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“Come on Mark
– we need to be at Sam’s place in twenty minutes!”
“All right
Mum I’m coming,” I shouted down the stairs as I stuffed the last few items I
thought I would need into my rucksack, and then picked it and my small case up,
running down the stairs to find Mum tapping her foot impatiently.
“You going to
be comfortable enough in that,” she said as she looked at me, in my checked
shirt over a grey t-shirt, a pair of light brown chinos and trainers.
“I’ll be fine
mum – it’s a six hour flight anyway,” I said as Kristen came out.
“Have fun
kid,” she said as she hugged me, and waved us down the path as I put his bags
into the trunk, and then climbed in.
This was the first time I’d been away from home in this way, and I
couldn’t help but feel excited – especially as my girlfriend was coming, and
our mothers weren’t.
It still
seemed like an eternity, however, before we pulled up outside Sam’s house and
Regina sounded the horn. The front door
opened and I watched as Sam’s mother, Linda, wheeled her case down and stuck it
in the trunk. And then I saw Sam walking
down, looking gorgeous as ever.
She normally
prefers to wear t-shirts and shorts, and she certainly had a t-shirt with a
v-shaped neckline on as she walked down to the car. Over that was a black waistcoat, but instead
of shorts and trainers she was wearing a pair of grey jeans, the lower legs of
which were tucked into a pair of knee length leather boots.
“Morning
Mark,” she said as she got inside beside me, and then reached over so that we
could kiss each other, “Excited.”
“A little,
you?”
“What do you
think,” she said as she squeezed my hand and the trunk of the car slammed
shut. “Don’t do anything I would not
do,” Linda said through the car window before we drove off, and made our way to
the airport.
The two of us
hadn’t thought about a lot else since winning the prize at the party – a long
weekend in Los Angeles for the two of us, all expenses paid with business class
flights, three nights in a top hotel, and tickets on the Saturday to see Rod
Stewart at the Staples Centre. Now the
Friday had finally come around, and we were heading to catch our 3 o’clock
flight to LA airport.
“Now call us
when you get there,” Mum said as she drove down the freeway, “and mind you both
behave yourselves.”
“Come on Mum
– what could we possibly get up to out there?”
She looked at
us both in the rear view mirror, before we all burst out laughing. “All right, all right, I promise we won’t go
wandering off and into the dangerous parts of town. I think we have a chaperone for most of the
time, anyway.”
That was
certainly true – we were being met at the airport by someone, and driven
straight to the hotel, then left to our own devices for the rest of today. We had a meal tonight in the hotel, then the day
tomorrow on a tour of Hollywood before we went to the concert. Sunday morning was free, in the afternoon we
were going to Chinatown, and then a meal out before returning on Monday.
So as we
drove into the parking lot, we were getting more and more excited, tapping our
feet as Mum parked the car, and we retrieved our bags. Walking into the terminal, we found the
check-in desk and went through the usual rigmarole of security and identity
checks, before the smiling young woman handed us both our boarding passes.
“If you look
over there,” she said as she pointed to the way into the departure lounge, “you
will see an area marked Priority. Go
through that way, and then follow the signs for the Admirals Lounge – you can
wait in there until your flight is called.
Have a nice trip.”
“Well, this
is as far as I go,” Mum said as she hugged both of us. “Enjoy the flight, and call as soon as you
can from the hotel, all right?”
“Mum, for the
fifteen hundredth time, of course I will,” I said as I took Sam’s hand. “Stop worrying – I’m sure we will have a
great time. I’ll talk to you later, all
right?”
Mum nodded
and hugged us again, before we walked towards the security check. As we did so, I moved my wallet, coins and
keys into my jacket pocket.
“Why on earth
are you doing that,” Sam said as we walked into the gate, and the security
guard checked our ticket.
“Because we
need to put all these things through a metal detector,” I said as we joined the
queue, “and we need to take our shoes and boots off as well.”
“Why – are
they afraid we have something hidden in our soles?”
“Something
like that – on which subject, you did leave the handcuffs at home, right?”
“Kinky,” Sam
said as she cuddled me, “but yes, I did.
I have other things in my case that may be of use.”
“Me too,” I
said as we sat down, me to unlace and remove my sneakers, Sam to unzip and take
off her boots, revealing her feet in black tights.
We walked
through the gate – fortunately without any alarms sounding – and retrieved our
belongings, taking a moment to put things back on and sort ourselves out before
finding the lift that took us to this mythical place. Coming out, we showed our boarding passes to
the woman at the desk, and then went into a lounge, Sam sitting down while I
went to the bar and got two cokes.
“so how long do we have before we need to be at the gate,”
she said as she looked at the clock.
“About an
hour, I think – why?”
“Plenty of
time then,” Sam said as she took her tablet out of her rucksack, “I got
something to show you.”
We shared a
set of earphones and watched an episode of Archer, trying not to laugh too
much, before she said “I’ll be back in a little while – I just need to take
care of a personal matter.” Taking her
bag with her, she headed for the toilet, while I flipped through a magazine.
“Attention
please – flight AA1501 to Los Angeles is now boarding at gate A13. Will all passengers…”
I stood up
and closed my rucksack up as Sam came back, smiling as she walked towards
me. “Shall we go,” she said as she took
my hand, and we left the lounge, walking to the gate.
The nice
thing about not going coach is you get priority boarding, se we were soon in
our seats, thanking the stewardess as she gave us each a glass of iced water.
“No alcohol
for us then?”
“We’re minors
still, remember,” I said as I sipped my water, and then felt Sam’s hand
gripping mine.
“You OK?”
“Yeah,” Sam
said as she smiled at me, “I just have a little fear of flying.”
The
stewardess took our glasses and checked our seatbelts were correctly fastened
as the plane left the gate, and taxied to the runway.
“Oh,” I said
as we queued for our take off slot, “so what do you do, take a sedative?”
“No,” Sam
said as she looked at me, “I tied a crotch rope under my pants to distract me,
and my god it’s working.”
“Oh,” I said
as we slowly turned, “then you’re gonna love this.”
Sam’s grip
tightened and she bit her lower lip as the plane suddenly sped up, pushing her
back into the chair as it hurtled down the runway and then rose up into the
air…
Once the
plane levelled off, and the lights went out, Sam excused herself for a moment
and went to the toilet. When she
returned a few minutes later, she was clutching her bag to her chest and sat
down, in time to tell the stewardess what she wanted to eat.
“Taken it off
then?”
“No,” she
gasped, “I put it back when I had finished.
It was a very strange feeling but I want it to continue.”
“Fair enough
– just let me know if you need any help,” I said as I gripped her hand, and
leaned over so that we could kiss each other,
The flight
passed – well, as well as it could do, given there was no way I could do what I
really wanted to without violating several air traffic rules – not to mention
public decency ones. Sam watched a movie
after we had eaten, my hand on her lap as she did so, and that was as close as
I got.
Eventually,
we heard the captain say “Ladies and Gentlemen, we are starting our approach to
Los Angeles International Airport, so we need to ask that you return all trays
and seats to the upright position, and switch off all electronic…”
“When we get
to the hotel,” Sam said as she gripped my hand, “I want you to do what you’ve
been wanting to all flight, all right?”
I nodded as
we started to descend to the airport…
As we
collected our bags and walked out onto the arrivals area, we saw a man in a
dark suit standing with a card that had our names on it. We walked up and introduced ourselves to him,
giving a greeting we had arranged so that we knew this was the authorised
driver – something Mum had insisted on.
When we
walked outside, the first thing we felt was the warm air and the bright sun
against our eyes. We watched as he put
the cases into the back of a grey limousine, and then opened the rear doors for
us, waiting until we sat down before he got behind the wheel and drove off.
The car had
tinted windows, but we could see well enough as we drove into the centre of the
city, looking at the traffic which seemed incredible. I guess you don’t realise just how small a
town you live in until you visit a place like this.
Eventually,
however, we pulled up outside the hotel, getting out as a porter came and
collected our cases. As we walked in, we
were approached by a young woman in her early twenties, with short blonde hair,
who was wearing a sleeveless white blouse and a knee length blue skirt.
“You must be
Mark and Samantha,” she said as she shook out hands, “I’m Sandy, and I’ll be
your escort for your stay here. Your
room is ready upstairs, but would you like to get a drink?”
“Forgive me –
Sandy, you said,” Sam said quietly, “but we could do with a shower and a change
of clothes.”
“Of course –
well, your dinner table is booked for seven, and you can meet the other couple
then.”
“Other
couple?”
“Oh yes – we
had two winners from different parts of the country. Don’t worry – they’re the same age as you,
and probably just as nervous. Anyway,
come with me and I’ll take you to your room.”
She walked us
to a glass elevator, which travelled at a ridiculous speed to the 30th
floor, and then she showed us to a door with “Executive Suite 2” written on
it. Opening the door, she showed us in
and said “here we go.”
Our bags were
already in the centre of the large sitting room, and I could see two bedrooms
and a bathroom leading off. “I’ll see
you in the lobby at seven,” she said as she closed the door, and Sam went over
to lock it behind her.
“What a roommmmmmmmmmmm” I said as she wrapped her arms round my
neck and we kissed – a long, passionate, and way overdue kiss.
“Shut up,
Mark, and treat me right,” she finally said as she started to unbutton her
waistcoat, letting it drop to the floor as she did so. I walked behind her and put my arms round her
waist, kissing her neck as I started to lift the t-shirt up and over her head,
revealing the cream coloured bra underneath.
“Stay right
there,” I said as I found my case and opened it, reaching into the top part and
taking several lengths of thin rope out.
“Hands behind you,” I said quietly, watching as Sam put her hands
together and interlocked her fingers.
Kissing her
neck, I ran my hands down her arms, and then tied her wrists tightly together,
making sure I cinched the binding as she gasped out. “Hmmm – that feels good,” she said as I took
some more rope, and began to tie her arms to her side, taking it above and
below her chest. I then took it over one
shoulder, under the lower band of rope between her breasts, and then back up
again, tying it off behind her back as she purred.
“Now how am I
meant to take my boots off,” she said as I started to gently stroke my fingers
over her chest. “You’re not, that’s the
general idea,” I said as I started to kiss her again, gently pressing on her
breasts and nipples as I did so.
“Oh don’t
stop,” Sam moaned as I eased the straps of her bra down her arms, and then the
cusps down, before gently squeezing her nipples. She gasped, then turned and kissed me again,
as we walked over to a long couch and she lay down, my lips moving down to her
chest as they encircled and gently kissed her nipples.
“hmmmm you’d better keep me quiet,” Sam said as she writhed
under me, so I told her not to move, and went to bring my bag over as well as
some more rope, taking a small sponge ball out of the pocket of my rucksack and
putting into her open mouth. Once that
was in place, I smoothed some tape over her mouth, and tied eh rankles and legs
together, her boots squeaking as she rubbed them together at my teasing.
Slowly, I
unfastened and pulled down her jeans, and then saw the crotch rope over her
damp panties. “Allow me,” I said as I
put my hand there….
“Better?”
“Much,” Sam
said as she stepped out of the shower, a bath robe over her body. “thanks,
lover.” She leaned over and kissed me
again, before picking up the bottle of Coca Cola and taking a drink.
“What are you
looking at,” she said as she sat down next to me.
“Just
flipping through the channels,” I said as I put the remote down. “I’ll go and get a shower in a few
minutes. What are you going to wear
tonight?”
“Thought I
might put on my floral dress,” Sam said with a smile, “You?”
“I’ve got
some smart chinos with me – just in case.
I’ll put on a shirt as well and some proper shoes.”
“That’s my
Mark – prepared for every possibility,” Sam said before she gave me a kiss and
got up. “You might want to get a move on
though – it’s six already.”
“It is,” I
said as I looked at the clock, and then jumped up, heading to the bathroom.
Half an hour
later, I emerged from the bedroom, doing up the front of my shirt to see Sam
sitting there. The dress she was talking
about was a green short sleeved dress, with a white floral pattern, and a short
skirt. She had a thin green leather belt
around her waist, and matching high heeled sandals on over her natural hose
covered feet.
“Ready?”
“Think so,” I
said as I picked up the room key, “Let’s go and meet the other lucky couple.”
The lift was,
if possible, even worse in the other direction, with our feet almost lifting
off the floor as we went quickly down.
Stepping out, we were greeted by Sandy, who said “Good – all ready to
meet the other couple?”
We walked
into the bar area, where there was indeed another young couple sitting
nervously. The bloke was maybe a year
older than me, and had short black hair.
He was wearing black leather jacket over a striped shirt, and denim
jeans with black shoes.
His partner
was the same age as me and Sam, as near as I could tell, and had long blonde
hair which was pulled back in a ponytail.
She was wearing a grey pinafore dress over a long sleeved white top, and
a pair of grey ankle boots.
“Well here we
are,” Sandy said as we came over, “Samantha and Mark, I’d like you to meet
Jessica and Tony.”
“Call me
Jess,” the blonde said as we shook hands, “so where do you guys hail from?”
We told them,
and discovered they came from somewhere in Oregon – so they were as much in a
foreign country as we were.
“Well – let’s
go into dinner, and I can tell you what will happen this weekend,” Sandy said,
but as we walked in I saw Jess rubbing her wrist – and caught a glimpse of the
red mark on her left arm.
“Did you see
that,” I whispered to Sam as we sat down.
“See what,”
she said back as we were handed a menu.
I felt this was not the time to discuss it further, as Sandy started to
talk to us about the plans and we choose our meals.
Eventually,
however, once we had finished the meal she went off, and Tony said “Thank
goodness for that – that girl could talk the hind legs off a donkey. What do you think?”
“She’s doing
her job – we’re just not used to the West coast,” I said. “you?”
“We’re
country folk – I guess it just is all new to us.”
“All four of
us I think,” Sam said with a smile. “look, why don’t we grab some bottles and snacks, and go back
up to our room, catch a movie or something?”
“Sounds good
to me,” Jess said, so when Sandy came back we pleaded tiredness and went back
to our suite, the knock on the door a few minutes later heralding the arrival
of Tony and Jess.
“What do you
want to watch then,” Tony said as they popped a bag of popcorn onto the table.
“Let’s find
something worth watching,” Jess said as she sat with Sam, flicking through the
channels while Tony and I stuck some bottles in the room fridge, and then sat
on the couch beside them.
It was an old
eighties movie that was on, so we sat back and laughed at the fashions, made
some funny comments about the music, and were fine until a scene where the
female lead and her sister were kidnapped by a bunch of football jocks from the
high school in the next town, all because we they wanted her boyfriend to throw
the game.
When they
showed the two girls sitting side by side on a bench, hands tied together in
front of them with a scarf over their mouths, I was about to give a snort of
derision – only the two girls beat us to it.
“No way,” Sam
said, “I could be out of that in…” She
stopped and looked at Jess, then at me.
“You were
going to say, within a minute, weren’t you?”
Sam nodded as
I said “Look, I saw the mark on your wrist.
I wasn’t going to say anything, but…”
“Oh this,”
Jess said as she rubbed her wrist, “I…
I…”
“It’s all
right,” Sam said quietly, “I feel the same way when I haven’t had enough time
for it to fade as well.”
Tony looked
at the two of us, and said “Really? You
both…”
“Why yes, yes
we do.”
“Oh thank
God,” Jess said, “I saw the lines around your ankles, and I’ve been trying to
figure out what to say about them all evening.”
Sam looked
down to her ankles, and saw the faint red marks. “Damn, I thought they had faded,” she said,
and then we all laughed, and started to talk about our experiences.
Tony told us
how he had been very shy about asking Jess at first, until one day he and Jess
had been on his farm, when she had picked up some baling twine and said she
could break out of it, no problem at all.
Well, she had
been wearing a heavy jumper, jeans and Ugg boots, but
he tied her wrists in front of her over the cuffs of the jumper, and her ankles
together – and she had not been able to get out of that. She’d loved it, but unable to get out.
“Sounds like
when Mark and I started,” Sam said, “Hang on – I may have some cream that will
help.”
“Actually…”
I looked at
Tony, as he said “Would you girls like to be secured right now?”
“Sure,” Jess
said, “if Sam is happy with that as well.”
“Have you got
any rope here?”
“Why don’t we
use some scarves – I brought some with me,” Sam said as she went to the room. Coming back with a selection of scarves, she
laid them on the table and said “Go to it.”
Like I needed
to be asked twice – I selected a red bandana, folded it into a band and then
tied Sam’s wrists together behind her back, hands palm to palm. Tony picked up a black scarf, crossed Jess’s
wrists behind her back and tied them together.
“Sit back in
the chair,” we said to them, and then we crossed their ankles and tied them
together, Sam with a long blue scarf, Jess with a white one. Sitting next to them, we then cuddled them as
the film continued, feeding them popcorn and giving them a drink from time to
time.
“This is
nice,” Jess said as she put her head against Tony’s
chest, “but I’d love it if you tied me up some more.”
“What have
you got in mind,” Tony whispered as I cuddled Sam.
“Got any
longer scarves Sam?”
“Look through
the pile.” I let her go for a moment,
found a long red scarf and tied her legs together above her knees, Tony finding
a blue chiffon rectangle and using it on Jess’s legs.
“Hmmm,” Jess
said as she rubbed her legs together, and then reached up, kissing Tony’s neck as Sam placed her head against my chest,
allowing me to gently kiss her head.
“Happy,
Jess?”
“Oh yes –
very happy,” she said as she kissed Tony, and I gave Sam a kiss as well.
“mmm – that’s nice,” Sam purred as I absent mindedly stroked her chest.
She started to moan a little as I saw Jess and Tony looking at us.
“Oh sorry,” I
said quietly, “if you’d prefer…”
“No, it’s all
right,” Jess said as she looked at Tony, who slipped his hand under her dress
and started to play with her chest as well.
“If it’s all right with you…”
Sam looked at
me, and said “I see they like to do some of the things we do. Can you untie my wrists for a moment?”
I removed the
red bandana, and watched as she slowly unbuttoned the front of her dress,
letting it fall down to the seat before she leaned forward and allowed me to
re-secure her wrists with the scarf. She
leaned back as my fingers started to dance over her bra, and a big smile
appeared on her face.
“Oh god,” she
moaned out as I looked at Tony. “I’m
sorry, perhaps we need to call this a night?”
“Yeah, I
think you’re right,” Tony said quietly.
“Would you mind if we borrowed these scarves and returned them in the
morning?”
“Sure,” I
said as I left Sam alone for a minute, and walked to the door, looking out to
see if the coast is clear.
“Thanks,”
Tony said as he lifted Jess in his arms.
“Hey – tomorrow, after the tour, why don’t we let the girls have some
time together?”
I looked at
Sam, who nodded in approval at the idea.
“Sure – see you at breakfast tomorrow?”
I nodded as I
held the door for him, watching as they disappeared round the corner. When I closed and locked the door, I turned
back to see Sam standing up, having wriggled her legs so that she could stand
on her feet, and her skirt on the floor.
“You’d better
carry me too,” she said as I picked her up, and kept kissing her as we went to
the bedroom…
When we went
down to breakfast the next morning, Tony and Jess weren’t there – we presumed
they either were still sleeping or had already eaten. As we knew we’d be walking quite a bit today,
I’d opted to wear a good pair of walking shoes, with black chinos and a checked
shirt over a grey t-shirt. Sam was
wearing a pair of denim shorts over black leggings, white socks and sneakers,
and a short sleeved roll necked sweater.
We helped
ourselves to the buffet, and as we sat down the waitress brought over fresh
orange juice and water. The sun was
shining outside, and it looked like a beautiful day to be on a tour.
“Hey.”
We looked up
to see Jess standing there, dressed in a white sun dress over a pair of bright
yellow leggings. “Tony will be here in a
minute – he just needed to make a call home.
“Before I
forget,” she said as she handed Sam a small paper bag, “thanks – I’m afraid one
of them may be a bit damp.”
“I wonder
how,” Sam said with a smile. “Don’t
worry – I’ll give them a quick wash and hang them up to dry before we head
off.”
“Great – and
thanks,” she said as she sat down and sipped her orange juice. Tony eventually arrived, and over our meal we
discussed what we would like to do that day.
The girls, naturally, wanted to see Rodeo Drive, while Tony and I wanted
to see some of the places we had only seen in films.
“Ah there you
are – ready for the big day?”
Sandy had
joined us, wearing a blue polo shirt and knee length skirt, with a blue silk
scarf around her neck. Sitting down, she
said “We’ll have the car outside in half an hour – an open jeep, seeing as it
is such a nice day. We’ll start with a
drive round the streets of Hollywood, and Rodeo Drive, before we visit one of
the studios. If we’re really lucky,
we’ll see a show actually being filmed – fingers crossed.”
“Sounds –
exciting,” Tony said as he raised an eyebrow and looked at me. That earned him a swift kick under the table
from Jess, which at least made both of us laugh.
“Right then,”
Sandy said as she stood up, “Lobby in fifteen minutes please.”
“Gives me
just enough time to do this,” Sam said as she left the table, Jess walking with
her. Tony looked at me, and said “I
wonder what show they’ll have us watching?”
“Knowing my
luck, Two and a Half Men,” I said with a smile.
Like me, Tony had gone for the shirt and chino approach.
“Do you think
they’ll want to go shopping?”
“Window
shopping, almost certainly. One look at
the prices, though, and I don’t think they’ll be getting their cards out.”
“If they
reach for them, we stop them, right?”
I nodded
slowly as I thought about that idea…
“Right,”
Sandy said as we walked out, all of us putting on sunglasses, “In you get.”
She was right
about the jeep – it was an open topped monster, as we all climbed into the back
while Sandy sat in the front with the driver.
We then set off through the streets, looking at the people as we drove
past on the way to Beverley Hills and then Hollywood.
As we went
along, Sandy told us of some of the places we were passing, and some of the
stars who lived in the houses, before we pulled in at Rodeo Drive.
“We’re going
to stop here for a while – let you soak in the atmosphere, and have a look at
some of the shops.”
As soon as
Sandy had set that, Sam and Jess were off, Tony and I having to play catch up
as they walked down the street, looking in the windows. “Got cord,” Tony whispered into my ear, which
at least made me laugh – I knew Sam was more sensible than that.
Jess, on the
other hand – Tony walked over and put his arm round her waist, holding her hand
as he guided her away from the boutiques.
“One day,
when I’m a zillionaire, we’ll shop here,” I whispered into Sam’s ear as I put
my arm round her waist.
“Nah – I
prefer Neyman Marcus,” Sam said before she gave me a
kiss, and we walked down the street.
Eventually,
we got back into the jeep, and Sandy had us driven to Hollywood Boulevard, and
the Walk of Fame. We made our way slowly
down, looking at the gold stars and recognising a few of them, before we
stopped for lunch in the Tiago Café.
“Now then,”
Sandy said as we ate, “I promised a chance to visit a studio, and we are going
to have one. We have permission to see
where NCIS: LA is filmed, if you would like to see that?”
“Would
I? I love Chris O’Donnell,” Jess said,
Tony rolling his eyes again.
“Great –
well, we’re expected there at 2, so we have a little while yet.”
The set was a
lot bigger than I imagined it would be, with cameras all over the place, and
two or three different buildings. I
recognised the set they used for their strategy room, as we stood to the side.
“Hey.”
Jess nearly
fainted when she turned to see Chris O’Donnell and LL Cool J standing there,
looking at us. “Oh my god,” she said
eventually.
“Pleasure to meet
you all,” he said, “listen, I was wondering if you two ladies would like to do
us a small favour? We need a couple more
people to play hostages that we rescue – think you can do that?”
Jess was
almost apoplectic with excitement, and nodded only a little more than Sam.
“Great,” they
said, “why don’t you two come with us and we’ll get you ready. You boys can stand over there and watch.”
“I think they
just made her day,” Tony said as we moved over to another part of the
studio. It was set up to look like a
bank, and there were already three women dressed in jackets and skirts sitting
on the floor, assistants using zip ties to secure their ankles and their hands
behind their backs.
A few minutes
later, Jess and Sam were brought in, their wrists secured behind their backs
with zip ties. They were sat down next
to the other three, watching as their ankles were secured and smiling over at
us, before a stage hand pressed lengths of brown fabric plaster over the mouths
of all five of them.
“Now,” the
director said as two men in balaclavas and combats, carrying what I hoped were
fake automatics, came in, “the two men have held you all as hostages for hours,
and you’re scared that they are going to kill you. I want you to act that way, and then try to
huddle together when the agents come in, all right?”
They all
nodded as we stood back, watching the director sit down and shout “Places… And – action!”
Sam and Jess
did their best scared hostage impression, as one of the masked men covered
them, the other one at the door.
Suddenly the door was blown in, making all five of them give muffled
screams as O’Donnell and the other cast members came in, shooting the two
gunmen as they fell to the ground, and then walking over to the hostages. I think Jess was really going to faint when
Chris O’Donnell removed the plaster from her mouth, and placed her head on his
chest as he hugged her.
“And –
cut! Thank you everyone – set up for
next scene please.”
The two of us
waited until Sam and Jess were escorted back to us, Jess saying “thank you,
thank you, thank you” as she clutched a bag to her
chest.
“Gifts – for
all of us,” Sam said as we went with Sandy to complete the tour of the studio.
When we
eventually got back to the hotel, Sandy said “Right – it’s six o’clock now, so
you have an hour to shower, and get ready before the limo comes to pick you
up.”
“A limo?”
“That’s what
I said,” Sandy replied to Sam’s comment as she walked off. We all looked at each other, and headed for
the lift, wondering what else was going to happen today.
In our room,
I let Sam hit the shower first, while I poured a couple of cokes. Handing her one as she walked past, I got
cleaned up next, coming out to see Sam fixing her make-up in the mirror. I had only one reaction to the sight before
me – WOW!
Sam was
wearing a silver metallic mini dress, with thin straps over her shoulders, and
a pair of natural hose, with knee length black leather boots that sported a
three inch heel. She turned and smiled
at me, saying “what do you think? I
bought it with Mum last week, as a surprise for tonight.”
“I think I
need to take a second shower, if you really want to know,” I said, and I was being
honest about it. I had chosen to wear an
open necked blue shirt and a pair of black chinos, with my good shoes, and I
was so glad I had a black jacket with me as well.
“Right,” Sam
finally said as she stood up, her skirt literally shimmering as it fell down to
cover the top of her legs, “I’ll be ready once I’ve got my jacket.” She went into the room, returning with a
silver leather bolero jacket over her arms, before she said “Right – let’s go
hear the old Brit singing.”
When we
appeared in the hotel lobby, it was obvious we were not the only ones who had
chosen to dress for the occasion. Tony
was wearing a grey suit with a blue shirt, but Jess had on a black silk
strapless dress with a velvet shrug, her legs in a pair of dark hose and short
high heeled ankle boots.
“There you
are,” Sandy said as she came over, “the limo is outside. Go – and have a great time.”
Well, we
didn’t need to be told twice, as we escorted the girls out to the waiting car
and sat in the back, the driver closing
the door before we were driven off again.
“I could get
used to this,” Sam said as she opened a bottle of beer from several that were
sitting in an ice bucket and passed it to me, Tony getting one from Jess.
“So do you
think the concert will be any good?”
“I’m sure it
will be,” Tony said. “Listen – after the
gig, when we get back to the hotel, I was wondering if you two wanted to join us
in a game of hostages?”
“I wonder who
the hostages will be,” Sam said with a smile, “but all right – I’m game if Mark
is.”
“Oh I think I
could be persuaded,” I said quietly as I drank my beer, watching the streets as
we drove past.
The Staples Centre
was lit brightly as we pulled up, and the driver allowed us to step out into a
covered walkway. As we went down, the
door was opened by a uniformed usher.
“You must be
the four competition winners,” she said as she held the door open for us, “come
this way please.” She walked us along a
corridor, and then through a set of double doors, before we were found
ourselves in what I think they called the “Golden Circle” – seats really close
to the stage, with a little bag on each of our named seats.
“Enjoy the
concert,” she said as she left us there, and we sat down, slightly in awe at
who else was sitting in that area. I looked like most of Hollywood royalty were
there that night – and I was petrified of saying anything.
All right,
I’ll say it now – Rod Stewart may have been releasing records when my
grandmother was my age, but he sure knows how to play a concert hall. It was a fantastic occasion – made even more
fantastic when Sam actually bothered to look in the bags that were on our
seats, and we discovered we had back stage passes to meet Rod after the
concert.
That was also
an experience in itself – on stage, he comes over as this amazing self
confident performer, but when we met him afterwards he was actually this very
shy and gentle man, with his partner sat next to him. We talked for a little while, about music and
his life, before he signed our programs for us and gave us each some signed CDs
as well.
By the time
we got back to the hotel, it was nearly eleven, but we felt as if we could stay
up all night.
“Why don’t we
see if we can get something to eat at the bar,” Tony said, “and then we can lay
some plans for later.”
“Sounds
good,” Jess said as she hung onto his arm, and we walked into the lobby bar,
ordering a selection of wraps and snacks as we sat talking, laughing over some
of the things we’d seen that day, and just enjoying the time together.
Eventually, Tony
put his glass down and said “Well, you girls ready for a little game?”
“What do you
have in mind,” Sam said as she looked at me.
“Why don’t
you let me and Mark take our things up to our rooms,” Tony said with a smile,
“and then you two come up to our room in say, fifteen minutes? Just come in and we’ll see what happens.”
“You’re on,”
Jess said with a smile as I took the bags, and left with Tony, stopping in our
suite to drop our bags off before we went to their suite.
They had just
as big a room as ours, as Tony said “I managed to pick up some supplies first
thing this morning, before breakfast.”
He took a couple of bags from under the bed, and showed me the ropes,
tape and cloths he had bought.
“So what do
you want this to be?”
“They’re
going to disturb us robbing the room, and – well, let’s see what happens from
there,” Tony said as he took out of the bag a pair of nude nylon
stockings. “You can hang your jacket up
in the bedroom for the moment – and we can get ready.”
We had sorted
a few things out when we heard the door open.
Tony put his finger to his mouth and handed me the stocking, both of us
pulling our masks on as we heard Jess say “that was an incredible night – got
time for a drink before you turn in?”
“I think so,”
I heard Sam say, and then they walked into the room, their backs deliberately
turned to us as Jess opened the mini bar.
That gave me the perfect opportunity to grab and hand gag Sam, her mmmphs thrilling against my hand as I held her tightly.
“Shit,” Jess
said as she saw me holding Sam, and Tony beside me, grinning under the stocking
as he said “Well now – seems the ladies came back before we had a chance to
leave. What do you think we should do
Ernie?”
“Gee I don’t
know Bert,” I said as I go the tone, “Maybe we should stop them from telling
anyone else we’re here?”
“Now that’s
an idea Ernie,” Tony said quietly. “Why
don’t you close that bar, put that drink down and come over here, little lady?”
“Why? What
are you going to do to me?”
“Tbfffs,” Sam mumbled under my hand, as I grinned before
saying “You’ll find out – now get over here, unless you want your friend to get
hurt.”
“No – no it’s
all right, I’m coming,” Jess said as she walked slowly forward.
“Take the
jacket off,” Tony said as he picked up a length of rope, “and then turn round,
facing the wall.”
She slowly
slipped the velvet jacket off her arms, and then turned round, staring straight
ahead as Tony wrapped some rope around her arms and pulled them together just
below her elbows, Jess gasping as he made them touch, and then tied it round
her body below her chest to keep them locked in place.
“You’re not
going to scream when I take my hand away, are you,” I whispered to Sam, who
shook her head as Tony handed me some more rope. I let her go, and slipped her jacket off
before I tied her arms together in the same way, almost making them touch
before I wrapped the rope around her body.
“OH god,” she
whispered as my hands stroked over her belly, before I tied her wrists tightly
together, her fingers interlocked as I used the rope around her waist to keep
them against her back. Jess was
breathing a little more heavily as well, as Tony secured her wrists to each
other.
“Please,” Sam
whispered, “you don’t have to do any more, just leave us and take out stuff.”
“Do you hear
that, Ernie,” Tony said with a laugh, “She wants us to leave them and go.”
“Not yet,
Bert,” I said as I kissed Sam’s neck, “I think we should make sure these ladies
are really comfortable.”
“What are you
doing,” Sam whispered as I put my arms round her waist, and started to gently
kiss her neck and shoulders.
“Oh I see
what you mean now,” Tony said quietly as he started to kiss Jess as well, the
two of us slowly circling our fingers over the bellies of our captives as we
did so.
“No –
please,” Sam said as I lightly brushed over her chest with my fingers, “Don’t
do that…”
“Me thinks
they doth protest too much,” I said as I looked at Tony, “What do you think we
should do about that Bert?”
Tony looked
in a drawer, and took out two pairs of panties, one of which he threw to me as
Sam watched, licking her lips. “These
first – then tape,” he said as he kissed Jess, using the opportunity as she
gasped to stuff the panties in, and then hold his hand over her mouth as he
reached for the roll of white tape on the bed.
“You really
don’t have to do this,” Sam said, but her eyes said yes, as I said “open up
sweetie” and pushed the folded panties into her mouth. As she closed her lips over them, I gave her
a tender kiss, and then smoothed the white tape over her mouth, before I slowly
slipped the straps off her shoulder and lowered her dress, my hands embracing
her covered breasts and gently squeezing them as I kissed her shoulders and
neck.
Tony had
pulled Jess’ dress down as well; the velvet falling over her waist as he gently
caressed and kissed her. She had her
eyes closed, and she was moaning gently.
Sam was responding in kind as well, as we exposed their chests and
started to tease them there with our lips.
Laying them
down on the bed, we then took some more rope and tied their ankles together,
before we continued to kiss and arouse them, both women writhing under us as we
kissed them, caressed them, and made them feel incredibly special.
Their moans
were getting louder as well, as their bodies responded to our touches, and they
looked at both of us, eyes open and heads nodding as our hands moved between
their legs. They closed their eyes again
and moaned even more loudly.
Their skirts
were now up around their waists as well, as they separated their knees, their
bodies calling to us as Tony and I looked at each other. We then turned back to the girls…
It was about
three in the morning when I woke, my arms round Sam as we lay on one side of
the bed. Looking over, I saw Tony lying
on his back, Jess with her head on his bare chest as she breathed in and out
through her nose.
Slipping off
the bed, I went and checked that the corridor was clear, before lifting Sam in
my arms and carrying her back to my room, laying her down on the bed. Leaning over, I gently kissed her forehead
and then lay beside her, watching her in the dim light, a smile on my face as I
remembered what had happened.
I must have
fallen asleep again, because the next thing I knew there was a gentle pressure on
my neck, and I opened my eyes to see Sam nuzzling against my neck. I peeled away the tape and eased the silk wad
from her mouth, before she reached up and kissed me passionately.
“Morning
lover,” she said quietly, “some night…”
“Yeah – did
you enjoy it?”
“You bet I
did,” she said with a smile, “but how did I get back into our room?”
“I brought
you back – I’m sure Tony and Jess would appreciate some alone time together
before breakfast.”
“Well, we
don’t have to go down too early,” Sam said with a smile, “why don’t we play a
little game as well?”
“Oh – what
did you have in mind?”
Sam grinned,
and then started to kiss me again, working her way down my body as I lay
there. Her lips touched my neck, my
chest, my belly and arms, my legs and then…”
“Oh,” I said
as I looked at her, “I see what you mean now.”
“I know – I
can see that as well,” she said before her lips caressed me again, her tongue
stroking me as I lay there, and let it all happen.
When she
looked up at me again, I smiled and said “You naughty naughty
girl, you know I’ll have to punish you for that?”
“I was hoping
you’d say that,” she said as she wriggled round, so I untied her wrists from
her waist and eased her dress off, before I picked some rope from the bag and
created a rope harness, enclosing her breasts above, below and between, and
then started to kiss her again, making her moan before I ran another length of
rope between her legs, and placed her in a hog tie.
“Now,” I said
as I looked at her, “are you ready for your punishment?”
“Yes, sir,”
Sam said as she looked up at me, my hands reaching and stroking her sides and
chest as she bit her lower lip…
“Hey – how
are you feeling this morning?”
“Absolutely frigging
fantastic,” Sam said as she and Jess hugged.
It was about eleven, and we had decided it was probably about time we
showed our faces for Sunday brunch.
“Yeah, I know
the feeling,” Jess said as she winked at me, and Tony returned with an omelette
and some potatoes.
“When did you
leave the room,” he asked me as Jess and Sam went to the buffet, and I began to
drink some orange juice.
“Early hours
– I thought you two may appreciate having the room to yourselves for a while.”
“Considerate
– and it gave you some privacy as well, correct?”
I just nodded
as Tony smiled. “That looks good – do
they cook it fresh for you?”
“Sure – ask
at the counter,” he said as I looked over.
“Some fruit
first I think,” I said as I headed for the cold buffet.
We sat, ate,
drank, talked before Jess said “How long do you think it will be before the
irrepressible Sandy shows up?”
“GOOD
MORNING!!”
“About ten
seconds,” I whispered to Sam as Sandy appeared, wearing a green polo shirt and
wrap round mini skirt.
“And how are
you feeling this morning,” she said as she sat at our table.
“Still waking
up, if truth be told,” I said as I drank some coffee. “So when do we head off to Chinatown.”
“One
o’clock,” Sandy said, her teeth gleaming, “I’ll meet you in the lobby.”
“We could do
with losing her for the rest of the day,” Jess said as she watched her walk
off.
“I’ve got a
much better idea,” I said quietly, “I saw a leaflet when I went to the
restroom.” I placed it on the table for
the others to see, and they just smiled in agreement.
“Hey Sandy –
would it be possible to fit in a show in Chinatown this afternoon?”
She looked at
the four of us – me in a white shirt and jeans, Tony in his chinos and t-shirt,
Sam in a vest top and shorts, and Jess in a crop top and mini skirt.
“What sort of
show,” she said as she looked at us.
“Traditional
Chinese magic – it’s at 3.30 in the theatre there.”
“All right
then,” Sandy said as she looked at her iPad, “Let me
see if I can get some tickets sorted out here before we go…”
We watched
her as she walked off, and then smiled at each other…
Chinatown is
an amazing place – very different from what I expected it to be, if truth be
told. Sandy was very careful to explain
this was not as big as the one in San Francisco, but it was still a different
world to the four of us.
We stood on
the street and watched as a dragon parade went by.
“At one
time,” Sandy said, “this was actually part of what was called Little Italy, but
it has changed a lot over the years.”
“So I can
imagine,” Sam shouted out over the cymbals and drums.
Eventually,
we found ourselves outside a small theatre, Sandy saying “Well, this is where
the show you wanted to see is. Let’s go
inside.”
There was
only room for a few dozen people, sat round an open area in the centre of the
room, so we took our seats and waited for the act to begin.
“When does
the show start,” Sam whispered to me, but as if in answer to her question we
heard the sound of silk unfurling, and four acrobats descended from the
ceiling, wrapping the silk around themselves to control their fall, as a man in
a dark suit and a collarless white shirt walked into the centre of the floor.
“Ladies and
gentlemen,” he said in a loud voice, “welcome, welcome all, to the world of
Chinese magic. Today we hope to astound,
to amuse, to entertain, but most of all, to open your eyes to the world beyond
your normal sight.”
For the next
hour, he performed with the help of the acrobats a number of tricks and
illusions, helped by two glamorous assistant swearing red silk cheongsams with
gold embroidery. He was good, I granted
him that, but the best was yet to come.
“For our
final illusion,” he finally said, “I wish to show you the dangers that lurk
behind our society, if you only wish to peer behind the curtain. I seek three volunteers – brave young women –
from the audience.”
That was the
cue we had been waiting for, as Sam and Jess hooked their arms under Sandy’s
and hauled her to her feet with them.
“We have
three brave volunteers,” the man said as the others clapped, Tony and me most
of all. “Come forward and stand with
me.”
Sandy’s face
was a picture as she was escorted into the centre of the open area, while the
man said “We need to meet these young ladies.”
Holding the microphone, he put it in front of Sam, who said “I’m Sam,
and this is Jess and Sandy.”
“Welcome
ladies,” the man said as his assistants stepped forward, “and thank you for
volunteering. Now, I want you to feel
what my assistants have in their hands.”
Sandy looked
nervous as she felt the rope that was held out in front of her. “The rope is soft, is it not? Does it feel like something you should be
scared of?”
The other two
looked at Sandy, as she slowly shook her head from side to side, staying very
quiet.
“Good,” the
man said as he walked behind them, along with his assistants. “Look at the audience, focus on them, and
relax – you will come to no harm.”
Tony and I
watched as the three of them took a length of rope each – a long length – and
doubled it over, making a small loop before they draped the rope over the
shoulders of all three of them. Sandy
was shaking a little as the magician stood behind her, her assistants behind
Sam and Jess.
“The Chinese
authorities, during the Sino-Japanese war, developed a way of securing those
they took prisoner in a quick and efficient manner,” the man said, and then
they moved like greased lightning, wrapping the rope down the arms of all three
women and pulling them behind their backs at the same time. I took five minutes, but at the end of those
five minutes all three had their arms secured and pulled up behind their backs,
and their upper arms and chests enclosed in a tight trope harness.
Sandy looked
as if she was in shock, as I heard Jess whisper “Relax, Sandy – it’s all part
of the trick.”
“All… All right,” she said as she wriggled round,
and the assistants brought forward three chairs, sitting one of the girls in
each chair. “Once they had their
prisoners secured,” the man said, “they would take them into a room, sit them
down, and make sure they could not run off by securing their legs.”
The two women
knelt and bound the legs of all three of them, starting around their legs above
their knees by pulling them together and passing the rope between their legs,
and then taking it down and binding their ankles together. Sandy was getting redder, but I noticed she
was not shaking so much.
Indeed, she
was watching with interest as the two assistants stood up. “Of course, they may not wish their prisoners
to talk at that moment, but they may have had other intentions in mind. If they were to stay silent, they used a
simple, crude but effective method.
Ladies, open your mouths please.”
Sandy looked
at Jess and Sam, who both nodded, and as all three opened their mouths a rolled
length of cotton was placed inside, all three closing their lips over the
stuffing.
“Anything to
say,” the man then said as he held the microphone to all three of them, all
mumbling as they tried to talk.
“It was only
when the prisoners were bound and silenced, that the real terror would
begin. The interrogator would look at
each of them, in the eyes, and then give the nod, and they would be either
blindfolded or else covered.”
We could hear
their gasps as white cloths were draped over all three of them, covering their
bodies and the chairs they were sitting in.
The magician smiled at the audience as he said “they would then inform
the prisoners that one of them would be executed – by being shot.”
One of the
assistants handed the man a pistol, which he primed and then fired into a bale
of straw, the three girls jumping when he did that.
“The terror
was in not knowing who it was going to be – often one of the prisoners would
speak immediately. Of course, sometimes
no one would speak – and if their interrogator was feeling really cruel, then
all would be shot.”
There was a
gasp from the audience as he turned and fired at all three cloths, only for
them to fall flat to the ground – the chairs, and the bound women sitting in
the chairs, had disappeared.
“Amazing,”
Tony said as we stood with the rest of the audience, clapping and cheering as
the magician took a bow, and then held up his hand.
“Today, of
course, has been all about illusion – but this last trick would not have worked
without three very brave volunteers, and they should be applauded as well. Ladies?”
The two
assistants wheeled out a laundry basket, opening it and helping to step out
Jess, Sam and Sandy, the last of those looking round in a daze as we all
applauded and cheered.
“Ladies and
Gentlemen, thank you for your time today, and enjoy the rest of the afternoon.”
“What – what
just happened,” Sandy said as they came back over to join Tony and me. “How did they – how did we…”
“Don’t ask –
just accept,” Sam said as she took Sandy by the arm. “Was it terrifying?”
Sandy nodded.
“And was it
also exhilarating?”
Sandy nodded
again as she started to smile.
“Good – now,
what’s next?”
“Well,” Sandy
stammered, “we have a couple of hours before we have dinner booked…”
She kept
looking back at the theatre door, so I said “Is there something you want to say
Sandy?”
“Did you know
he would do that trick?”
I nodded as
she looked at me.
“You both
remained so calm as they tied you up – is that the first time you’ve been bound
or gagged that way?”
“That way, yes,”
Sam said, and she was telling the truth – but Sandy picked up on the way she
emphasised her words.
“Do you – do
you think you could tie me up again? I
want to feel that helplessness.”
“Well, only
if you really want us to,” Jess said as he and Sam took her by the arms. “Boys, do you think you can amuse yourselves
for an hour or two.”
“I think we
can manage – see you back at the hotel,” Tony said as we waved them off.
When we made
our own way back an hour later, I texted Sam to find out where they were.
“Our room,” I
said to Tony, so we headed up in the elevator and I let us in – to the sound of
panting and moaning from the bedroom.
As we walked
into the lounge area, Sam and Jess came out, embracing and kissing both of us.
“So where’s
our host,” I said as I brushed Sam’s hair away.
“In the
bedroom,” she said quietly, “go and have a look.”
We looked in
to see Sandy lying naked on top of the covers, wriggling round as the rope
between her legs moved back and forth. She
was tightly hogtied, with a silk scarf that had a large knot in it lodged
between her teeth, and another folded and tied tightly over her eyes as she
groaned in delight.
“Fast
learner,” I said as we closed the door.
“Hardly –
apparently an ex used to do it, but went too far. We drove the fear away today.”
“We’ll give
her another twenty minutes before we release her,” Jess said with a smile,
“that will give her enough time to change before we head out to dinner.”
“It’s a pity
you can’t stick around any longer – we could have had some fun this morning.”
“I know,” I
said to Tony as we checked out, “but we’re not going to get home until nearly
six tonight as it is. Hey – maybe we can
meet up again someday?”
“We’d like
that – Sam and I have already exchanged contacts,” Jess said with a smile.
“Well – we
need to get going. Safe journey.”
“You too,
mate,” Tony said as we shook hands, and I hugged Jess while Sam hugged both of
them. We then waved as we set off in the
taxi to LAX…
Kristen and
Jennifer were at the airport to meet us, waving as we came through the
doors. Kristen was in her jeans, brown
leather bomber jacket and knee length boots, while Jennifer had on a red
jersey, black leggings and red ankle boots.
“Good
flight,” they said as we hugged them.
“Yeah, we had
a great time,” I said as I looked at my sister.
“Where’s Mum?”
“Oh, she and
Linda stayed at my place,” Jennifer said as she looked at both of us. “Come on – you can tell us all about what
happened.”
“Why didn’t
they come?”
“Erm – we’ll tell you when we get there,” Kristen said, Sam
and I looking at each other and shaking our heads as we headed for the car.
When we got
back to Sam’s place, we all went in, Sam putting her case by the front door.
“We’re back,”
Jennifer called out, only for there to be a muffled greeting from upstairs.
“You’d better
go up – they want to see you,” Kristen said, “We’ll get supper sorted out.”
We both went
up the stairs, hand in hand, and looked in her mother’s bedroom, finding her
and my mum lying on the bed, facing each other with their arms around the
other’s waist, their wrists tied together behind the other’s back and then tied
to rope between their legs, pressing against their shorts. As they moved their arms, the rope rubbed to
and fro, each of them looking at us with eyes full of feeling over the knotted
scarves in their mouths.
They also had
their legs wrapped around each other, their ankles crossed and tied with ropes
going down to the foot of the bed.
“They wanted
a little quality time,” Jennifer said as she looked in. “We’ll cut them loose for dinner. So come on – how was the trip?”
“Hey there
handsome.”
I looked up
as Sam sat on my lap in the cafeteria, and planted one right on my lips.
“Hey –
recovered?”
“Just about –
I didn’t get to sleep until about two, but I should be okay. I just wanted you to know I had a text from
Jess – she and Tony got back safely as well.”
“That’s
good.”
“She also
said we can expect something in the post – any idea what?”
I shook my
head – but whatever it was, it might be fun…
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