Good Morning

    It was one of those perfect mornings.  I hovered just this side of asleep.  In that cloudy place where dreams still seem real, but you can feel the softness of your sheets.  My bed seemed larger in that halfway place, and altogether more luxurious.  I stretched, poking my feet out from the covers to touch the cool air.  My socks were missing, which was odd.  Something squeaked nearby, and a weight shifted the mattress beside me.
    I blinked my eyes open.  The ceiling was wrong - too high, the wrong shade of white.  This was not my room.  I tried to remember where I was, what I had been doing the night before.  Nothing.  What day was it?
    There was another slow squeak.  I rolled my head on the pillow and froze.  Someone was in bed with me.
    I scrambled away.  The edge of the bed was closer than I thought, and I flopped awkwardly over the side.  My shoulders hit the deep pile carpet first.  My legs bumped the wall, and I stopped.  I must have looked ridiculous, folded into the thin space beside the bed with my feet in the air.
    Another odd thing occurred to me.  My socks were not the only things missing.  I was fully naked.  Had I been drinking?  But then where was the hangover?
    There was a tickle at the back of my throat.  I coughed, and a weird flavor crawled over my tongue.  A little puff of smoke floated out on my breath.  What the hell?
    I rolled over, clumsily pulling myself back up.  The stranger was still there, and my jaw dropped as I looked over her.  She was dressed all in black latex, a catsuit polished to mirror shine.  Her arms were locked into a blue armbinder, and a neck corset muzzled her.  It was like something from an internet porn fantasy, and my cheeks flushed.   I felt heat going to other places too, but tried to push the feeling down.  The girl was a stranger, and her eyes were closed.  Her chest rose and fell in the regular, slow rhythm of sleep.  Besides, I still had no idea what was going on.  This was not the time to let my hormones do the thinking.
    The rest of the room was starkly empty.  There was one door and one widow set high in the wall.  Morning sunlight shone through the window, crisscrossed by thick bars.  I slid out of the gap next to the wall and checked the door.  It was locked from the other side.  There was a metal flap in the center of the door, something like an oversized mail slot.  The flap was firmly closed, and I saw no way to open it.
    I knocked on the door and said, “hello?  Is there anyone out there?”
    The girl groaned.  I turned around and held my breath.  Did she know what was going on?  If she did not, I was going to be in trouble.  The girl was waking up in a new place, bound a gagged with a naked stranger in the room.  She would panic.
    Her eyes opened.  She shifted uncomfortably on the bed, then rolled over.  I covered myself with my hands.  She saw me and went still.  I gritted my teeth and waited for the scream.  It never came.  The girl pushed herself up to a sitting position.  She looked me up and down in a lazy way, and giggled from behind her gag.
    “Um.”  I said, and swallowed.  “Hi.”
    The girl rolled her eyes, but it was obvious that she was smiling too, though I could not see her mouth.  She pushed herself off the bed in a slow, sinuous movement.  The light flowed over her body, highlighting her curves.  I felt my mouth go dry.  Her feet touched the floor, and she pushed herself up with her bound hands.  She wobbled and made a surprised noise, then caught her balance.
    “Where are we?”  I asked.
    The girl gave me an unimpressed look, and hummed though her gag.  I slapped my forehead.  Of course she could not tell me.  The girl hummed again, and this time there was something hungry in it.  Her eyes trailed over my body, and I jerked my hand back, covering myself again.
    “Uh, we don’t really know each other, so uh...”  I trailed off.
     She giggled again, and shook her head.  Her laugh was musical, and I wondered what her voice sounded like without a gag.  The girl yawned and arced her back, and my train of thought derailed.  Her hips shifted a little and she rolled her shoulders.  The latex pulled tight as she stretched, and I could see the subtle curves of her belly.
    I don’t think I was drooling, but it was close.
    “So, er, yes or no questions?”  I said, trying to sound casual.
    “Mm-hmm.”
    The girl caught me looking, and raised an eyebrow.  I coughed uncomfortably.  Now was still not a good time to be thinking with my libido.
    “Is there a way out of here?”
    “Mm-hmm.”  She nodded.
    “Uh, I guess I can’t ask you how.  Can you get us out then?”
    She tilted her head side to side, thinking it over.  Then she hummed a negative.  She waved at the door with her bound hands, pantomiming knocking. One-two, one-two-three.
    “A code?  Okay.”  
    I turned around and knocked the way she described.
    “I don’t really see why you couldn’t knock, but I guess it makes no difference.”
    I looked over my shoulder at her, and caught her admiring my back.  She made an appreciate noise.  I swallowed, and just then something clanged metallically from the door.  The big mail slot was partly open.  Something black poked out.  I lifted the cover, pulled out the package, and looked into the slot.  It was dark.  There must have been another cover over the far side.
    The package was plastic wrapped, but the black rubber inside was instantly recognizable.  It was another outfit.  I stripped off the plastic and shook out the latex.  Like I guessed, a catsuit.  Probably just my size too.
    “I don’t know...”  
    I showed the girl the outfit.  She growled appreciatively.  I bit my lip and thought quickly.  There was still no clue what was going on.  Should I really play along?
   The girl leaned forward and looked up at me.  She made a little inquiring noise and batted her lashes.  How could I say no to that?  
    I shook the suit out and slid it over my leg. The inside had already been lubricated, and it slipped on easily.  I pulled the rest on, and immediately felt more secure.  The catsuit was tight and revealing, but it was still better than being naked.
    The door clicked.  I finished zipping up and checked the knob.  It was unlocked.
    “Before I open the door, tell me one thing.  Is it safe out there?”
    “M-mm.”  She hummed happily.
    I turned the knob.

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