Foreplay

Whatever that Clara had expected as soon as the elevator doors slid open on getting top floor, she hadn't got it.

She didn't know what she had been expecting, but perhaps a sweaty room where people were engaged in orgies, definitely not a silent hallway which was as calm as a workplace, painted white and grey and decorated with shiny linoleum floors.

CCTV cameras were attached to the ceilings, and she counted them in confusion, tempted to ask Andre if there was another El Dorado.

A door opened at the edge of the expansive hallway, and a brunette dressed in red leather corset which laid emphasis on her lean waist, wide hips and voluptuous bosom stepped out of it, walking towards them, her step that of a fashion model.

She had worn a garter belt and net stockings, with heels made for the pole.

Clara guessed immediately that she was one of the strippers, but unlike the others without any form of identity, she bore the name tag, 'Krystal' in between her exposed breasts. Red lipstick