The weekend begins

Candy slipped the rucksack off your shoulders and proceeded go investigate its contents in front of you.

"You really didn't need to bring any of this, Sam," she told you, pulling out t-shirts and underwear. "It's not like you'll be using any of it. Sweet!" Candy exclaimed as she found your wallet.

"Hey!" you protest as she pockets your money.

"Don't worry, Sam, I'll keep it safe for you. Now, I'll need the rest of your possessions as well." Candy indicated for you to undress.

"Seriously?"

"Oh, Sam, you didn't think I'd let you keep your clothes on, did you?"

"Well no...but I thought you'd leave it a bit longer-"

"Enough talking. Strip."

Reluctantly, you remove your jacket and pull your t-shirt over your head. Crouching down, you untie and remove your shoes and slip off your socks. Rising shakily, you unbuckle your belt and yank your jeans down your legs and over your bare feet.

Candy collects every discarded item, stuffing all of them into your bag. She winks at you as she pockets your phone.

Unable to make eye contact, you slip your fingers inside your underwear and prepare to pull them down. But before you can do so, Candy speaks.

"You know what, keep them on for now. There's no reason to rush into things. We've got all weekend, after all. I'll take all this, you go and make yourself comfortable."

You thought making you strip down to your underwear the moment you arrived was rushing things, but you were just grateful that Candy had let you keep some of your dignity for a while longer.

You pad through to the lounge...and immediately throw yourself down on the couch. The curtains were wide open! Anyone walking past would see you!

Candy returns a few minutes later, switching on the TV and dropping onto the other couch across the room.

"Err...Candy?" you ask. "Do you think we could maybe close the curtains?"

"Why?" she asks innocently.

"If someone walks past, I don't really want them seeing me like this." But as you spoke, you saw in horror that the curtains had been removed.

"Nah, I think it's better like this."

She turned back to her phone. What was she doing? Was she simply scrolling social media? Or was she telling her friends to get here ASAP? Or worse, arranging all the humiliating activities she surely had planned for you?

You try to ignore her and focus on the TV.