At the gate, yes

You've always been a prompt individual, so, even though you're dreading what's in store for you, you're on the road early enough that you think you'll arrive at least 10 minutes early. Unfortunately, a small fender bender on the way up to the resort causes delays and you only arrive at the gate to the resort precisely at 6 p.m.

The guard barely acknowledges you as you pull in front of the gate to the resort. He simply says "welcome to Endeavor Resort. Keycard." Holding out his hand. You're slightly relieved he doesn't ask for a name. Handing over your keycard you watch as he runs it through a scanner. His demeanor quickly changes as a red light pops up on top of the monitor. You're pretty sure he makes a dismissive grunting sound as he reads the screen. Turning back to you he looks in the backseat of the car and then at you. His eyes linger, scanning up and down your body. "You're late," he says leaning on the side of the booth and starting to draw on a map.

Looking at the clock it says 6:01 p.m. "Only a minute," you reply a little annoyed.

He shakes his head and hands the map to you. It's of the resort and he's drawn little arrows along the road to a building all the way at the back of the property. "By the time you get to your building, you'll be 10 minutes late. She isn't going to be thrilled. Follow those arrows," he hands you back the keycard.

As the gate rises and you drive in you follow the winding directions on the map. You're nervous, of course, but as you go deeper into the resort you can't help but feel excited. You see plenty of men and every single one has a beautiful woman hanging off of his arm. Most of the women are dressed in sexy but elegant gowns with flowing blonde hair. A handful of women have raven hair and are dressed in French Maid uniforms. You're pretty sure the maids are the help while the women in gowns are the escorts. Your cock is tenting your pants by the time you reach your destination at the far side of the resort. Maybe your blackmailer has simply been messing with you and planned to invite you here to discuss options. After you agree to maybe split half, you hate it but you can live with it, you'll have the run of the resort.

You grab the box from the trunk of your car and smile at it. Obviously, a prop to mess with your head. Carrying it up the stairs to room 168 you slide the keycard in and enter.

"You're fucking late," a woman's voice says as soon as the door closes. Standing in front of you in the darkened room is a tall sexy woman. She's wearing a tight black leather corset that pushes up her exposed breasts. Her legs are bare all the way down to her knees where they enter stunning heeled boots. Your best guess is that the heel is at least six inches. She's beautiful with black bangs that hang down on either side of her perfectly made-up face.

In spite of her admonishment, you can't help but feel excited. Clearly, you were right and the blackmailer has set you up with a hot escort. "Sorry," you say placing the box on the bed, "unexpected traffic." Grinning from cheek-to-cheek, "so how does this work?" You ask having never paid for a prostitute in your life.

She crosses her arms and doesn't crack a smile. "You should have planned ahead. You've used one of your three strikes. From now on any slip-up and you'll be severely punished. Now strip." Okay, you think, clearly, the blackmailer chose a dominatrix type. This is new for you. With your boss's wife, you were always the dominant one, but you can roll with this. Excited, you strip down as she commands, feeling a little awkward when she doesn't do the same. "No foreplay, I can work with that," you say and step toward her with your cock at full mast.

Her gloved hand slaps you square in the chest. Halting your approach and knocking a burst of air out of your lungs. She laughs "what the fuck are you doing, worm? You don't get to touch me. Especially not with" she looks down at your cock "that." She reaches down and her hand brushes your cock but doesn't touch it. Instead, you scream when she pulls a couple of pubic hairs out of your skin.

"AH! What the fuck, lady!?"

"This hair won't do," she says holding the pubes in front of your face. "There's a jar of Nair in the bathroom. I expect you to take care of everything below your nostrils."

You're frozen in your spot as your brain processes what the woman just told you. "Are- are you serious?" you ask.

She frowns. "Your owner said you might be resistant and combative," she turns away and picks up a tablet. Tapping the screen she opens up an email. "And to show you this if you hesitate."

Your eyes read the screen:

"Show him this email if he hesitates even once. {first_name}, you've been warned. Alexandra knows you have three strikes. Use them all up and she'll walk out, message me, and I'll ruin you. You will do EVERYTHING she asks of you. Now apologize for whatever you refused to do and listen like a good little slut."

She places the tablet on the table as you start to understand this was not going to go the way you hoped.

"I get paid no matter what," she says, "so I'll let you put your clothes on and leave. Of course, I'll tell your owner that you walked out. Your choice. Nair and obedience?"

"I don't even know what's happening here?" you almost yell. Hands drifting in front of your now deflated cock.

She grins. "There's only one way to find out. All you need to do is do what you're told and learn to enjoy your new life." She laughs, "it's simple. In fact, you're pretty lucky that someone is paying for me on your behalf. You'd be surprised how much men are willing to pay for my transformation training. I'm not cheap like the whores at this resort."

The phrase 'transformation training' hangs in the air. You look at your clothes folded on the bed and consider the Nair in the bathroom.