The wrong door.

Beth finished up Peter's massage, and took a quick break to allow the couple to change positions, so she could work on Jenny instead. They continued to banter playfully with her: Peter had no shame in waching hungrily while she worked his fiancee's back. Their conversation started going in an odd direction. They asked her some questions about her personal life. Nothing that crossed the line to the point where Beth didn't want to answer, but she got the sense that she was... interviewing. Peter, in particular, had taken on a slightly formidable tone, and she couldn't help but be slightly entranced by his gaze. She ended up knocking over her bottle of massage oil, spilling it down the front of her outfit.
"Damn it!" she couldn't believe she'd been so clumsy. "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened there."
Peter seemed to know her thoughts as he smiled. "It's okay. Why don't you clean yourself up. The downstairs bathroom is out of order right now, but if you go upstairs, the bathroom is on your first right."
"Thanks. I'm sorry about that."
"Don't worry. It happens." Jenny seemed as if she was trying hard to hold something in, like she knew a secret she wasn't telling. It was all very strange. Beth headed upstairs sheepishly. First door on the left... man. That was so embarrassing. Peter was just looking at me. Why did I get so flustered.
His eyes...though. Have they always been so... penetrating? So confident? Jenny's a lucky...
Her thoughts died as she opened the door. This wasn't a bathroom.

Beth gasped. It was a bedroom that was filled and decorated with bondage gear, and bondage furniture. Oh my... Her loins twitched as she took it in... The X cross.... the pillory, the rack of paddles and whips. The shackles, collars, cuffs... the bed with straps and chains ready to tie a submissive down.
"What do you think?" She was so enraptured that she hadn't heard Jenny or Peter follow her up.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry...you said the first door on the right! Didn't you?" She was mortified, but the couple just smiled.
"You didn't do anything wrong." Jenny said, voice as smooth as butter.
"Jenny... she has a good sense for people. She thought that seeing my... 'lair' as she calls it, wouldn't freak you out."
God...how? How did she know? They had never spoken of this kind of stuff. But Beth couldn't deny the excitement she had felt, looking at all the pretty toys and imagining her own body being restrained...and punished... and fucked.
"I...I.... I'm sorry... I don't follow..."
"Would you be opposed to an early dinner with us, around 5?" Jenny continued.
"We're your last appointment of the day, correct?" Peter chimed in. I did tell them that.
"Y-yes..."
"Good. And you don't have dinner plans, do you?" Jenny picked right up for her fiancee.
"N-no..."
"What do you say? Why don't you go home and change into something more comfortable and meet us back here then? I'm making my signature Veal Saltimbocca with risotto and green beans."
"To die for." Jenny seemed to lay multiple meanings in her words that made Beth shiver.
"O...okay." she was nodding in agreement before she knew it. Brian's going to be gone all night. Why shouldn't I enjoy a nice dinner with them?
Oh... maybe the ROOM YOU'RE STANDING IN?!?
I'm sure... they just want to...
She had no idea what they wanted... but she couldn't overcome her curiosity to find out.
Soon, she was driving home to change clothes, a thousand thoughts rushing by too fast to hold on to. A text message from Brian broke through her thoughts, and she tried to read it at a red light.

Brian: almost forgot to tell you
Brian: my brother Kyle got his discharge, and he landed in town today. He's crashing on the couch until he finds a place
Brian: hope you get this before you get home

She had no brain processing power to even be annoyed that this arrangement had been made without talking to her about it. Sure. Fine. Whatever.

Beth: okay. some clients invited me for dinner
Brian: oh okay i guess Kyle and I can go out and catch up then
Beth: yeah sounds great. You two should do that.

When she got home, Kyle Jackson was asleep on her couch. He had been deployed in Syria, if she remembered correctly, so jet lag was probably taking a toll on him. She slipped upstairs as quietly as possible to shower, shave and put on something....nice.

She was hoping that it wasn't either too formal or too casual. When 4:30 rolled around, she slipped out as quietly as she had come home, and Kyle remained snoring away in the couch. Beth drove back to the Collins's home, knees shaking and blood pumping, not knowing what was in store.