Hesitant and Harried

I pause, thinking, before hesitantly nodding. I smiled their way, my voice unsteady in my ears, "Umm ... yea, sure. I won't mind, and I'm free soo ... why not?" I state, even as my mind races. Have I met them before? How do they know my new roommate, Michael? What did he tell them, exactly? Could this be his idea, or theirs? Perhaps, my mysterious admirer, with who I shared a rather intimate display of eroticism before?

I caught them smiling at me, and not missing a beat, let out a sigh, "Ok, let's go. Don't want to disappoint, right?" I watch as they nod, though my thoughts are more muddled, 'What have I just volunteered for?' and 'Just how far will I go to keep from disappointing them?'

My thoughts are quickly interrupted almost as soon as they started. He hits the button to resume the lift. Mere moments later, as we get underway, I feel the sudden sensation of my towel being undone, quickly leaving me standing there naked before them. I gasp, looking around every area before I turn to look in their direction, and I find the young woman has grabbed it and has quickly placed it over her right shoulder. She shoots me a smug, lopsided smile, clearly enjoying the sight of my naked body as looks me over carefully. I almost move to grab my towel back but decide against it, as I do not want to make a bad impression, and I manage to resist the urge to regain what little cover I had.

I stand there, as they remain quiet, leaving me naked before them, waiting for who knows what and only the sound of the lift to be heard as I'm made to wait. The lift soon stops, and soon I find myself on the ground floor. As the door opens, I feel a hand on each arm gently pulling me forward. I find my feet carrying me forward, even as I look back and forth, looking the pair in the face each turn. I'm quickly led out of the lift and quickly let into a room seemly bustling with people going this way and that. I've never seen it so busy.

I gasp, remembering how naked I was just then, and wonder if I could get out of this without drawing too much attention my way, but it's too late for that; as I watch, faces and eyes are already turning my way. At that moment, I hear the lift doors closing behind me, cutting off any avenue of escaping this. I **** myself to relax, my mind racing to come up with the best course of action.

So many strangers and their first encounter with me, their new tenet is me standing before them, completely naked. First impressions are important, but how can I make the best impression now?