Escape Room Escapade

The escape room company had a policy of grouping solo bookers together. That's how I ended up locked in a fake prison cell with her.

Slim, dark hair cut short, sharp features, the kind of competent energy that suggested she'd actually solve the puzzles while I stood there confused.

"I'm Maisie," she said. "You any good at these?"

"Absolutely terrible."

"Great." But she was smiling. "I'll do the thinking. You look strong. You can do the lifting."

"Teamwork."

"Exactly."

The first thirty minutes were actual puzzle-solving. Maisie was brilliant—found hidden clues, solved riddles, directed me like I was a particularly dim assistant.

"There's a key in that panel," she said. "Unscrew it."

"How do you know?"

"Pattern recognition." She didn't look up from the cipher she was solving. "You'll need the flathead from the toolbox."

I did what I was told. It worked.

"Got it."

"Good." She finished the cipher, looked at me properly. "You know, you're surprisingly useful."

"Surprisingly?"

"You look like you'd be all muscle, no brain." She shrugged. "Pleasantly wrong."

"I'm flattered."

"Don't be. We've still got thirty minutes and three puzzles." She paused. "Unless..."

"Unless?"

"Unless we take a break." She stepped closer. "The camera's on a fifteen-minute cycle. I timed it."

"Why would you time the camera?"

"In case I got stuck with someone fit." She was right in front of me now. "Which I did."

The prison cell set had a narrow cot in the corner. Maisie pushed me onto it.

"Fifteen minutes," she said. "Can you work with that?"

"Watch me."

She was efficient, practical—same as with the puzzles. Her clothes came off quickly, methodically. Underneath was pale skin, small tits with pink nipples, and an expression that suggested she had a plan.

"Your turn. Fast."

I stripped while she watched. Then she straddled me, kissed me hard.

"Been wanting to do this since you walked in," she admitted. "You've got really nice arms."

"Thanks?"

"Compliment." She positioned herself, sank down. "Now—efficient movements. We've got time constraints."

Even the sex was practical. She rode me with focused determination, knowing exactly what angle worked.

"Touch me—here—"

I followed directions. She came quickly—efficient even in that—and kept going.

"Again—don't stop—"

She came twice more. I finished with a minute to spare before the camera cycled back.

We were dressed and "solving puzzles" when the timer hit zero. We'd actually completed everything—turned out panic was an excellent motivator.

"Best time ever for this room," the attendant said, impressed.

"We work well together," Maisie said with a straight face.

Outside, she handed me her business card.

"Same time next month?" she asked. "They've got a new room. Egyptian tomb themed."

"For the puzzles?"

"Partly." She grinned. "Let me know if you're interested in more... teamwork."

I texted her before I got home.

Best escape room of my life.