The bartender

Matthew takes you up to the bar, and introduces you to the bartender. "Hey Hunter" he calls out to him above the din. "This is our new girl, Marie. She comes to us highly recommended by Rachel. Set her up with a sex on the beach."

"Nice to meet you" Hunter smiles. "Sex on the beach? You'll love my special mix!" He goes right to work on mixing your drink.

Wait a minute! Did he just say Rachel recommended you? And he called you by your real name! How on earth did he know that? "Umm, how did you know my real name?" you ask. You're sure you didn't tell him.

"She told us last night you would be coming. She even gave us a description of you" says Matthew. "In fact, she's sitting right over there in the corner." He points over to the far corner.

Sure enough, you look over to the corner where Matthew is pointing, and there sits Rachel with a bundle of clothes. But they're not just any clothes, they're your clothes! She holds up a pair of nasty looking scissors that look like they could cut through anything as she smiles wickedly at you. Hunter sets your sex on the beach beside you on the bar. "Drink up, sweetheart" he says. "It'll take the edge off of the first night jitters. It'll have you fucking like a pro."

As you take the drink in your hand, Matthew takes you by the arm and escorts you in the direction of Rachel's table. You feel trapped and helpless without your clothes. You know you have **** but to stay and face her, even if they would allow you to wear their costumes home. You'd have a hard time explaining why you came home dressed like a whore. Still there's something about this situation that has you excited that you can't even begin to explain. Is it possible you like the way Rachel treats you?