Moments later, Jon found himself standing in what looked like foyer of a large mansion. The marble floors shone in the light reflected from the crystal chandelier. A large oak staircase stood before him, one that wound both left and right to second floor balconies. The space was cavernous and imposing.
As confused as he'd ever been, Jon took a step toward the staircase, only to be stopped to a firm hand on his arm.
"Jon!" came the feminine voice behind him, "What are you doing? The mistress is due home any minute!"
He turned and found himself face to face with Sarah McMillan, the biggest bitch he'd ever met. She also happened to be the hottest girl he'd ever laid eyes on. Seeing her there didn't help with his confusion.
"Hurry! This way!" She dragged him by his hand through a door off to the left. The route they took was elaborate; there were so many twists and turns that Jon soon was lost, sure that he'd never find his way back without help.
As Sarah pulled him down the hallway, his tried to think things through. How had he gotten there? Hadn't he been at home? His mind felt foggy when he thought back. Something about a schoolgirl and a cop... every time he thought he had a detail right, it would slip away from him.
Sarah opened a door and pushed Jon through. After she, too, had entered the room, she slammed the door behind her and locked it with a brass key that had been in the keyhole. With her back leaning against the door, she panted and looked Jon up and down. Normally she would have insulted him by now, at the very least look at him in disgust. Instead Jon found himself being appraised in a different way by the cheerleader; Sarah McMillan was checking him out!
"I'm glad I found you before she did," Sarah said, "Now we'd better hurry up and get ready."
The room, now that Jon had time to get his bearings, seemed to be a dressing room. There were two wardrobes, a couple couches, make-up tables, and a stainless steel panel on the wall with a handle. Before he had time to wonder what Sarah was on about, she had crossed the room and had begun undressing him.
"Woah!" he said, shocked, "what are you doing?"
"Helping, silly!" she giggled, "That way it'll go faster!"
She moved quickly. Soon she'd ripped Jon's clothes from his body, and had followed suit with her own. After the two stood naked appraising each other for a moment, Sarah gathered the clothes and walked to the panel in the wall. Pulling the handle opened the panel to a chute that she dropped every article into.
Jon, in the meantime, was struggling. His penis was so hard that he was finding it difficult to concentrate. Everything that was happening was so arousing, almost as if it had been plucked from his mind. If only he could remember how it was that he'd gotten to the mansion. Something to do with his sister Dana...
"Hurry up and get dressed, before I come over there and dress you myself!" Sarah said with a laugh as she opened the door to one of the wardrobes. Jon walked to the other one and opened it, hoping that something would fit him. Inside, however, he was shocked to find only French maid uniforms.
Jon turned to find Sarah half-dressed in as a French maid, looking as sexy as ever. He had half a mind to rush over to her and ravage her, but he knew that whatever was happening he didn't want to be a part of it. It was just a bit too freaky.
He rushed to the door and turned the brass key, unlocking the lock. Throwing the door open, he rushed naked into the hall, ignoring Sarah's pleas that he return. On and on he ran, left, right, left, completely lost in the labyrinth of a house, hoping to see something, anything that looked familiar. The hallways seemed endless and soon Jon found himself stopping to catch his breath.
From behind him, came a voice, one all too familiar.
"Ah, here's my big strong man. I was wondering when you were going to join me."
Jon turned and found himself staring in the face of...
