The Gunge Dungeon - (Chapter 1, Introduction/Concept)

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This is based on a similar short story which I read years ago. Unfortunately, I cannot remember the name of them however if anyone does then it would be great to look back at them.

This is my take on the concept.

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Charlotte pulled into the car park, pulled the handbrake and turned off the engine. She sat in the car for several minutes before stepping out and walking towards a non-descript, warehouse looking building at the side of an industrial estate.

On the outside it would have been impossible to know what was inside and, except for a small placard listing Cloud 9 above the doorbell, there was absolutely no signage to be seen.

Charlotte pressed the button for two seconds before a woman's voice came across on the intercom system.

"Hello, do you have an appointment?", said the voice in a polite but no-nonsense tone.
"Yes, my name's Charlotte".

"Oh Charlotte, how lovely to see you again. Let me buzz you in", the tone on the voice had changed in an instance to one that was friendly and warm.

After a wait of a few seconds, a buzz came from somewhere above the door and a soft click indicated that it could be pushed open.

Charlotte stepped inside, hit by the warm air that was wafting from a blower in the corner of the reception. In front of her was a large wooden desk and just poking over the top was the brown hair of the receptionist.

Charlotte approached, the face of the receptionist coming into view with a big and welcoming smile.

"How lovely to see you again Charlotte".

"It's been a while! I finally managed to get time off work, so I thought I'd treat myself".

You see Charlotte was a kinky gal; she knew what she liked and Cloud 9 was one of those companies that could deliver.

"Head on through to the changing rooms, all the rooms are available so once you're ready just pick the door that you fancy", said the receptionist.

Charlotte thanked the woman and passed through a door on the left, down a short corridor and into the changing room. She placed her rucksack on the bench and began to take of her coat which she promptly folded and placed in one of the lockers.

Charlotte then pulled the zip on her jumper to reveal the tight fabric of her one-piece swimsuit. She adjusted the material so that it sat comfortably on her shoulders. She then pulled down her tracksuit bottoms to reveal the lower half and once again adjusted the fabric but this time to remove the material that had ridden up her bottom.

Charlotte looked in the mirror, twisting her head so that she could check the back of the suit. The suit served little purpose other than Charlotte liking the feeling of the tight fabric against her body.

Charlotte finished placing her belongings in the locker before stepping through the open doorway and into an adjoining corridor.

"Okay Charlotte, pick your room", said the receptionists voice over a speaker that had been integrated into the ceiling of the corridor."

"We have a new one if you wanted to try that? It's the one at the far end."

Charlotte made her way through and pushed the heavy door into the new room, excited to see what she might find.

As with all rooms, she was presented with a little waiting area and an outfit that matched the theme.

In this case Charlotte found herself looking at cheerleader's outfit, several sizes too small from the looks of it. She lifted the costume over her head and wriggled her way into it, pulling it down over her chest, then her bum.

The skirt of the costume barely came down to her mid-thigh, if she were to bend over or reach up then her bum would most definitely be exposed.

"Okay Charlotte, you know the concept you have one hour to escape the room", said the receptionist as she watched on the camera monitor.