He Pushes the Button, of course

Sam sat at the table, grabbed the disc, and pushed the button. There was a loud buzz, then a metallic squeal as the door opened for a tall, tan, devilish woman in a tight red cocktail dress. She flipped her long, raven-black hair back behind head as she walked in, fully revealing a pair of big, round breasts popping out the top of her dress. Sam started to get up to catch the door, but it slammed shut before he could even pull out his chair. The woman wagged a finger playfully as she walked his way.

"Nuh, uh, uh," she said, a wide grin slipping across her ruby red lips. "Did you really think we were just going to let you go like that?"

Even as Sam's heart sank, his cock continued to rise. This woman was standing in his way, but every inch of her oozed pure sex. He had no idea what was going on, but now that she was here he was just a little bit less worried about getting out.

The woman moved to the seat across from his, put her hands on the back of the chair and bent forward, pushing his gaze down the valley between her perfectly round tits. After letting him take a good long look, the woman snapped her fingers, prompting him to break his dead stare.

"Well, well," the woman said. "What do we have here?"

"I, I'm Sam. Sam Archer. I'm running through a maze for one of Dr. Vandersloot's tests. And I was wondering..."

"I ask the questions around here, Sam," she interrupted. "I know your name and I know about the maze, obviously. What I want to know is why you're here. Most of the men spend years in treatment before Vandersloot even considers running them through the maze. What makes you so special, huh?"