Room Service: First Time

I have been looking through more advertisements, hoping that one of the applications I have sent will finally be accepted. What surprises me is that it is not easy for me to find a job after graduation. For many years I have been told that if you study hard, the whole world is open to you. What about me? Dozens of applications and still no response. I'm afraid I'll be forced to take a desperate step and work very hard every day for many hours in some shop. But why would I need a university diploma then?

Just as I was about to finish looking through the latest ads, my phone rang. I saw it was a private number. I thought, is it a telemarketer or something? But I answered and heard a male voice on the line. It was a call from a representative of the Century Hotel. This was the hotel where I had applied for a maid's job with a decent salary.

The caller introduced himself and asked me if I was still interested in the job advertised. I answered without hesitation that I was, and was invited by Mr Stephan to an interview the next day at noon. That was the end of my conversation, as I would find out everything at the interview.

As the conversation ended, I felt a growing sense of nervousness. My hands started to shake. It's normal for me that even talking on the phone can stress me out. The nervousness was not just because of the conversation I had just had. I was aware that tomorrow I would have to go to a new place and meet new people. I was scared just thinking about it, but I knew I had to get through it because otherwise I wouldn't have enough money to survive.

I lived with my mum, who always supported me, but it was clear that I had to contribute to the fees so that we could afford it. She was the most important person to me and I could always count on her support. Even in the most difficult moments, she was able to find solutions to my problems. Unfortunately, I often didn't want to tell her what was bothering me and what made me feel bad. My father died over five years ago. He died in a car accident. It was not easy at first, but after some time I understood and went on with my life.

I spent the whole evening in my room thinking about the next day. I replayed the conversation with Mr. Stephan over and over in my mind. I imagined how I would perform in the meeting the next day. I always ran through all the possible scenarios in my head before an important event. But it did not give me peace of mind. Instead, it increased my doubt and fear of what was about to happen. From time to time the thought of letting go and not going to the meeting came to my mind. After a long time I managed to find a moment of calm in which I was able to fall asleep and sleep without interruption until 10 a. m. I got out of bed and was aware that there was no time to slack off. If I wanted to be on time for the interview, I had to make a decent impression. You only get one first impression. Washing, breakfast and dressing allowed me to complete the preparation process. I put on my favourite jeans and a white polo shirt. I wanted to look elegant, similar to my recent college finals. I was dressed identically there. On my way out after 11am, Mum was already gone, so I closed the door behind me and went to the hotel for the interview.

As I got off the bus, I saw a prominent sign saying "Century Hotel". The building had two floors and could certainly accommodate many guests. My moment of hesitation didn't last long and I headed for the entrance. Passing through the revolving door, I approached the reception desk and introduced myself. The receptionist knew to expect me and directed me to a room at the end of the corridor to the left of the entrance. On the way I counted how many guest rooms there were. I figured there were 15, and there's a corridor in the other direction from the reception area. Including that corridor and the floor above, there should be about 60 rooms. I thought that was quite a lot and there must be a lot of work involved.

I knocked on the door to which I was directed. After being allowed to enter, I was greeted by Mr Stephan, who shook my hand warmly and pointed to the chair I was to sit on.

''I am very pleased that you have agreed to an interview, Paula,'' Mr Stephan began in a cultured manner.

''So am I,'' I replied briefly, hoping that our interview would be controlled by my co-interviewer.

''As you have seen, we are looking for a person for the position of maid. You will be responsible for keeping our hotel rooms tidy and serving our visitors. Each of our maids has determined which rooms and corridors she is responsible for. As far as I can tell, you've never worked in this or a similar job before. One of our girls will introduce you to the job so you don't have to worry,'' Mr Stephan explained to me about the job I might be taking on.

''It's my first job, so I'll have to learn to make it a little easier,'' I replied to Mr Stephan.

''Everything will be fine. It's not a difficult job. The most important thing is to be nice and open to our guests. Then you will get along very well,'' Mr Stephan finished his sentence, after which he took out a contract and placed it in front of me, and then began to speak again, ''To begin with, we will hire you on a trial contract for one month. If you prove yourself, you will be given a long-term contract at the salary stated in the advertisement. On the trial contract, you will receive 70% of this amount, excluding tips, which are all yours. Does this offer sound good to you?" he finished with a question and held out a pen to me.

I gave myself a moment to think and looked again at the document that had been handed to me. There was nothing suspicious about it, and despite my usual hesitation, I signed the contract after a while.

''Great. I invite you to come tomorrow at 8 o'clock, then we'll start smoothly and you'll get an training. Does that work for you?'' - Mr Stephan asked me.

''Yes,'' I answered briefly, and he just smiled.

''I won't keep you any longer. I'll see you tomorrow, Paula,'' Mr Stephan ended our conversation.

I got up from my chair and left the room and the hotel without delay.

When I got home, I texted my mother with the good news that I had been accepted for a trial period. I was very pleased and happy, I didn't go for nothing. In the hours that followed, the uncertainty and nervousness grew again because I didn't know if I would be able to perform well tomorrow. In the evening I even thought for a moment about cancelling my trip, but I realised that would be the worst possible decision. Eventually I calmed down and managed to fall asleep.

The next day, my alarm clock woke me up. I got up as late as I could, still sure I would be on time. I didn't have time to think about what my first day at work would be like.

When I arrived at the hotel, I was greeted by Mr Stephan, who was standing in the lobby with one of the maids.

''This is Brooke. She has been working with us for a long time and will introduce you to your duties,'' Stephan said, pointing to the girl standing next to him.

Brooke was a tall blonde with a flat stomach and rather wide thighs. She looked a little older than me. She was wearing a uniform. My attention was drawn to a rather short dress. I had never walked in anything like it. I decided that there was no need to worry about it now, and instead of standing there in silence, I greeted her. Then Mr Stephan went off to his office and Brooke and I went into the staff room. It was connected to the changing room where I was given an outfit to change into.

After putting on the maid's outfit, I felt quite uncomfortable. Accustomed to walking in long trousers, I felt uneasy in a dress that only reached to my knees. The outfit was very comfortable and lightweight at the same time, so I didn't feel like anything was pinching me. I returned to Brooke and then we walked into the main hall.

I felt that the information she was giving me was starting to become overwhelming. Brooke was talking about service standards and all the things to look out for. What went in one ear seemed to go out the other, even though I tried to concentrate. It was only after this that Brooke showed me all the important places in the hotel. After showing me everything I needed to know about the ground floor, we went up to the first floor.

It looked similar at first glance. The layout of the rooms seemed almost identical. However, there was one significant difference. At the end of the hallway on the right were four rooms marked with a V from one to four. Brooke explained that these were suites for special visitors. She added that at first I would only be looking after guests on the first floor, so it was enough for me to know that these suites were here.

I spent half of my first day working with Brooke, who kept an eye on me the whole time. It made me feel a bit calmer knowing that I had support if I wasn't sure about something. The second half of the day I spent on my own, tidying up the hotel rooms that had been left empty by guests who had been pointed out to me at reception. Meanwhile, Brooke took care of the rooms upstairs.

At the end of my first shift, I changed in the changing room next to the lounge. Then I spoke to Mr Stephan and told him how my day had gone and that I felt positive about my time here. I took the opportunity to tell him that I would like to stay longer, which pleased him.

After leaving Mr Stephan's room, I heard Brooke talking to Rose, our receptionist. The room I was leaving was not far from reception. However, the girls did not hear me leave. They didn't notice me because my presence was hidden by one of the pillars next to the reception desk. I stood and listened to their conversation.

''They will be back on Saturday. We will have to prepare the apartments,'' Rose said.

''I think it's too much. I've had enough after the last one,'' replied her workmate Brooke.

''Why, are you scared?'' Rose asked.

''The fun is great. But... last night I had a lot of luck at the end of the day, if you know what I mean, and I'm afraid I'm running out of luck,'' Brooke replied.

I wondered what they were talking about. What fun was she and Rose talking about? What kind of ''luck'' did Brooke have in mind? More and more questions were forming in my head, and the conversation between the girls continued to draw me in. I positioned myself so they could not see me and continued to listen.

''You're not going to leave me alone with the guests, are you?" her colleague Rose asked, "This is not the time to be making risky decisions.... Do you understand?" Brooke ended her statement with a question.

''Ooh... Is this the time? Then who will I go with if not you,'' Rose asked with disappointment in her voice.

''Maybe take this new.... Paula,'' Brooke said in a cheerful tone.

''It's way too early for her,'' Rose replied calmly.

''I know, I was joking.... And actually, where is she? Has she left yet?" asked Brooke.

When Brooke mentioned my person, I decided to come out of hiding. I didn't want to risk the girls seeing me eavesdropping.

"There you are. I thought you had left,'' Brooke said when she saw me.

''I was just at Mr Stephan's for a while to work out the details of the schedule,'' I explained to Brooke why I hadn't gone home yet.

''It wasn't too bad, was it?'' Rose asked me.

''It's fine. I'll be there tomorrow too,'' I replied and said goodbye to the girls.

After work, I took the shortest route home. I told my mother about my first day at work. Over dinner, I shared my impressions of my visit to the new place. I got a lot of positive feedback from her, which confirmed that I had made the right decision. Working in a hotel could be a job for me.

After an evening shower, I lay down in my room and, although the television was on, I paid no attention to it. I started thinking about Rose's conversation with Brooke. Maybe it would be worth finding out more? I would have to talk to one of them about it. The next day might be a good opportunity. It wouldn't hurt to try.

The next day, after arriving at work in the staff room, I met Brooke and decided to talk to her. We had a few minutes before the shift started, so it was a good opportunity.

''Hi Paula. You're covering the first floor again today,'' Brooke said to me.

''Hi. OK. You're doing upstairs?' I asked, guessing the answer.

''Exactly. I won't have much time for you, so ask for help as a last resort,'' Brooke told me.

''Is something going on? Are there more visitors?'''' I asked a few questions, expecting an answer.

''Tomorrow is Saturday. I have to prepare the apartments for special guests who are coming,'' Brooke replied.

''Special guests? I can help if you want,'' I offered my assistance.

''You don't have to. Concentrate on your duties and I'll take care of mine,'' Brooke said firmly, letting me know that it was time to start our shift.

Brooke immediately went upstairs. I stayed downstairs, knowing just a little bit that special guests would be arriving at the apartments tomorrow. This has to do with what the girls were talking about yesterday. Fun and the subject of ''luck'' that Brooke talked about then. After that I knew little and found it difficult to find out more. Rose had the day off that day. I had no opportunity to talk to her face to face. Brooke, busy with her work, had no time to talk about what was to happen tomorrow and my curiosity grew.

I didn't see Brooke until the end of her shift, when there was no opportunity to continue the morning's conversation. It turned out she was in a hurry to see her boyfriend. There was nothing for me to do but go home and hope to hear more tomorrow.

The next day was Saturday and both Brooke and Rose were at work. As before, Brooke had to look after the floor and the flats as time was running out before the special guests arrived. Taking advantage of the moment when I wasn't overwhelmed with responsibilities, I spoke to Rose.

''What is this event that Brooke has to prepare the suites for?" I asked.

''Special guests are coming. We have to make sure everything is ready for them,'' Rose replied.

''Are they our regular guests? I think I should know in case something happens,'' I decided to add after asking the question, not wanting it to sound like an interrogation.

''I understand. It's enough for you to know that they are wealthy. That's why we'll take good care of them,'' Rose answered my question again.

''Cool. And they will be well cared for by Brooke,'' I said, guessing why she is so busy with the preparations.

''She's just getting the rooms ready. These guests are... discerning and expect exceptional service,'' Brooke replied.

''Then who will take care of them?'' I asked instinctively.

''It will be my pleasure. I get the impression that you are very interested in this subject,'' Rose said curiously, to which she added, ''Are you interested?''

The question caught me a little off guard. I turned my head away for a moment. It was a natural reaction of my shyness. At the same time, I realised that this would be an opportunity to learn a little more.

''I'm kidding,'' Rose replied with a smile on her lips, then added, ''Besides, that would be too high a level for you. I can do it on my own.''

I couldn't think of a reasonable answer for my companion. Besides, I realised it was time to get back to my duties. I spent the next few hours tidying up the rooms on the first floor. I managed to do it quietly and on time. At the end of my shift, after changing, I was walking out of the staff room when someone stood in my way.

''Good morning,'' I instinctively choked out.

''Good morning. I don't think we've met. I'm Eric. Are you a newcomer?'' the newly met person, Eric, concluded with a question.

''Paula,'' I replied in a slightly hushed voice, avoiding eye contact.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Paula. I love this hotel and the staff. That's why my friends and I often stop by your suites,'' Eric explained.

Then I realised he must be one of the special guests. He came into one of our apartments. It was obvious that he was wealthy. Not many people come to our hotel in a suit. I bowed my head for a moment.

''Armani,'' Eric said gallantly, then added, ''you have to look good. Especially in the presence of beautiful ladies.''

''I get it,'' I replied briefly. I was slightly embarrassed, as always when I meet a new person.

''Have you finished your shift? Too bad...'' Eric said with regret in his voice.

''Yes. Anyway... It is Rose who will be doing the service today anyway,'' I explained to Eric.

''I would also like to see you, if you would like to. You wouldn't regret it,'' Eric tried to persuade me.

I began to think about his suggestion. It would certainly be worth a try. Eric's presence intimidated me. I also felt a growing desire, even a need, to see what would happen to me if I accepted his proposal. After a while I really wanted to stay, but I didn't want to show it.

''Rose said she didn't need any help today,'' I said.

''Smart girl. She just wants to keep the best for herself,'' Eric replied, as if he had read my mind, and then added, ''Will you let her?

'' ''These are supposedly too high standards for me. I'm only here for the second day,'' I explained.

''How do you know that? There is one way to check,'' Eric said, piercing me with his gaze.

Immediately Rose appeared beside us.

''You have already met our new employee,'' Rose said, looking at Eric.

''Of course I have. She is very nice,'' Eric said, looking at me for a moment.

''I agree. Paula finished her shift today,'' Rose said looking in my direction.

''Really?'' Eric said, pretending to be surprised.

''Yes. I will take care of you today Eric,'' Rose replied winking at him.

''Can't you stay a little longer?" asked Eric, hoping for a positive answer.

I got the impression that he really wanted me to stay. He wanted me to be the one to serve him today. Even though I didn't know exactly what it would be, I was interested. It may seem strange, but the fact that Eric was so insistent made me want to go along with his proposal.

''I have an early shift tomorrow and that could be a problem. Mr Stephan would be unhappy,'' I said in a low voice, giving the impression that I was disappointed that I couldn't stay.

''Don't worry about that. I'll arrange it,'' Eric said and went straight into the room where my boss was working.

I was left alone with Rose, who was clearly surprised by this turn of events.

''You shouldn't agree. You don't know what you're signing up for,'' Rose said in my direction.

''For the fun you don't want to share?" I replied with a confidence in my voice that was unusual for me.

Before Rose had time to answer, both Eric and Mr Stephan came out of the room.

"Rose. I have had to change your schedule. Tomorrow you will come for the morning shift,'' Mr Stephan said firmly.

''But...'' was all Rose managed to get out before the hotel manager continued his explanation.

''Paula can certainly do the job. She's a smart girl,'' Mr Stephan added, which I took as a nice compliment from him. I didn't usually hear too many of them. So I was quite receptive to it.

''You don't know what you're getting yourself into,'' Rose said in my ear.

''You should probably go now and get some rest before tomorrow, right?'' Mr Stephan said to Rose.

Rose decided not to continue the conversation and walked away. She knew it was pointless. The boss told her to call it a day. It was not worth getting into an argument because it could end badly for her. Rose changed her clothes on the way out of the hotel and just said "Room V1" to me. Then she looked me straight in the eye for a moment. I could see that she was not happy about having to leave.

''Prove to me that I will not regret this decision,'' Mr Stephan said and returned to his office.

I stayed in the hallway by the reception with Eric. I was going upstairs to see if our special guest's room was ready. On the stairs I met Brooke who asked me about Rose.

''She must have left already, because she works tomorrow morning,'' I said without hesitation.

''What do you mean? There is a guest arriving today that she will be serving,'' said a confused Brooke.

''I will take over her duties,'' I said.

''You will? You don't even know what's going on,'' Brooke said.

''Give me the key to room V1 because Mr. Eric is waiting at the reception desk,'' I asked my work colleague for the room key.

''As you wish,'' Brooke said and handed me the key.

''Thank you,'' I replied briefly.

''I wish you luck. You'll need it,'' Brooke said in a mysterious tone and walked up to the ground floor.

A moment later Eric appeared behind my back.

''Since you already have the key, we can go,'' Eric said.

''Yes,'' I said and we went to the top floor.

After a while we got to room V1 and I took out the key. After opening the door, I saw that this room was completely different from the others. It was the first time I had seen the suite from the inside. It was twice the size of the other rooms. What caught my eye was a huge television attached to the wall and a large cupboard against the wall. There was also a huge bed that could easily fit several people. There was also a private bathroom and a fridge.

''I was impressed the first time too. It looks phenomenal,'' Eric said when he saw my reaction to the apartment he was renting.

''Amazing,'' I replied, astonished at what I had just seen.

''I'm sure it looks even better inside,'' Eric said, putting his hand on my shoulder and leading me inside.

''Definitely,'' I replied, finally coming to my senses and offering, ''I won't bother you and if there's anything you can call me, okay?''

''You can close the door. I appreciate the privacy,'' Eric requested.

''Of course,'' I went to the door and as I crossed the threshold, I heard Eric's voice.

''Where are you going? Close it from that side,'' Eric ordered and I impulsively did what he asked.

''But then I won't go back into the corridor,'' I explained a little confused.

''That's the point. I care about quality service. And it's hard to get that if you walk out of here,'' Eric said, sitting down in a chair.

At this point I was a bit confused. I was supposed to look after my guest personally. I didn't think it would look like this.

''Didn't your coworkers tell you why we're coming here?'' asked Eric, knowing that I didn't know the answer.

''Wait here for me and you will surely find out everything. Like them, you won't regret it,'' Eric said and went into the bathroom.

I sat on the bed for a while and thought about what had just happened. Eric seemed to do the same thing every time. Both Brooke and Rose must have been in a similar position to me. Eric invited girls here. Did that mean this service he was talking about was having sex in this hotel room? On this bed that I'm sitting on. I felt like I should get out of here right now. Should I do it while Eric is in the bathroom?

The question in my mind went unanswered as Eric returned in time to sit back in the chair.

''I hope you are settling in,'' Eric said.

''Do you invite girls here to meet them and... '' I didn't manage to finish the sentence.

''Yes. I'm glad you're aware of that and haven't left here yet. It will make it easier for us to move on,'' Eric said.

''I am not some kind of prostitute who does this with strangers,'' I said loudly, almost shouting at Eric.

Eric was not bothered by my shouting. He got up and walked over to the fridge, took out a bottle of whisky and poured himself a glass. He then sat back down in his chair and took a sip of the liquor before speaking again.

"I should be offended. Rose and Brooke too. None of the girls who come here are prostitutes. I don't see any of you as such and never have,'' Eric said firmly.

''That's the way it seems,'' I replied.

''Before you start to judge, you should understand what it really is. A prostitute is paid to have sex. That's her job. I don't condone paying for sex,'' Eric explained, leaving me a little confused.

Just when I thought I had it all figured out, Eric's words made me not so sure. Without getting up from his chair, Eric pointed to a large cupboard that I had noticed when I entered the apartment.

''What's in it?'' I asked.

''Something to help us have fun,'' Eric replied briefly.

"What's with the fun?" I asked again, expecting him to finally tell me what it was all about.

"Are you going to be lucky or unlucky? There are things in there that can help you or, on the contrary,.... cause you additional problems. But sometimes the risk is worth it and can provide an unforgettable experience,'' Eric said a little more.

''Is this some kind of sick game or what?'' I asked nervously.

''You could call it that. If you try it, you won't be able to stop,'' Eric said with full conviction.

''If I sleep with you.... then I won't be able to stop later,'' I said with my head hanging down.

''That's the way it will be. And if you don't believe me, try it. I guarantee you that you could stop at any time if you wanted to. But I'm sure you won't let it happen, just like your colleagues at work. Try it and you'll find out,'' Eric finished explaining the rules in a firm tone.

It sounded fascinating and strangely enough I felt a huge excitement coming from not knowing what might happen to me.

''In the cupboard you can find literally anything. There are things in there that will make our fun unforgettable. Do you want to look in there?'' Eric suggested.

"This is weird. I wasn't prepared for this,'' I started to explain to Eric.

''Think about it, because if you refuse, I'll never offer it to you again. You will lose the chance to experience something amazing. I'll give you a moment,'' Eric said and left the room for a while, closing the door behind him.

The interesting thing is that at that moment I didn't care where Eric was going. I began to think about the suggestion that had been made to me. I could play a game that would make this night remain in my memory. This game was supposed to be about luck. So what is the form of punishment then? The fact that I have to get over myself and let a strange man fuck me. I had never imagined that I would end up in bed with a man I had just met. But Eric was attractive. I was ready to accept anything he offered. Besides, he was well groomed and quite handsome, which made me unable to stop myself from leaving the room.

I was very curious about what was in the cupboard and how it might affect the events I was about to experience. My curiosity grew and I wanted to see how things would develop. The fact that I could withdraw at any time encouraged me to at least try.

Eric returned to the room after a while and closed the door behind him.

''I'm glad you didn't leave,'' Eric said, glad to see me.

I always had trouble making decisions. I could spend a long time thinking about the simplest of choices. I could see that Eric was expecting some kind of reaction from me. When he saw that I had no confidence, he stood up and approached me.

''If you continue to hesitate, you are not worthy of an unforgettable experience. You could have experienced something extraordinary,'' Eric said, pointing his finger at the door.

Eric made the decision for me. I hadn't expected him to take such a step.

''At first I saw that you were interested. I even managed to change the schedule for you. I didn't rush you by giving you time to get used to the new situation. And this is how you repay me,'' Eric said, clearly showing that he was disappointed in me.

I felt bad at that moment. Eric was right in what he said. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't even have had the chance to try something new. I probably would have just sat in my house and spent another evening like the previous ones. And here I had the chance to try something new. All I had to do was say yes.

It is not that I am a virgin and have never had sex. It's just that I hadn't been with anyone for a long time and there hadn't been a good opportunity to have sex. And Eric seemed like a nice man who respected the girls he met. No matter how much I thought about it, I still wouldn't be 100% sure of my choice.

''Okay,' I threw away my agreement to the proposal that was presented to me.

''Are you sure about this?' Eric asked me, just to be sure, then asked again, 'Do you want to give it a try?

''Yes,'' I replied, unable to look Eric straight in the eye.

''Then you can look in the cupboard,'' Eric said with a smile on his lips and then sat back down in his chair.

Eric, sitting in an armchair, pointed to the cupboard with his hand. I knew he expected me to open it and see what was inside. As I approached the cupboard, my curiosity and excitement grew. Eric watched me closely, curious to see my reaction when I opened it.

I put the key in the lock and turned it. I pulled the handle and opened it, eager to satisfy my curiosity. Inside were 10 paper bags labelled with consecutive numbers starting with one. They were also marked with the letters 'm' and 'f'. I noticed that there were markings in 'mmf', 'mff' and 'mf'.

''Pick a bag that will determine the course of our game. Remember to choose from among the 'mf' because there are only two of us,'' Eric said without waiting for me to ask my own question about what to do.

I looked at the bags for a moment. I guessed what the letters 'm' and 'f' meant. The game allowed for more participants. This also confirmed that Rose and Brooke could play together.

All the bags were identical colored gray so as not to reveal their contents too early. It would have been much easier to choose a bag knowing what was inside. But that would spoil the whole point of the game Eric had dragged me into.

''Which number do you choose?" asked Eric, letting me know that it was time to make a decision.

I found out that there were exactly four ''mf'' bags and they were numbered from 1 to 4. I was aware that no matter how much I looked at the bags, I still wouldn't know their contents until they were opened. So there was no point in hesitating, and without any logical clue, I chose one of them. I took the one with the number 4 on it out of the cupboard.

''You choose the number four. Then open it,'' Eric ordered and I sat back down on the bed and placed the bag next to me. I unpacked it and looked inside. There was only an envelope inside.

''Show us what is inside. Don't keep us waiting any longer,'' Eric said, holding out his hand for me to give him the envelope.

''Okay,'' I said briefly and handed him the envelope.

''I don't know about you but I can't wait to see what's inside,'' Eric said excitedly.

''Me too, actually,'' I replied without showing the same emotion as my companion.

The envelope was neatly sealed to prevent any premature accidental disclosure of its contents.

''Well, let's have a look,'' Eric said, holding the envelope in his hand and looking at me.

Eric took the seal off the envelope and let me know that he was ready to open it. I felt a growing nervousness, as I was about to find out what was inside.

Eric put his hand inside the envelope and pulled out the foil containing the condom. I felt more at ease knowing that there would be some form of protection in our game. After all, I wouldn't have considered any other possibility.

''A condom... It will be safer,'' Eric said with obvious displeasure.

''It wouldn't be possible without a condom,'' I replied.

''But it would be more pleasurable,'' Eric added, trying to penetrate me with his gaze.

''But that's not all,'' Eric said as he reached into the envelope again. This time he took out a coin. I stared at the coin, not knowing what effect it would have on what was about to happen.

''Anticipating your question.... This is not your fee for participating,'' Eric joked, still holding the coin in his fingers.

''Then why is it here?'' I asked, having no idea what it was doing here.

''Fun is most interesting when not everything depends on you,'' Eric said.

''So?'' I asked again, not realising what the coin had to do with it.

''Tails,'' Eric said, showing me one side of the coin and then turning it over to the other side, ''or heads,'' he finished.

The coin was the element of randomness. It allowed us to decide what would happen and how our game would progress. I wasn't too worried because I knew I could always stop, as Eric had said at the beginning. The fun was about to begin.

''Shall we start?" asked Eric, wanting to be sure that I was ready.

''I think so... If something happens I can always stop,'' I said, wanting to make sure once again that I wouldn't be forced into anything.

''I always keep my word. One word and it will be as you wish,'' Eric assured me in my belief.

Eric sat down on the bed and asked me to sit next to him. He slipped his hand under my blouse to pull it down over my head. Once the blouse was off, Eric placed it next to the bed. Next, without a moment's hesitation, he grabbed the clasp from my bra. He knew what he was doing because he effortlessly pressed the button that released the bra, allowing it to slide off easily.

I was sitting topless next to Eric, feeling quite embarrassed and ashamed. Eric noticed this and decided to step away from me for a moment. He did this so he wouldn't accidentally hit me with his arm when he took his shirt off. I saw his broad chest and his toned abs. I couldn't look away for a moment.

''I hope you don't feel too embarrassed now," Eric asked, and I just nodded without mumbling a word.

Eric continued to concentrate on getting rid of his clothes. First he took off his socks and then his jeans. He was already sitting next to me in just his boxers. I could see that his penis was slowly coming to life underneath them. There was a noticeable bulge from his erect penis on his boxers. Even under these circumstances it was clear that his tool was not small.

I felt a growing excitement and curiosity. I really wanted to see what his penis looked like and if it was as big as it looked through his boxers. But Eric did not pull down his boxers. He sat up and grabbed my hips. I knew he wanted me to be the one to take the next step. It was enough to lift my hips to allow him to pull my trousers down. My arousal was growing and this encouraged spontaneous decisions. So I lifted my hips and my trousers were pulled down until they reached my ankles. I lifted my feet and was down to my knickers.

Eric laid me on my back on the bed. I had not expected such a move, especially as it was quite violent of him. He grabbed the elastic of my panties and before I could do anything he pulled them down, exposing my vagina. In a protective reaction I covered my clit with my hand, feeling deeply ashamed.

Eric just smiled, then grabbed the elastic on his panties and pulled them down, revealing his swollen penis. It was truly magnificent. A tiny drop of ejaculate oozed from the head of his penis, indicating that he was ready for me.

Eric joined me on the bed and lay on top of me. He slid his knees between my hips and looked at me in awe. He leaned over me and kissed me right on the lips. After a moment he pulled his lips away from mine and took my hand that was covering my clit. He slipped the condom into it, letting me know that I was the one to put it on.

Eric, in a kneeling position, waited for me to put a protective latex sheath over his penis. I took a moment to hold the condom wrapper in my hand.

''If you want, we can just take the condom off,'' Eric said, seeing that I wasn't too eager to put the protection on him.

''We can't. That would be dangerous,'' I said, snapping out of my trance.

''Dangerous? And what do you think is dangerous?'' Eric asked with a smile.

"Well, you know... Without protection I could get pregnant,'' I said in a very insecure voice.

''Well... You can,'' Eric said and then added, ''There is a risk.... but there is also fun.''

I looked at Eric and saw the lust in his eyes. I realised that he would love to have unprotected sex with me. But I can't let him. It is not an option for me to give a newly met man the chance to impregnate me.

Without hesitation, I tore open the foil, pulled out the condom and placed it over the head of his penis. I then unrolled it along its length to make sure it was properly placed, which would increase its effectiveness. I watched Eric's penis tremble as it tried to get out of the latex sheath.

Eric lay on top of me again, holding my hands. He did this to ensure that neither of my hands would get in the way of his penis reaching my pussy. When he realised he was in full control, he used his left hand to guide his penis so that the head rested on the entrance to my vagina.

I felt a growing nervousness as I realised that Eric was about to take me. I was also in the position of being dominated and it would not be easy to stop him at this point. But I did not want to stop him. I began to want him to put his penis inside me.

One push and the head of his penis slid inside me. I moaned loudly and my lover paused for a moment and seemed to slowly enjoy his existence inside my clit. I didn't wait long before Eric's penis slid deeper. Finally, after a while, he slid all the way in without much resistance and I could feel myself being filled like never before.

''You're really tight,'' Eric said with joy in his voice, then added, ''almost like a virgin,'' he said.

''It's just been a long time since I've been with anyone,'' I told my partner honestly.

''This is unacceptable. Such a wonderful pussy cannot be left unused,'' Eric replied as he pulled his cock all the way out of my vagina to look at it.

He took a moment to caress the lips of my clit with his fingers while his other hand gently touched his penis, stimulating it further. I looked for a moment at his penis, shielded by a latex cover. I slid my hand out and touched the head of his penis. Then I took it in my hand and began to move it with my hand. Now I was the one slowly stroking his member as Eric moved his hand away. I didn't notice what his other hand was doing because my attention was on his penis.

A short time later, his other hand moved closer to mine, which was not caressing his penis. I noticed it because I felt something cold and without hesitation I tried to feel what it was. Eric moved his hand away so that I could see what he had given me. It was a coin. It was the same coin that was in the envelope with the condom.

''They gave us this coin for some reason. Maybe we can finally use it. How about it?" Eric finished with a question.

''What do you mean?'' I asked him.

''We can intensify our game if you want,'' Eric said rather mysteriously.

''How?'' I asked, hoping he would explain and reveal his idea to me.

''Let's let fate work... Heads or tails,'' Eric said, looking me straight in the eye.

''Ooh... That's what the coin is for,'' I said, slowly understanding what he meant.

''Let fate decide what happens next. In order for this to make more sense, we have to change one basic rule,'' Eric started to explain to me and then added with complete firmness, ''Once the coin is flipped, there is no turning back and you will not be able to back out while you have to accept the risk.''

After Eric's last words, my nervousness increased considerably. I was about to get rid of my gateway that could stop the unwanted things from happening at any moment. Not knowing what might happen next and what might come of it, I should stop at this point. Events might not go my way and I would be forced to accept them. However, the risk of not knowing what would happen increased my excitement. With each passing moment I longed to see what would happen next.

But first I had to find out what options were being discussed.

''What risks are we talking about?" I asked, wanting to know more.

''First you have to agree to my condition. Without that we won't go any further,'' he said, letting me know firmly that the decision was mine.

As usual, I found it difficult to make up my mind. Part of me wanted to keep going and see what would happen next. The other part of me wanted to stop and take no chances. It was the more rational side that thought about the consequences of making reckless decisions. But when I saw and touched Eric's still erect penis, my arousal was at a very high level and it helped me make a decision.

''I can't believe I'm saying this.... Let it happen,'' I said, very excited.

''I am very happy about it. So we have to decide what fate will determine,'' Eric said and after a short moment of thought he asked, ''What is your favorite position?''

''Doggy style,'' I answered him briefly and concretely.

''Good. If yours falls out, then we do it doggy style. If mine fall out then you'll be on top because I'd like to see you riding me,'' Eric said and then asked briefly, ''Heads or tails?''

"Heads,'' I answered without much hesitation, because it wouldn't change much if I thought about it for a long time.

''We've decided. Roll,'' Eric said, looking at my hand.

I hesitated for a moment before making the roll. In the end I let the coin fall from my hand. It fell on the bed beside us. We both looked to see which side it had landed on.

''Congratulations to the lucky girl,'' Eric said when he saw that the heads had fallen out.

Eric immediately stepped back and helped me turn over and get into the doggy style position. I felt his warm hands on my bottom. A moment later I felt his penis rubbing against my pussy. He rubbed against my labia a few times before sliding his cock inside me.

Eric started to fuck me harder than before. For a good while he kept sliding his cock in and out of my vagina, giving me a lot of pleasure. After a while his hands gripped my hips tighter and he began to impale me on his penis. At the same time I could feel his cock sliding even deeper into me than before.

Eric was now thrusting very hard into me. I began to worry if the rubber would be able to withstand this intensity of movement. I had the feeling that I wouldn't have a chance to stop him as he was really getting into the act of fucking me. I looked down to see what was going on behind me, but I couldn't see much. So I moved my right hand to where the main event was taking place.

I tapped my finger against my clit, which was in constant motion as Eric refused to stop. My fingers also tried to see if the condom on his penis was still intact. I touched his testicles first and they were quite large and certainly filled with a good amount of fertile sperm that was trying to get out. I hoped, however, that its path would end in the condom reservoir.

My fingers searched further and touched the shaft of his penis. It was where the rubber band had been placed. My partner's rapid movements did not make it any easier. Nevertheless, I tried to slide my fingers down his shaft to check the condition of the condom. As I was doing this, one of my fingers caught on the condom and tore it along the shaft.

Eric sensed this and stopped fucking me, then let go of my hips. My hand stopped where I felt a loose piece of condom dangling. Eric's hand joined mine in a moment then pushed it away from his swollen penis.

''The condom is damaged. We have to stop,' I told my partner so he knew I was aware of what had happened.

''No wonder, you scratched it with your fingernail.... You could have told me and I would have just done it,'' Eric said, as if convinced I had done it on purpose.

''I just wanted to see if it was in good shape.'' And the rest is just coincidence,'' I explained the situation from my point of view.

''I don't know what we should do now. I don't have another condom. Do you?'' Eric asked me at the end.

''I don't carry any because I don't usually need them,'' I explained to Eric.

Eric finally pulled out his penis, which was still swollen. It was obvious that the rubber on the shaft of his member was nicked and a small piece of latex was dangling. At first glance it was clear that the condom was not holding the penis as tightly as it had at the beginning. Continuing with a condom like this could lead to it slipping off later. Then his penis would have a chance to release its sperm and it would not be trapped in the reservoir of the condom. I could not allow that to happen.

''This rubber is clearly damaged. We can't continue without it,'' I said, looking at his penis.

''Why? Maybe the rubber band is damaged, but in my opinion it will still hold,'' Eric presented his version.

''It's not holding tight,'' I said pointing at his penis.

''OK. We can stop,'' Eric said, which reassured me.

I thought that would be the end for tonight. I felt a slight dissatisfaction because I had enjoyed being fucked by him. But there are some things you just can't skip over and this was one of them. Just as I was about to get out of bed, Eric grabbed my hand and put the coin back in.

''What's wrong? It's over for now,'' I said, a little confused by his behaviour.

''You want to interrupt,'' Eric said briefly, then added, ''But I don't.''

''This is madness and too much risk,'' I said again, worried.

''Let the coin decide again what we are going to do,'' Eric said and then asked briefly, ''heads or tails?

''I can't decide. We should stop this,'' I repeated again, the nervousness in my voice now obvious.

''If yours falls out, we will stop. I promise... What do you choose,'' Eric pressed me again, waiting for my decision.

''And if it doesn't happen?'' I asked, wanting to know what would happen if things didn't go my way.

''It's obvious. We will go on,'' Eric explained briefly.

''In this damaged condom. It may not hold,'' I answered him worriedly.

''If you insist, I'll take it off,'' Eric said with a smile on his lips and then asked again, ''Heads or tails?''

My thoughts started to get confused. I was aware that tossing the coin involved a huge risk. The wrong choice could result in Eric fucking me with a fractured condom that could slip or even break before the end. Then there would be nothing to stop his penis from filling me with his semen. I felt very horny just thinking about it. I was so turned on by the thought that a man I met today could impregnate me.

I always keep my word, so I knew there was no way I could turn back. I had to make a seemingly simple decision, the consequences of which could be significant.

''Tails,'' I said, looking up at the ceiling.

''Well, there you go. Flip it,'' Eric ordered.

I tossed the coin in the air with my fingers and watched it fall onto the bed a moment later. As before, we both saw what fell out at the same moment. Fate decided what would happen next. To my partner's delight, the coin didn't come up tails, but heads.

''Oh yeah,'' Eric said briefly, looking at me.

''This is too dangerous,'' I said nervously in his direction.

''Not as long as the condom holds. We'll see," said Eric.

''I am not joking,'' I said again, trying to make him realise how serious the situation was.

But Eric was not going to hold back any longer. He laid me on my back and spread my thighs. Before he got on top of me, I had one last look at his penis. The condom seemed to be quite tight around the head of his penis. However, it was clear that there was a nick in the shaft and that air had got under the latex. As a result, the condom was not holding as tightly.

That was the last time I saw his penis, as it pushed against my clit. A thrust followed and his cock was inside me again. Although the sensations were very similar because of the condom on the penis, my excitement increased greatly.

Eric began to push me so hard that after a while his thrusts were as strong as when the rubber was being tampered by me. I began to fear about the condom. With such fast and powerful thrusts, the chances were increasing that it would not be able to withstand the pressure.

This time there was no way of checking as Eric was on top of me, preventing me from reaching the connecting point of our intimate areas. I could only feel if the condom was still intact.

Eric fucked me hard and passionately without thinking about the possible risks. I, on the other hand, thought about it almost all the time. I knew that if the condom slipped, it could end badly for me.

I did not use any other form of protection. This condom was the only way to protect myself from his fertile sperm. I tried to remember when I had my last period. After a while I realised that it was not a very dangerous time for me. Nor was it a time when I was completely safe. The chances were fewer, but there were always some.

After a while I stopped looking at Eric and closed my eyes. I started to think about the situation I was in. It occurred to me that Eric's penis releases pre-cum when we have intercourse. It contains small amounts of semen. This meant that he could impregnate me even when we were fucking.

I realised how bad my situation was. I have very little control and I am just a passive observer of what is going on. Eric was lying on top of me, making it impossible for me to push him out of me. I realised that I could not really stop him if he wanted to. If he wanted to, he could pour it all out into me and I would have to take it anyway.

The thought of being inseminated made me very excited. It had been a long time since I had felt this good. I began to fight in my mind and, to my surprise, part of me wanted the condom to come off and give my partner a chance to impregnate me.

After a long moment I opened my eyes and saw that Eric was slowing down. A few strokes later he stopped and gave himself a moment to catch his breath.

''I am about to come. Where do you want me to finish?'' Eric asked, letting me know that the end was near.

''You can't finish inside me,'' I said loudly to my partner.

''I would like to,'' Eric said and then added, ''and I think you know who the last word would belong to.''''

Having said this, Eric showed me the coin he was holding in his hand. I felt an enormous nervousness, but also excitement. Once again the coin would decide what would happen. But this time he wasn't going to give it to me.

''This time I will flip it. I think I can do it at least once,'' Eric said with a smile.

''This has gone too far,'' I said with the last remnants of rationality left in me.

''Heads or tails?'' he asked, not caring what I had just said.

I felt that trying to convince Eric was completely useless. There was nothing left for me to do but to decide which side the coin would fall on.

''Tails,'' I said briefly with considerable nervousness, feeling that this decision could have significant repercussions.

''That means heads for me,'' Eric said and tossed the coin.

He threw the coin so high that it fell off the bed onto the floor. I didn't see what fell out, but Eric did. It was closer to the edge of the bed and I would have to get out from under Eric first. But he wouldn't let me.

''What fell out?'' I asked.

''You'll know in a moment,'' Eric said and began to fuck me vigorously.

I felt his penis penetrate me completely with each thrust. He didn't give me a chance to react and escape the final stage of our game.

The fact that I didn't know what was coming out was also very arousing. It meant that I did not know how our coupling would end. Eric knew exactly what was going to happen. He knew what the coin meant for us. I was fully aware that if my choice didn't fall out, my lover would finish inside me. Only this damaged rubber could prevent his fertile sperm from filling my pussy.

''You can't come inside me,'' I said as I saw my partner panting louder and louder.

''That depends on what the coin says,'' Eric replied calmly.

''Let's hope the rubber holds,'' I said, hoping the condom would last until the end.

''It might not work,'' Eric replied, showing me the completely torn condom in his hand.

Now I knew that my last form of protection was gone. I knew that his penis was inside me and nothing would stop his sperm from filling me. The only question that remained was whether or not he would finish inside of me. His ejaculate, without the rubber, could already be inside me looking for a place to nest. This was nothing compared to the load he could leave in me during his ejaculation.

But I didn't have much time to think. I could feel his penis swelling, signalling that he was about to come. It was about to become clear what the finale was going to be.

Eric let out a loud roar as he slid his penis out of my pussy and shot streams of cum onto my stomach and pubic crease. It took me a while to realise how lucky I was. Fate had allowed me to avoid receiving my partner's semen in my vagina.

I felt his warm semen form a puddle around my navel. Eric pulled his penis out and, after a few deep breaths, looked at me with a smile on his lips.

''I was unlucky. It could have all ended up in you,'' Eric said, pointing at the semen floating around my navel.

''Luckily for me that didn't happen,'' I replied, already relieved that it was over.

''We'll do it again next time,'' Eric said, hoping to get another chance, and then added, ''You have to admit, it was a lot of fun and worth repeating.''

I had to agree with him. The fun was amazing. Especially because not everything was in our hands. If the coin had fallen differently, I would now be lying with his semen deep inside me. Millions of his sperm would be in my womb.

I stood up and noticed a coin on the floor pointing to the tails. I was grateful because it had saved me from a completely unnecessary risk. But I wondered if I would be so lucky next time. I began to consider the possibility of trying again. I don't know if I could resist another chance at such a risky game. Only time will tell.