"What do you want to wear, Emily, pink orwhite?"Anthony looked in horror at the two outfits. What kind of choice wasthis? There was no way he would we...r a dress unless forced but thethought of being dressed in pink was almost as bad. He reluctantlypointed to the shorts but Angela wasn't going to let him off thateasily. "Tell me what you want to wear, Princess, or I'll pick outsomething far prettier than either of these."After a struggle he managed, "The shorts," barely above a whisper."That's. An exotic voice stirred me from my thoughts:"May I join you?"I turned to look at the owner of the voice. Stood next to me was adeeply tanned beauty, with long shiny black hair, thick luscious redlips complementing her dark skin. Long slender legs encased in tightcalf length boots with a killer heel. Large breasts showing a perfectcleavage, all wrapped up in a red dress. The type of woman who belongedin a bar like this. I stood slightly and offered up the chair next tome. The exotic beauty sat. Nice fucking timing, you know?We arrived on campus and were very busy for the next few hours. Tours, sitting in on classes, dining hall, a mixer dance (pretty lame, really, though I did get one slow dance in with Karen).We got back to our dorm rooms at about nine. They’d given us vacant rooms that were pretty bare. All that was in mine was my backpack, a towel, my pillow, and my sleeping bag. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.You know those shots they have in movies when. She must be shy to not come out for a hour or so past time. Nobody home? I gently pull the shower curtain aside. Nada. I sit for a moment with the suitcase on my lap. Click-click. On top of the wig, corset, and what must be other bits of fishnet and satin sits a note. Right there in large letters. "You wanted this. You have 30 minutes to get her to come out. There is a back way out of the house if you go now. No foul. Don't expect you would ever get this chance again."So there I was,.