Alone in the Elevator

Alone in the elevator now, Rebecca watched nervously as the floors ticked off on her journey to the 2nd floor. As each floor number appeared above the door she expected the elevator to come to a halt to pick up new passengers, but it continued uninterrupted to her destination.

The doors slid open and the nude woman peered cautiously out of the elevator before stepping out into the corridor. About twenty feet away Rebecca saw a large potted floor plant and she scampered quickly to it, kneeling down behind it.

She took a minute to calm her nerves before peering out from behind the plant to survey the area. On each side of the corridor she saw hotel shops and boutiques, all of them darkened and shuttered. This would normally be a busy floor during business hours but at this time of night the area was deserted. There was no sign of the men’s restroom, though, and the clock was ticking so the young bride had **** but to get moving and look for it. She reluctantly left her hiding spot and began exploring.

“God, this is nuts,” she thought to herself. The whole thing seemed incredibly surreal, walking naked and handcuffed down the hallway of a large hotel. Six months ago she could never have imagined doing something like this. But six months ago she hadn’t yet met Andrew Compton.