Hall of Infinite Doors
The next day you meet Michelle at her room a couple minutes before five. She opens the door in a white button-up sweater. "I'm so glad you came. Here. We have to go up another floor." She leads you down to a room on the second floor and knocks. The door opens and she walks in.
Seated around the room are a half dozen other girls, each very attractive. Michelle sits on a bed and announces "This is the one. This is Chris."
"So," you stammer, "what seems to be the problem?"
"We're being blackmailed," says a black haired girl seated on the floor. "Yeah," says another. There is a slight murmur.
"Blackmailed how?" you ask. "I'm Jeanne" says a brunnette seated next to Michelle. "They took pictures of us and have threated to reveal them if we don't do what they want."
"Have you gone to the cops?" you ask.
"They said they'd do their worst if we did," says a blonde seated before you. She is about the prettiest girl that has ever talked to you. She goes on.
"I'm Cindy. They took pictures of us and then emailed us telling us that if we didn't do what they wanted, they would put them on the internet or send them to our parents and teachers. Here."
She shows you the email. It has some revealing pictures of her in her car, her dorm room and even one extremely compromising picture with a teacher.
"Have you seen them?" you ask.
There is a rumble of responses. Some have seen them at their windows and chased them away. Others only have the emails from a random hotmail account. It sounds like more than one person is involved.
"And what do they want?" you ask. "Mostly sex," says Cindy. "Maybe once every other week."
"Then don't you know who it is?" you ask.
"No," says the black haired girl. "They have all different kinds of people. Some clearly don't want sex. A lot of them are off campus. They're trying to control us. We've emailed that we'd be willing to pay, but nothing happens."
"One time I was asked to bring some money in my purse, and it was gone after he was done with me," says a buxom brunette seated on the bed. "I thought it was Stacey's boyfriend, but it was dark."
"How much was it?" you ask.
"Not much. Maybe three or four thousand. I don't remember. It was more to annoy me."
They continue for another half hour. They want you to use your "contacts" to figure out who may be doing it. You realize that you could use your cameras to do so.
"Do any of you have pending instructions?" you ask.
"I have one tomorrow," says the brunnette. "If you like, I'll show it to you afterwards." She is something hot to look at in her white skirt and pink halter top with the first two buttons undone. You feel the man juice flowing through your system.
Seated around the room are a half dozen other girls, each very attractive. Michelle sits on a bed and announces "This is the one. This is Chris."
"So," you stammer, "what seems to be the problem?"
"We're being blackmailed," says a black haired girl seated on the floor. "Yeah," says another. There is a slight murmur.
"Blackmailed how?" you ask. "I'm Jeanne" says a brunnette seated next to Michelle. "They took pictures of us and have threated to reveal them if we don't do what they want."
"Have you gone to the cops?" you ask.
"They said they'd do their worst if we did," says a blonde seated before you. She is about the prettiest girl that has ever talked to you. She goes on.
"I'm Cindy. They took pictures of us and then emailed us telling us that if we didn't do what they wanted, they would put them on the internet or send them to our parents and teachers. Here."
She shows you the email. It has some revealing pictures of her in her car, her dorm room and even one extremely compromising picture with a teacher.
"Have you seen them?" you ask.
There is a rumble of responses. Some have seen them at their windows and chased them away. Others only have the emails from a random hotmail account. It sounds like more than one person is involved.
"And what do they want?" you ask. "Mostly sex," says Cindy. "Maybe once every other week."
"Then don't you know who it is?" you ask.
"No," says the black haired girl. "They have all different kinds of people. Some clearly don't want sex. A lot of them are off campus. They're trying to control us. We've emailed that we'd be willing to pay, but nothing happens."
"One time I was asked to bring some money in my purse, and it was gone after he was done with me," says a buxom brunette seated on the bed. "I thought it was Stacey's boyfriend, but it was dark."
"How much was it?" you ask.
"Not much. Maybe three or four thousand. I don't remember. It was more to annoy me."
They continue for another half hour. They want you to use your "contacts" to figure out who may be doing it. You realize that you could use your cameras to do so.
"Do any of you have pending instructions?" you ask.
"I have one tomorrow," says the brunnette. "If you like, I'll show it to you afterwards." She is something hot to look at in her white skirt and pink halter top with the first two buttons undone. You feel the man juice flowing through your system.