but she stepped inside after a short moment of hesitation, “But I… I don’t have a swimsuit with me…”

“Not a problem!” Stefan grinned, following her inside, his hand now nonchalantly placing itself on her butt as he led her into the lobby. The smell of chlorine grew stronger inside, indicating that there was a big pool somewhere in the building.

“What do you mean?” Jessica was completely confused now, she actually froze, looking at her companion.

“Means that you won’t need a swimsuit in here!” Stefan chuckled at her puzzlement, giving her a reassuring wink, “There is no requirement for that here! It’s a nudist bath house!”

Jessica’s jaw dropped at the revelation. Wide-eyed she gaped at the German, thinking she must have misunderstood. “You’re joking, right?”

Her question made the man laugh slightly. “You wanted to experience something special… here is something special!”

“You… you expect me to wander around naked in there?” she was flabbergasted, “There’s PEOPLE in there! I can’t do that!”

Stefan smirked, letting go of her butt and instead he took both of her hands into his in an effort to reassure her. “Nobody’s gonna recognize you, I promise! All they are going to see is a nice pair of tits, a bald, pretty cunt and a spectacularly tight butt!”

Jessica blushed, even more so when she realized his crude words turned her on even more. Her mid was a mess anyway after what Stefan had just put her through in the cab. This wasn’t making her think better.

“You are on the other side of the world! If anyone is gonna suspect Jessica Alba to be in Amsterdam the LAST place they’ll suspect you is here! You’re safe!” he lifted his hand and softly stroked her cheek, “If it makes you feel safer you can still keep those sunglasses on… they cover your identity quite well!”

Jessica swallowed. His words actually made sense to her, though she feared that might have had something to do with the aroused state of her pussy!

“Just think about it!” Stefan wrapped up his sales pitch with a cheeky smirk on his face, “All those people in there, men and women, are going to be naked as well, but they are going to LUST after you! They are going to look at you, not recognize you but still want you! If you ever felt empowered by people craving you, then this is going to be a whole other league! I promise you the rush of a lifetime!”

Jessica’s mouth opened and closed without a sound as she stared at the German, unable to bring out a word. The whole situation, the choice he was giving her here, it was just overwhelming!

Stefan gave her a peck on the cheek. “It is your decision, Jessica. I won’t twist your arm! However, I will go inside now! I have to. You know that business meeting I mentioned earlier that I’d have to attend?” She nodded, vaguely remembering him saying something like that what felt like ages ago. “It is a rather informal affair… It is in there!”

With that, Stefan turned, leaving Jessica to stand in the middle of the bath house’s lobby as he headed for the reception, her mind awhirl.

She had a decision to make: Do what her brain told her or do what her pussy told her?!

What part of Jessica is going to make her decision? Her mind or her pussy?

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