Having Fun With Reluctant CD

Kinda odd how he emphasized "SHE."

Small chit chat ensues and after a few more shots on my part, I am looking towards play time.

Nick speaks up like he was reading my mind, "I don't think the bitch is going to show, dammit!"

Ding-Dong!!! The doorbell rings. "There she is" It must be her. I offer to get the door and when I open it, another guy towering over me by 6-7 inches, says, "Hi Sweety. Not quite here yet, huh?"

I was a little buzzed, I admit. Did he call me Sweetie? How does he know she isn't here? Gotta be the 100 proof apple schnapps hearing that."

David was sl**ping on the couch. Nick was standing and talking in hushed tones to the new Tom Sellek lookin' kinda guy.

The next moment, I'll call him Tom, hands me a small suitcase and says, "Our Girl isn't here yet. I want you to see that she does."

Looking like a dog hearing a whistle, my head tilted to the side. "She does, is, What?"

"Listen here. Take the suitcase, go to the bathroom down the hall, and get the girl to come out," Tom commanded in a gruffer voice than I was expecting. Crap. We just met, sort-of.

I head down the hallway and go into the bathroom adjoing the master bedroom. I can see Nick was prepared for some heavy action. I saw a pile of ropes, a few chains, cuffs, paddles, a flogger, and some other metal stuff in a pile I haven't seen before. Knocking first while opening the bathroom door, I was expecting a shout for entering. She must be shy to not come out for a hour or so past time. Nobody home? I gently pull the shower curtain aside. Nada. I sit for a moment with the suitcase on my lap. Click-click. On top of the wig, corset, and what must be other bits of fishnet and satin sits a note. Right there in large letters. "You wanted this. You have 30 minutes to get her to come out. There is a back way out of the house if you go now. No foul. Don't expect you would ever get this chance again."