The way he had walked out amateur of the room, completely emotionless, not even a look back at me. I knew that there was likely nothing I could do to get him back now. Sure, he might let me repay my debt, but no matter how dirty I got for him, how crazy a fantasy I provided, he would never look at me the same again. But how different is that from before anyways? You didn’t care about the dress, you cared about the woman who had last worn it, about the way he looked at her, the way he felt about japanese her. He may do some of the same things with you that he did with her, but he’ll never see you the same way. You’ll never make him feel like he did when she was around. Suddenly, I knew I had to leave. Maybe Alex would call me later, after his game. The talk around the table would turn dirty, and he’d be on the phone looking for a booty call as soon as they were out the driveway. I knew that, if he did, I’d come running. If not, I’d probably call him. Not tonight, but in a few days. Something was happening, and though I still wasn’t sure what it was, I had learned enough to stop trying to quantify it and just enjoy it for now. I’d call him up and convince him to continue. I’d offer him willingly what he had once offered me $500 for, that ought to do it. Either way, I had to get out of this bedroom. I tested myself on shaky legs, finally managing to approach the door and open it unsteadily. Closing it silently behind me, I walked out reality through a house that was becoming more and more familiar, even comfortable, to me. Stopping by the bathroom to wipe the tears out of my eyes and straighten my hair, I realized upon leaving there was something different in the hallway. How I had missed it previously was slightly concerning, as the door seemed to have almost magically appeared in front of me. I had never seen Alex enter it, had never seen the door open, in fact, had never even registered that there was a door here. Whatever power had brought the door into my consciousness was also exerting its considerable will on forcing all else from it. My mind was consumed by the door and the mysteries that lay behind it. Nowhere were thoughts that it might be an office, or a home gym, or simply a storage area. Even another sex dungeon, which would’ve seemed wholly foreign to me a few weeks ago but would have fit in well in this house, didn’t seem possible. The door felt secretive, magnetic. Whatever was behind it was powerful, whether for good or evil I couldn’t tell, but it was drawing me asian in. I hadn’t even been aware of moving until I felt the unnaturally cool brass of the door handle against my palm. I was terrified now. Please let it be locked, please, please, please, I’m not ready for what’s in there. Let it be locked, and I’ll turn around, and the door will go back to whatever place it’s been hiding in . It wasn’t locked. I felt the handle turn, a faint crackle of electricity running through it, shooting up and down my arm. As soon as the latch released, the door seemed to swing open on its own ( seriously, you’re being crazy now ). Taking in the room took my breath away. I understood immediately the force that had been driving me. It wasn’t good, it wasn’t evil, it wasn’t some non-entity interfering idly in the affairs of whoever it managed to come across. It was Amber. The room was set up like a shrine, and it was clear that Amber lived in this room. A japan sewing table and easel sat in the corner, with racks of clearly homemade dresses against one wall and hand-painted pictures of birds and wildlife and nature tableaus filling one wall. The other wall seemed to bustle under the weight of trying to support every picture the two of them had ever taken together. Surely that wasn’t the case, but you couldn’t find a stretch of wall big enough to hold another photo, it was so crammed full of a smiling couple on the beach, the tanned physique of a trim brunette wading naked into the surf, romantic kisses amidst friends as confetti rained down and a new year was ushered in. There, right in the very center, were the wedding pictures. There was Amber, beaming at the camera, looking like she might just explode into pure light and beauty and bliss, Alex staring longingly at her, his arms wrapped around her, mesmerized. She was beautiful, and I knew that the way that she was attractive to men and the way that I was attractive to men were completely different. She also had a great figure, and an angelic face, but there was power about her, too. She bucked up and down on the table, squealing with happiness, looking into Royce’s eyes. The weeks varied with what we would do. “Thanks,” he said. “Oh daddy, who are you kidding? 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