Lingerie Labyrinth
The Geoderooms was a beautiful, but dangerous, realm of cavernous rooms with colorful giant crystal clusters. There were pitfalls everywhere, so exploration required caution and careful steps. Kat, her sister Rebekah, and I spent a while exploring, full of wonder.
At some point, we went back into the extra-dimensional Chambeau 137. The Geoderoooms exit led us back out onto level -4, which was full of empty geology offices. We also decided to wander around on the level a bit more, since we hadn't seen much of it yet.
Although most of the empty office spaces were geology-themed, we did encounter a few exceptions. One of the strange office rooms had a Playboy poster on a wall which had a picture of a redheaded woman in lacy red lingerie and wearing black bunny ears. Next to the poster was an incomplete corner. The three of us knew this meant this was a passageway to another dimension.
Curious, we squeezed our way through the narrow, strange passage. It turned left, then left again, then we found ourselves in a strange and eerie corridor of closets. The lighting was strange, but the closets were filled with lingerie of all types, styles, colors, and materials. The lingerie was strewn about in chaotic fashion, on the floor or hanging up in random order.
Kat and Rebekah were beside themselves. They were fascinated by the diverse and limitless lingerie options in this place, and we were now in a literal lingerie labyrinth. The place was claustrophobic, an endless walk-in closet wardrobe of all the silky smooth lingerie the sisters could summon into their wildest dreams!
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As we wandered around the lingerie labyrinth, we came to a fitting room area. This felt like more of a hub, as there were other corridors that branched off in random directions. Excited, Kat and Rebekah wanted to try on different lingerie outfits.
Did I have a problem with this? Absolutely not... of course. The sisters could get in touch with their sensual sides all they wanted, so I was chill with them having a field day in this place.
As the two were preoccupied with their lingerie explorations, I wandered off, curious about the other corridors. One of the corridors had mostly all pink lingerie and robes. The passage wound around, curving left, then right, then left again. The passage ended at a white wooden arched door with a pink star on it with the initials "R.W." The door had no handle on it, but it appeared to open inward. I pushed on the door, finding some resistance. Something was blocking it on the other side. I pushed harder, and I could hear something fall over, followed by what sounded like a woman's muffled scream.
I peeked around the door to find that it was a closet, and that I had knocked over a pile of pink totes. Trying to squeeze my way into the confined closet, I jostled about, clumsily knocking down pink lingerie that was hanging in the closet. Somehow, I became entangled in the lingerie that fell on me, and now I had pink bras on my shoulders and a pink thong on my head.
Unaware of where the hell I was, I shoved the closet door open and found myself in a dressing room. A woman screamed, startling me. It was Reese Witherspoon, looking adorable in a silky pink robe with a black floral pattern.
"YOU again!" gasped Reese, wide-eyed and poised to throw a pink Chihuahua plushie at me.
Again? Bamboozled and bewildered, I felt horrifyingly embarrassed and awkward as hell. There I stood, staring at Reese with a pink thong over my face and pink bras dangling over my shoulders.
"Don't mind me. Just... uh... passing through," was all I could think of to say. Just as I said it, a feeling of Deja vu came over me. I felt like I had been here before.
As cute as Reese looked in her pink robe, I side-eyed her as I clumsily replaced the lingerie on hangers in the closet, repeatedly dropping them. Then, I slouched and slunk back into the pink lingerie corridor, closing the door behind me, as if I hadn't just traumatized Reese like some peeping Tom.
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When I got back to the fitting rooms, Kat and Rebekah were standing there looking sexy as hell in black lingerie.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," said Rebekah, looking concerned.
"I found Reese Witherspoon's closet, and I think I gave her a heart attack," I said.
Just then, we heard a muffled thumping sound come from an unknown source. Spooked, the sisters headed off toward their fitting rooms to change back into their regular clothes. As they disappeared around the corner, I decided to go investigate the strange sound, like the dumbass that I was.
The thumping seemed to come from a corridor I hadn't looked at yet. The lighting was lesser here, more shadowy, and the lingerie was in a state of chaos, more so than what we had seen so far.
With every slow step, I moved with caution around every corner. Then I saw it, and my heart about stopped. There, at the end of the corridor that was perpendicular to another, was a giant turquoise rabbit with glowing eyes. It was unnaturally large and seemed almost fake, resembling a stuffed bunny. It was around a meter or so tall, sitting peacefully, staring at me.
My eyes locked in on it. After a moment of nothing happening, I reasoned that it was probably safe and that it had likely been the source of the sound.
"Honey-boo-bears!" I shouted. "Come look at this!"
I waited a moment for a reply. Silence. Nothing.
"Honey? Boo? Bears?" I shouted again, but with a tone of worry.
Again, no response. Concerned, I went back to the fitting rooms. There was no sign of Kat or Rebekah. They had vanished, and I began to panic. I heard the thumping again, and so I went back to the turquoise rabbit, which disappeared around the corner.
I quickened my pace in pursuit of it, trying to follow it. Feeling like Alice going down the rabbit hole, I kept following the strange entity.
Similar to how the PamperPuss, a turquoise cat with glowing eyes, was an entity that led you to beneficial remedies or to some sort of exit, I reasoned that this entity did something similar. With hope, I followed the turquoise bunny through the lingerie labyrinth.
The further into the labyrinth I went, the more compact and clustered and chaotic the corridors of lingerie became. The passageways went from flat and even to now randomly segmented and angled with steep inclines or declines.
Barely able to keep up, the strange rabbit was always within my sight but just out of reach. Suddenly, when I saw it leap over something ahead of me, it stopped and turned around, staring at me. At this point, the floor was covered in lingerie, and the passage was so narrow that I became entangled in lingerie as I pushed through the sensual and silky chaos. Without warning, the floor abruptly ended at a sharp angle downward, just shy of the rabbit, who was standing on the edge of the pitfall.
I slipped and fell down into the pitfall, which was a laundry chute. Feeling a sucking sensation, I was pulled into the vacuum, and everything went pitch black.
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All of a sudden, I crashed down into a bin filled with lingerie, and it seemed I had ended up in a laundry room. The room was beige and strange, and the hum-buzz of fluorescent lights overhead were a bit maddening. The strange laundry room seemed to stretch on endlessly in either direction, with dryers on one side, and washing machines on the other. In the middle were random chairs, spaced apart at regular intervals. It felt like I had ended up in lingerie laundry Purgatory.
I walked down the laundry room for what seemed like a good twenty minutes, until I finally saw a narrow arched opening in the wall on the dryer side of the room. Hoping it was an exit, I went through it, finding myself in a dimly-lit maintenance tunnel. I turned a corner, then another, and the tunnel ended at a wooden arched door. I pulled it open, and went through.
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My eyes needed a moment to adjust to the brightly lit room. Upon doing so, I felt like I was definitely in the wrong place at the wrong time. There I was, now in a beige dressing room. Standing before me were a bunch of gorgeous women dressed in lacy black lingerie and wearing bunny ears on their heads. They were all staring at me, possibly judging me.
"Excuse me!" I gasped, embarrassed as hell. "I'm lost, and I reckon I'm in the wrong place."
"No, you're not!" warmly exclaimed two women in unison from a corner of the room. It was Kat and Rebekah, emerging from a cluster of women. They were both still in the same black lingerie I had seen them in earlier.
The three of us embraced, and I affectionately ran my hands through their hair and down their backs.
"Where did you go?" I asked, perplexed as to how they had ended up here.
Kat and Bekah explained that they had seen a giant turquoise rabbit just before they went into their fitting rooms. They followed the "Pamper Bunny", as Kat called it, until they were led to a pink door with a black bunny ears icon on it. The Pamper Bunny disappeared, and out of curiosity, the sisters went through the door and ended up here, in this dressing room. This had happened only moments ago, and then I showed up.
"By the way, where are we?" asked Rebekah.
"You're at Playboy. In L.A.," said a brunette woman in a sultry tone.
"Whuuuutt? Err mah gerd," I said wide-eyed with surprise. Somehow, we had ended up over 2,000 miles away.
"We're about to do our 'Sultry Sisters' annual group photoshoot," said a blonde woman.
I glanced around the room, and sure enough, a number of them appeared to be pairs of similar-looking women, some identical twins.
"Can Kat and Rebekah join in?" I suggested. "They're all ready to go."
"They just need to wear these bunny ears, and they'll be one of us!" said a redheaded woman, offering two pairs of pink bunny ears, which Kat and Rebekah proudly put on.
"We need to be all shiny and slippery for the shoot," said a busty latina woman in a spicy tone. She stuck out her chest, holding a big bottle of body oil between her boobs.
I grabbed the body oil bottle, and side-eyed Kat and Rebekah. "I'll do them first," I said.
"You can do all of us!" smiled Kat.
With that, I excitedly began squirting body oil on the backs of all the pairs of Playboy sisters, lathering them up with sensuous pleasure and affection. The room brightened up even more from all the reflective shininess of the sultry sisters. This was the best Backrooms experience I've ever had, so far!
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From then on, having established a connection between Chambeau 137 and Playboy in L.A., Kat and Rebekah would use their spare time to go get in touch with their sensual side by doing a photoshoot every once in a while. Not only that, but Rebekah used her Rose Repository to enhance the photoshoot sets with colorful rose arrangements. Kat would bring along a raptor from her Raptor Rehabilitation, such as an eagle, falcon, hawk or owl, to use in photoshoots. Sometimes, I would come along and help lather up the Playboy models, making them shine.