Hall of Infinite Doors
You slip into the bathroom and shut the door almost all the way. You can just peep out a bit. Almost immediately the front door opens and the white haired man walks in followed by Nikky. He shuts the door behind him and opens the closet door.
Your heart sinks as you knew that was where you were going to hide.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," says the man.
"So you're Peter?" asks Nikky.
"That's what they call me," replies Peter cheerfully. "Why don't you head to the bathroom to change?"
Nikky turns and begins walking right at you. You duck away and slip into the shower stall not a moment too soon. The light goes on and you hear Nikky hum the tune to the smurfs as she changes.
Soon the light is off again. You slip out from behind the plastic curtain and see Nikky walking back toward Peter with her top and skirt in one hand and her heels in the other. On her body hangs a black bikini with a sarong skirt. She's hot. By now Peter is holding a large digital camera with a zoom lens. "You know," says Peter, "a lot of girls are wearing their heels with their suits."
"Really?!" asks Nikky in bewilderment. Nikky sits on a couch facing you and leans over to put her high heels on. Her voluptuous boobs hang down.
"I'm going to set up this video camera here for the 'making of' video," says Peter, as he hefts a tripod in place across from her. A wall blocks your view of most of the camera, but it is clear that he is getting a great shot.
Nikky switches legs and begins wrapping the straps of her other heel around her luscious leg. "Did you just drop a contact?" asks Peter suddenly.
"A contact?!" asks Nikky. She slides off the couch and on to all fours and begins scouring the carpet carefully. "A contact?" she asks again. "I don't think so. I don't even wear contacts." Peter moves the camera about discreetly as she searches the floor. Then he takes a couple pictures with his camera.
"I don't see anything," she says in frustration.
"I was almost positive," explains Peter. He stops her and asks her to sit in a chair next to the couch so as to do her long, blonde hair, which looks perfect already, along with her delicate features. "Your hair looks so great," he explains, do you mind if I get a couple shots?"
"No, not at all," replies Nikky, flattered.
Peter begins taking shots, but it is clear from your vantage that he is panning her cleavage and not her hair.
After several more pictures he suggests they go outside for the photoshoot. They walk past your hiding spot, into the kitchen and out the back door. You hear the door shut and then there is silence.
Your heart sinks as you knew that was where you were going to hide.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," says the man.
"So you're Peter?" asks Nikky.
"That's what they call me," replies Peter cheerfully. "Why don't you head to the bathroom to change?"
Nikky turns and begins walking right at you. You duck away and slip into the shower stall not a moment too soon. The light goes on and you hear Nikky hum the tune to the smurfs as she changes.
Soon the light is off again. You slip out from behind the plastic curtain and see Nikky walking back toward Peter with her top and skirt in one hand and her heels in the other. On her body hangs a black bikini with a sarong skirt. She's hot. By now Peter is holding a large digital camera with a zoom lens. "You know," says Peter, "a lot of girls are wearing their heels with their suits."
"Really?!" asks Nikky in bewilderment. Nikky sits on a couch facing you and leans over to put her high heels on. Her voluptuous boobs hang down.
"I'm going to set up this video camera here for the 'making of' video," says Peter, as he hefts a tripod in place across from her. A wall blocks your view of most of the camera, but it is clear that he is getting a great shot.
Nikky switches legs and begins wrapping the straps of her other heel around her luscious leg. "Did you just drop a contact?" asks Peter suddenly.
"A contact?!" asks Nikky. She slides off the couch and on to all fours and begins scouring the carpet carefully. "A contact?" she asks again. "I don't think so. I don't even wear contacts." Peter moves the camera about discreetly as she searches the floor. Then he takes a couple pictures with his camera.
"I don't see anything," she says in frustration.
"I was almost positive," explains Peter. He stops her and asks her to sit in a chair next to the couch so as to do her long, blonde hair, which looks perfect already, along with her delicate features. "Your hair looks so great," he explains, do you mind if I get a couple shots?"
"No, not at all," replies Nikky, flattered.
Peter begins taking shots, but it is clear from your vantage that he is panning her cleavage and not her hair.
After several more pictures he suggests they go outside for the photoshoot. They walk past your hiding spot, into the kitchen and out the back door. You hear the door shut and then there is silence.