The voice belongs to a tall, young, muscular man standing next to a shorter, young woman.

The voice I hear is not that of the speaking kind. Clearing his thoat, the man alerts me to his presence. Turning around, I mind to tighten my towel wrapped around my body. I turn around to see the young man leaning against the door in a carefree attitude with his companion leaning on the other door, with her back against it.

The young man looks like any common Khan family gang member but with a few differences. Like all the Khan family goons, running men, and right-hand men, this man leaning against the door leading out into the hallway wears sophisticated clothing. Such clothing include silk shirts and dress jackets. The only difference is that he wear the silk shirt untucked instead of tucked in and he wears Chuck Taylor canvas sneakers instead of dress shoes.

The young woman leaning with her back against the ornate door wears the same outfit that me and all the other girls wear but with differences as well as the young man's outfit. First of all she wears her long black hair down, draping behind her, instead of up in a hair-pulling hairstyle. Her hair, it seems, includes bangs that cover the right eye. Her outfit contrasts her hair, being a snow-shite color and having red-outlined flowers embedded on the fabric. The hems as well are threaded in red. The differences in her outfit are that instead of a short skirt at the bottom of the garment, long pieces of fabric continue down until they reach the ground, almost touching it. The long pieces of fabric seem to be overlapping each other around the young woman's legs, making an illusion that they form a single gown. What can't be seen is her acryllic, lace-up stillettos adorning her feet.

"You must be Charlene," the young man speaks directly to me. With a smile finishing up his saying, he looks like he hasn't even reached the age of 24 yet.

"Yes. I am," I respond, minding to strengthen my guard up but ignoring the fact that I am speaking in a rebellious, almost teenager-like voice back the man.

With a simple lifting of her head, the woman situated next to the young man, tries to assures me, "Don't worry Charlene. We're not here to hurt you, and we're not here to fuck you by the way. I don't want any residue getting on this dress."

"So what are you here for?" I ask, still in a rebellious attitude.

"We're here to help you, Charlene," the young man tells me though I can't stop to think that he trying to trick me.

I dare myself to clarify with them why they are here in the room staring down a half-naked woman in a towel. I decide to ask a more important question. "Who are you two anyway?"

Shock to the fact that they haven't introduced themselves, the young man immediately gives me an answer, "Oh sorry, Charlene. I am Takashi and this in my companion Emi. We are what you call a 'Welcome Committee' or the 'Initiation Team.' We show you how much it takes to be you and what you will do."

"Uh...I don't get it," confused to the constant beating around the bush speech of Takashi. I have an idea of what he is talking about, but I don't really want to think about it right now.

"I told you not to avoid the point when speaking to first-timers, Tak!" Emi pushes herself off from the door and slaps Takashi good in the back of his head with her hand. "I know how to show her, just watch." Emi walks past Takashi and walks towards me. I hold my towel tightly against my body and by instinct, as Emi closes in on me, my body moves back, backed up against the ornate dresser. With such motion and agility, Emi removes my arms and hand from its crossed position on my chest and pulls them aparts. With a continuing motion, she unravels the towel exposing me to both her and Takashi.

"What are you doing?" I lash out at her, but unable to push myself off the dresser. In this position I am looking up at Emi. If I put on my heels, I would be looking straight at her.

"What do you feel right now, Charlene? Do you feel exposed?" she asks me bluntly.

Observing my current position, I am in quite of a pinch. I am stuck in between a dresser and a young woman who knows what she is saying. To be honest I do feel like I have no say in what happens next and that it excites me to the point that my breathing subtly quickens and my pussy starts to get wet. I reply to Emi my mood, "I do feel kinda weird."

Immediately after saying my honest feeling, Emi asks me, "Where?"

I continue responding with honest answers, "Here," I point to my chest, right in between my two nicely formed breasts, "and here," I innocently point to my pussy, which I could tell pretty well was saturated with juices.

"Hmm...Let's see," Emi continues, now cupping her hand against my pussy. I feel new sensations as she cups my nether regions, like something bottling up inside to the point that it's going to burst. I feel more new sensations as Emi slides her hand up towards my belly, in turn wiping the juices off of my pussy lips. As her hand leaves my body, I enter a brief state of euphoria, my eyes look up into my eyelids, as if I'm possessed. My breathing goes out of control, quicken one second and stopping the other.

It is obvious that both Emi and Takashi can see the effect of just a few touches to one's body. I am seen biting my lip in pleasure, trying to at least get a hold of myself. This gives Emi enough time to get ahold of me by my shoulders and faces me towards Takashi.