Jon found himself in what appeared to be a ladies' dressing room. To the left there were rows of racks on which hung various fetish outfits: nurses, schoolgirls, maids, etc. On the wall to the right were makeup stations with mirrors. At the far wall, there were two more doors.
"Hello?" he called out, but the room was as empty as the hallway.
He started walking toward the doors at the far side, but moved slowly so he could examine the costumes. Damn, some of these were really skimpy. He could just imagine some girls wearing these.
Well, it would have to be later. Reaching the first door, it was readily apparent that it was locked. The second door, however, would open, and it led to a stairwell. Leading both up and down, the stairs were so steep that they practically looked like ladders.
Jon shut the door, not wanting to climb such a staircase in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. It would be horribly embarrassing if someone were to see his privates looking up. Yes, he was here for kinky sex, but the context made it different somehow.
Then a thought struck him. He could use the clothing in the dressing room to cover up and prevent any embarrassing exposure on the stairs. Just a few items, just enough, and then he'd change into his own clothes at the next opportunity. Why not?
