She walks into the expansive bathroom, throwing off bits of clothing as she goes: first the heels, then the dress..the stockings require a pause, but...what a luscious view that pause affords, as she bends down to remove each thigh-high stocking. She draws a bath in the large, jetted tub, seeming to ignore you as you sit on the edge of the bed to remove your shoes. Sweeping back into the room, she helps you undress, pushing you back onto the bed and straddling you as she unbuttons your shirt. . It was a Friday afternoon which was good because that meant that my boss wouldn't be there since she always leaves early on Friday. I showed up ten minutes early and got ready for my shift. The first hour went by fairly uneventfully, just a regular afternoon. That's when she showed up.A younger girl, probably in her early twenties walked in. She had long black hair and a pale complexion. Her brown eyes were framed by black eyeliner, definitely an emo look. She was dressed in tight blue jeans. Unusually enough, the light was already on. There were props and other stage items strewn across the floor, along with a few boxes and tables that seemed to be fairly stable and upright. The one window in the room had a good view of the whole soccer field and the smokers and everyone down there puttering about. The old school has very tall ceilings and windows, so there was also a nice view of the night sky, though slightly clouded and blocked by the smoke. The stars were out that night and. I'd scared the shit out of myself. I pulled myself upright and made it up the stairs. I slammed the trap shut and spit on it. Ptah! I beat you!Jennifer asked, "Dear, why are you spitting on the kitchen floor?"I fell into a chair and laughed my way out of hysteria. "Dear, I came a bare smidgeon from becoming lost in a cave system that connects to the larder. My flashlight cut out and scared the bejesus out of me!" I saw a couple of the older Gray men that perennially sat around the kitchen. I.