Escape

You turn and run. You aren't even sure which floor you entered. The hallway is dark. There are many doors. You hear moaning coming from behind one.

You pause and take a peek through the cracked open door. A young woman is bent over, her prodigious breasts flattened on a wooden desk, as a gray haired man in a pinstripe suit plows her. Her fishnet stockings and heavy makeup give her the look of a cheap whore. You hear a door open some distance behind you and you quickly decide to resume running.

You run right into what looks like a sitting room. A young woman sitting there looks up at you. Her expression becomes one of surprise.

"Um, hi Linda."

She has long shapely legs and a leather shirt so short that just about any movement would showcase her pussy to the world. Her hair is long and dyed blonde. She wears a corset which makes her look very sexy. Still she looks familiar.

You raise an eyebrow. "Lucy?"

"Yah, loving my new job. The best part is my boss offers protection from supernatural creatures."

You can't believe this is Lucy. She was a mousy college acquaintance of yours. Now she is here and offering you just what you need.

"Protection?"

"Best job in the world and I'm safe from anything. Farrua sees to that. She's just in that room there if you want protection."

"I might be interested."

Lucy smiles, and as if by magic, Farrua walks into the room. She is sexy and beautiful, but in a motherly sort of way. You exhale, immediately put at ease by this woman.

"Do you need protection from something or someone, dear?"

Even her voice is soothing. You nod.

She pulls a contract out from some unseen pocket.

"Just sign here and I'll see to it you are safe, dear."

The contract is written in tiny print on a two foot long piece of parchment paper. She proffers you a pen. Of course the first rule of contract law is never sign anything without reading it. Of course you are a lawyer, and there's always a loophole.

You here the sound of Charlotte bursting into the room. She looks pale, feral, and more buxom than you remember.

She snarls at you. "You ran, RAN from the Mistress!"

You have seconds to make up your mind, run, fight, or sign.