The Sexscape Room: Camila

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"Girl, you sound stressed as hell. You gotta do something to work that frustration out. When was the last time you got laid?"

My friend Aisha always knew how to be straightforward and blunt. I called her to vent about work and it seemed like she already had a solution lined up for me.

"I have no idea...probably when I was with Paul?" I replied, not really sure since it had been a while.

"Camila! That was like... how many years ago? Damn, what's the matter with you? No wonder you are wound up so tight that you're ready to fly off into space or some shit," Aisha loudly replied on the phone.

"I know, I know," I paused and rubbed my face in frustration before I pulled my long brown hair with blonde highlights behind me and continued, "It just hasn't been a priority at all. You know how I wanted to go all-in on my business and I guess I just lost myself in work."

It was a totally honest answer. I knew how many small businesses failed and I was determined to not be one of those people. I commonly worked twelve-hour days and hounded my employees constantly to deliver 110%. To be honest, that was probably why my employees called me 'Cruella' behind my back instead of 'Camila".

I couldn't help myself though. I needed to be in control of everything, which was also partially why I didn't bother to date. Since I was in total control throughout the day, I really wanted a guy who would take control of me and our relationship outside of work. I always found it really hot when a guy could tell me what to do and boss me around, but apparently, it was impossible to find that kind of dominant guy given my bitch boss personality.

"Mmm Hmm, that there is the problem Cammy. I think I've got just the thing for you too. Have you heard of an Escape Room?" I heard Aisha ask me.

"Yeah, I think so. It's that game thing where you go into a room and you have to collect clues to solve different types of physical puzzles or use logic in order to escape right? To be real with you, I don't know how a lame game like that would help me," I said back to her, already kind of dismissive.

"Trust, girl, trust. There is a new place called 'The Sexscape Room', and it's like an Escape Room, but it's hot, steamy, fun, and well, sexy. I did it after a friend recommended it to me and it is something else, let me tell you. I really think you should try it cause you'd love it and I think it would definitely melt away some of your stress. Here, let me send you a link since it's referral only."

"Alright, I'll take a look at it," I promised back to her.

I eventually saw that it was close to midnight and told Aisha that it was getting late and I should probably head off to bed. We said our goodbyes, and I tossed my phone on my couch. I took a deep sigh and reached for the glass of wine that I poured myself earlier. Drinking wine was one of the only ways I knew how to de-stress after a long day. It wasn't long before I finished that glass and poured myself another one.

Before I knew it, I managed to get through at least half of the wine bottle and I was feeling incredibly tipsy. I grabbed my phone and saw a message from Aisha with a link to that thing she mentioned earlier. I had no intention of seriously looking into it earlier, but after half a bottle of wine, I was feeling a bit more curious.

The website had shockingly little information on it. It only had a short description that read:

'The Sexscape room allows you to experience sexual fantasies in secrecy and security. Take our survey to tell us about yourself and the choice will be yours.'

I couldn't help but burst out a laugh after reading it. I repeated 'Sexscape Room' out loud and giggled incessantly at the word. I scrolled down further and saw the survey the description talked about. Oh why not, this shit was hilarious.

In my tipsy state, I started to fill out all of the requested information. Even kinda drunk, I thought it was weird that they asked so many questions about my physical features like bra size, height, weight, and whatnot, but I happily filled it out. It even asked me questions about what I was into sexually and my kinks. I then saw they had a free appointment slot on Saturday.

In the end, I broke out my credit card and paid the one-thousand dollar fee without even realizing what I was doing. By this point, the bottle of wine was completely empty and I was pretty damn drunk. It wasn't long after that I passed out where I was.

I woke up from my phone alarm the next morning and realized that I was still on my couch. My head was pounding like crazy and the sunlight through the window was painful. I looked around and saw the empty bottle of wine and grimaced. Dammit, I must have passed out after drinking again.

I slowly got up and headed to the bathroom where I started my normal morning routine before going to work. After showering, I caught my 5'6" naked body reflected in the mirror and I paused to appreciate my figure. I was 27, but I felt like my body still looked like it did at 18. My skin was tight, smooth, and naturally tanned due to my Brazilian heritage. I was addicted to yoga, so my body was thin and in shape even though I didn't do any real athletic activity.

My proudest assets were my breasts though. They were a size D-cup, but were still extremely perky and sat high on my chest. They seemed to still defy gravity and I'm sure some people thought I got a boob job, but they were completely natural with small sensitive nipples. While I wished my ass was bigger to match my breasts, it was perfectly round and nicely filled out any tight pants I had on, especially my yoga pants. I would always notice guys at the yoga studio staring at my ass, but I never had any time to pay attention to it.

Since I had an amazing body, it would be nice to dress sexy and make heads turn. However, as a strong female boss, I needed my employees to respect and be intimidated by me, not ogle me. I put on a loose blouse and some slacks that barely did anything for my figure and headed out for the office.

The workday went by like a blur as it normally did. Before I knew it, the sun had already set, and I was the last person in the office. I decided to get up and stretch when I noticed a notification on my phone. It was a text from Sexscape Room reminding me that I had a reservation tomorrow afternoon and that there were no refunds.

I panicked a little bit. Holy shit, no no no. I completely forgot about that damn website Aisha linked me. I winced as I remembered fragments of last night and especially remembered the one-thousand dollar fee. No refunds too! Shit!

I mean, I could simply not go and lose the money. But a thousand dollars was a lot of money. Maybe it could be fun and sexy? Aisha said she did it and enjoyed it, so I guess it can't be that bad. A phone call soon came in about a problem with an order and I decided to deal with it later since I had another fire to put out.

It was late before I left the office and went home. I immediately stripped down to my underwear and crawled into bed because I was so tired. I woke up the next morning when my phone pinged from a notification. I groggily reached over to my phone and saw it was another reminder from Sexcape Room about my reservation...in an hour?! Shit, I forgot all about it again.

I groaned angrily as I got out of bed. This thing had better be fucking worth it or I swore I would kill Aisha. I had no idea what to expect, so I took a super quick shower and put my hair up in a bun. After getting out and putting on some makeup, I dressed in a basic t-shirt and jeans.

I left my luxury high-rise condo and drove to the address from the website. It was a nondescript looking building and I was concerned whether this was the right place. I got out of my car and went to the only door I could see and saw that in small writing it had 'The Sexscape Room' on it. I guess this was the right place after all. I really hoped this place wasn't a dive or dingy at all.

Once I walked in, I entered a hallway that was dimly lit with purple lights. I walked to the very end, and I saw a more grandiose sign for The Sexscape Room and another door with an iPad that prompted you to enter your phone number. I assumed this was the check-in and after entering my phone number, it gave me a welcome message and instructed me to put my belongings, along with my phone, in a secure locker. Once done, I heard the second door unlock and open slightly. I took a deep breath and walked in.

I thought I would enter the main lobby or something, but this place seemed to be fully automated. I was in a large room that was illuminated with those same soft purple lights from the hallway. After checking out the space, there were three other doors in front of me on the far end of the room. There was a large neon sign above the doors that said, 'Choose your desire'.

I crossed my arms protectively as I walked further in and inspected the three doors. Each door had a silhouette of a woman in what appeared to be different outfits: A dress, a school uniform, and a bikini. Well, this was all very weird. Was this like the first puzzle or something? Was there a specific door I was supposed to go through?

I took a step back and read the neon sign again and decided that I was supposed to just choose one of the doors. I reached up to my hair still in a bun and twirled one of the stray strands while I pondered what I wanted to do. This was such a ridiculous situation. Why the hell did I ever decide to go through with this?

I sighed in frustration and decided to pick the door with the dress. I didn't know if part of the game would involve me wearing one or whether it just represented a setting, but either way, I rationalized that a dress could be cute and make me feel sexy. I let go of twirling my hair and walked right up to the door and saw that there was a smartphone on a pedestal next to it. On the screen was a message that read, 'Take me'.

I grabbed the phone and I walked through the door. I entered what appeared to be a fairly large bedroom. Unlike the rooms earlier, it was well lit and completely furnished. There were dressers and tables that lined the walls, a large bed off to the side, and another door on the sidewall. This seemed rather quaint all things considered. It also felt warm and homely too. I guess the interior decorator they hired did a good job. Once I took a few steps inside, the door behind me closed heavily.

The new phone I was holding pinged and the screen lit up. I brought it in front of me and it said that I had a new unread message from a 'Johnny', whoever that was. I tapped into it and it appeared to be a video message.

I tapped again to play it and saw a headshot of an incredibly handsome guy smiling with messy blonde hair and startling blue eyes. The guy, Johnny I presumed, angled the phone on a counter and I could now see his shirtless torso too. I couldn't help but gulp in response.

He was absolutely ripped. His muscles weren't huge, but they were still relatively large and seriously defined. I loved seeing the individual muscles in his arms move and tighten, and I felt hot as I stared at his chiseled six-pack...or was it an eight-pack? It was hard to tell because he had absolutely no fat on him.

Johnny looked like he was getting ready in a bathroom when he finally started to talk, "Hey Camila! I hope you're excited about heading to the club tonight! It's going to be so fucking hot, I can't wait. Don't forget that I already picked out a complete outfit for you and stashed it at your place. I'll be there in one hour, so make sure you're changed and ready to go. See ya soon!"

Not only was Johnny's body like, next level, he also had the sexiest Australian accent. Goddamn, he was like the total package. Maybe this little adventure wasn't a complete waste of time after all. However, this place seemed fully automated so far and I doubted that I would actually get to physically meet him. I was kinda disappointed since I got pretty aroused when I first saw him.

I wanted to play the video again, for research purposes only, obviously. However, the moment I tried to play the video the screen changed to a timer of 60 minutes and started to countdown. Dammit, I guess that video wasn't lying when it said I had an hour to 'get ready'. I put the phone back in my pocket and started to examine the room.

At first glance, the room seemed incredibly normal. However, the moment I inspected the other door, dressers, or armoire, I realized that nothing would budge or that everything was locked or had a lock on them. Eventually, I made my way to the bed itself and after failing to open many of the drawers on the nightstand, one finally opened.

I looked inside and was shocked that there was a little egg vibrator laying there. I saw them advertised before, but I always ignored them. Why get a tiny little thing when you could get a larger and more powerful vibrator? They often came with a remote or something, but I didn't see any. What the hell was I supposed to do with this anyway?

The moment I held it in my hand to look at it closer, I heard another ping from the phone. There was a text from Johnny that read, 'Looks like you found my first gift! Go ahead and put it inside your pussy. I promise it won't lead you astray'.

This little shit, was he serious? What world was he living in that I would do something like that just because he said to. I tapped to reply to him and said that I had no intention of using his toy.

Almost immediately I got a reply back that said, 'Oh, sorry to hear that Camila. You'll need to do it if you have any chance of finding the outfit I got for you. If you don't want to hang out though, you're free to leave. Just know that I can't pay you back.'

I saw something light up and when I looked up from my phone I saw it was a sign that said 'Exit' on the door I entered earlier. Dammit! No refunds, of course. I groaned in defeat and frustration. Alright, I'll play this little game. On the surface, I logically reasoned that I wouldn't leave and lose out on a thousand bucks. On a deeper level though, the thought of inserting a vibrator turned me more than I cared to admit to myself.

I put the phone down as I looked around the room to see if there were any cameras. I didn't see any and my hands hesitantly went to my jeans and undid them. With my hands now trembling slightly, I lowered them along with my panties and exposed my perfectly smooth and bald mound. I grabbed the small egg vibrator and pressed it up against my slit. I sucked in my breath at the sensation and was shocked to feel that I was already slightly wet. Damn, Johnny's body turned me on more than I thought.

After a couple of minutes of easing the egg inside, I was able to finally insert it with a tiny moan. I quickly regained my composure and pulled my jeans and panties back on. Well, that seemed easy en-holy shit!

I reached out and grabbed the nightstand to steady myself as I felt the vibrator shake inside me and my legs suddenly became weak. For the few moments it was on, my mind was overloaded from the jolts of pleasure that came from my pussy. When it stopped shortly after, I was secretly disappointed. I soon realized that someone must have the remote control. Dammit, why didn't I just leave when I had the chance?

The phone pinged again, and when I grabbed it, I saw there was another video message. I tapped it to play and I saw Johnny's amazing physique again as he messed with his hair. I could feel my heart thump hard in my chest as my eyes devoured his hard and muscular body. I had an intense desire to run my fingers along his abs and feel them bounce as they went over each crevice. I hoped his body was real and not some kind of special filter.

He eventually looked at the phone and I felt like his blue eyes pierced into me. He then said in his sexy Australian accent, "The egg will help guide you to the next clue. Think of it like playing hot and cold, and just like the game, you want your body to be hot. Oh, and also you can't play with or stimulate yourself or you'll fail the game and have to leave. Don't worry though, I'll be there soon!'

Once the video stopped, the phone screen returned back to the timer. I couldn't help but imagine meeting this Johnny. His big arms would grab me by the waist and pull me into him. I'd try to fight him of course, but my hands would feebly push against his rock solid chest and would end up just squeezing his massive pecs. I would then feel his powerful muscles keep me in place and I would look up into those blue eyes of his...

I lowered the phone, closed my eyes, and tried to regain control over my body. This was going too far. A fantasy was one thing, but this was practically manipulation. If this doesn't end with me physically meeting this guy, I swore I would sue this place into the ground.

I looked at the phone and saw that ten minutes had already passed, so I quickly turned my attention back to the room. As I walked around, I realized that the egg would softly vibrate whenever I walked past certain areas or if I was around a particular item. It was powerful enough for me to notice, but not powerful enough to spasm my body in pleasure. I guess this was what Johnny meant from the hot and cold game.

Eventually, I realized that the vibrator rumbled gently when I was around a particular vase with flowers in it. I reached out to pick it up and realized that the flowers were fake. With the egg now continuously vibrating, my body couldn't help but squirm slightly. I looked all around the vase and eventually found some numbers hidden on the bottom of it. I then remembered that there was a jewelry case in the room that was painted with flowers and had a lock on it. I put down the vase and entered the numbers into the lock and it successfully unlocked.

The moment the lock opened, my vibrator went from softling rumbling to intense shaking. I gripped the dresser in front of me so strongly that my knuckles turned white as my body spasmed from the powerful vibrations. It was so sudden and so powerful that my eyes slowly rolled into the back of my head from the pleasure. My hand started to slowly move towards my pussy to see if I could softly rub my clit, but I remembered the warning about not being able to play with myself.

It honestly didn't matter though. Within a few moments, I felt my entire body start to shake as an orgasm exploded deep inside me and almost brought me to my knees. Eventually, my pussy stopped clenching the egg inside me and I felt the egg stop vibrating all together. I leaned my entire body on the dresser while I took in ragged breaths. My skin felt moist as sweat started to pour out and realized that my body was incredibly hot.

I don't think I had ever felt something quite like that before. It had been years since I had an orgasm that strong, and I never was able to have such a powerful orgasm when I played with my vibrators at home. Was it because I wasn't in control? The thought both scared and intrigued me.

After I steadied myself, I opened the jewelry box and found a key inside. Great, another puzzle. While I still found some of this stuff kinda lame, I had a strong craving to complete the next puzzle and feel the egg go crazy again. I don't know what Aisha went through, but I started to understand why she recommended this to me.

After a few minutes, and with some help from the rumbling egg, I found the drawer that the key was meant to open which led to another clue and another puzzle, and then the same pattern repeated. Each time I completed a puzzle, I felt the egg practically explode inside me as a reward.

While I didn't orgasm after every puzzle, I came pretty damn close and I relished the feeling. After the first couple of puzzles, I could already feel a sort of addiction building as I searched harder and faster for the next puzzle. My hunger and lust for another orgasm drove me farther than I thought possible