Take the Exit

Sam walked over to the door with the window, which would have been the exit in the original room. He tried to look through the window first, but a blinding light coming through made it impossible to see the other side. That only caused him to hesitate for a moment before opening the door and walking through it.

The other side was... Not the exit. Instead there was, unsurprisingly, a woman waiting for him. He turned to retreat, but the door locked behind him. It was a trap.

She was pretty tall -- at least 5'10" -- had caramel skin, large hazel eyes, and the most curvaceous body he'd ever seen. Thicc, stacked, every word you could think of. Her breasts, barely contained by a white button-down blouse, had to be F cups at least. Her ass, despite being wrapped up tight in a shiny blue pencil skirt, was wide but shapely. If you told him the peach emoji was based on her butt in that moment, he'd have believed you.

The woman was standing slightly above him on a round, white platform in the center of the room. He couldn't really see anything else: There were bright lights arranged to make avoiding her gaze very painful.

"Hello Sam," she called to him.

"Hi," he replied nervously, one hand shading his eyes. He decided to ask the dumb question; "Shouldn't this be the way out of the maze?"

The woman flashed him a quick "isn't that cute" smile, then feigned concern. "Oh no... Where did you get that idea? This is definitely not the exit. But it may just be the perfect place for you to be."

A staircase extended from inside the platform and she walked down, every drop-step made every sexy inch of her jiggle, which made every sexy inch of his cock wiggle in anticipation.

She strode up to Sam confidently, leaning down slightly to get in very close and whisper in his ear. "My name is Amy. I'm the head of 'talent acquisition' for the creative division of the company that runs camp. We are going to have so much fun."

Sam didn't know there was a "creative division." He also didn't know what that had to do with tests he was going through.

"Hi, Amy," he tried to sound flirtatious to mask his confusion. "I'm just a sex addict. What do you want me for?"

"Because..." she said as she stood up straight up and snapped her fingers, "We're going to make some fucking porn!"

When she snapped, the lights changed. He could now see the full room: Behind the platform, there was a set, surrounded by a camera crew. Amy grabbed his hand and walked him over.