Other Colors -- Ch. 15 (part 1) - Sex Stories

Other Colors -- Ch. 15 (part 1)

... the washroom when I had the chance. It's really rather embarrassing how fast I got myself lost. I glanced around an unfamiliar corridor, dancing to-and-fro to keep myself continent, and chose the first door that looked even the least bit promising. I hurried toward it down a dim and windowless hall, and pulled the handle. Nothing happened. I tried again, pushing this time, but it still didn't budge. My brow creased, and I stepped back slowly, distraught. Is it...is it locked? Gradually, the heaviness inside my bladder was replaced by a cool and ominous stone cementing itself to the pit of my stomach. Tabarnac. I frowned, trying hard not to panic. What is he hiding in there? It was perhaps not completely rational to feel such a profound existential foreboding when faced with a locked door. But given what I already knew of Dmitri's indelicate proclivities, I couldn't help but imagine the most dreadful and draconian of possibilities. In my mind’s eye, I saw a pastiche of The Pit and the Pendulum —some damp and torch-lit dungeon, replete with shrew’s fiddles, scold’s bridles, and a dismal oubliette; newly vacant, awaiting its next wretched tenant. I backed away a bit further before turning. Even then, couldn't help but glance over my shoulder. More than likely, I had it all wrong. It was nothing, and I had only to worry about the devils I knew, not the imaginary ones that he kept locked away. Be that as it may, I still wanted nothing more at that moment than to put a healthy distance between myself, and whatever the hell was hidden behind that door. (Continued in Chapter 15 part two)