To the sauna

"Congratulations. You've been selected to visit the sauna," says Dennis, reading verbatim off one of the papers he's holding.

"Sauna?" I ask.

"Please let me finish... The sauna should be easy to find. Simply take the door to my left..." He points with his unoccupied hand. "...and walk to the end of the hallway. Turn left and enter the third door on your right. Undress in the anteroom and retrieve your complimentary towel from the stack on the bench. Then proceed through the door in the rear to the sauna room itself, where you will receive further instructions." He clears this throat. "Is all of that clear?"

"Yeah, I think so."

He sits down at his desk and looks at me expectantly.

"Oh, right!" I say, getting to my feet. "I'll...uh...just be going then."

"May your fantasy be everything you imagined," he says tonelessly in dismissal.

The corridors beyond the door are stark--undecorated gray concrete walls and stark fluorescent lighting. I find the anteroom Dennis mentioned easily enough, a tiled room with a couple of shower heads in one corner, but no partitions or curtains for privacy--not that anyone else is present. I strip down and place my clothes on the bench, then wrap myself in a towel. It's thick and fluffy, but not very big. Covering my boobs leaves my lower ass cheeks precariously exposed, my pussy briefly visible whenever I shift my stance.

The sweltering heat hits me in the face when I open the door to the sauna. Two other women are already present, sitting on the slatted wooden bench on the far side of the room. My mouth drops open when I recognize one of them as my roommate, Amber! The tiny elfin blonde smiles nervously at me. Her own towel is wrapped around her waist, her modest tits and bright pink nipples shamelessly exposed.

"What are you doing here?" I exclaim.

"Well, when you were talking about this place last night--I decided I had to try it for myself. It's not like my dating life's been going any better than yours." She bites her lip. "I didn't expect them to put us together like this, though."

"The algorithm chooses as it will," says the other woman. I look over at her. Unlike Amber or myself, she sits there completely naked, her towel tucked underneath her prodigious butt. She looks like she might be about forty, the total MILF package--a few wrinkles and sags, a little cellulite--but overall a kickass body with firm boobs and a flat stomach. I can only hope to look so good when I reach her age. Her dampened black hair comes down over her shoulders. Her thighs are shamelessly spread, exposing slightly opened labial lips amidst a tangle of curls.

"I'm Katrin, by the way," she continues. "I'll be your facilitator for this...session."

"Right." I look around. "So if this is my--our--sexual fantasy, then where are the men?"