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Freaky Thangs	By : Beaverhausen13 Category: 1 through F > Friday the 13th: The Series Views: 584 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The day of Electric Boogaloo has finally shown itself, and I am doing my very fucking best not to spend it doing running man, cabbage patch, and Kid-n-Play victory dances around Curious Goods in my glee. Not very dominant behavior, that. And I’ve got to keep my head in the game, here.
Lucky for the both of us, yesterday had us sated enough for my head to be back on straight and thinking back to being clear as a bell. Man, that was nice. We needed that so much; simple, slow, and continual lovemaking without all the fantasy bells and whistles that will definitely take over the menu today. Micki and I made occasional trips to the kitchenette and bathroom, but primarily didn’t leave our bed until we woke up this morning.
Due to the aspect of today’s boogaloo, she and I refrained from our usual oral sex wake-up ritual. Either she’s doing it or me, whoever wakes up first generally gets the honor. But today, we kind of knew without having to say the words that any sexual activity should be reserved for this evening’s fantasy play.
So instead of doing happy dances, I’ve been taking the time during store hours today to install a hook on the slant in the ceiling in the stair landing area by Jack’s rolltop desk. I also stash a can of Redi-Whip in one drawer of his desk, and a cat o’nine tails in the one beneath it. Yeah, it sounds like I went further than I should with that one, but it is seriously comprised of the most buttery-soft leather and is much gentler than the average tool of that nature. The folks at the bondage store I bought all this stuff at may have looked a little spooky, but man, were they helpful. When I explained Micki’s proclivities and limits, they led me right to exactly what I needed to go along with what I have in mind. Depending on how this goes, I might end up being a repeat customer.
I help Micki ring up a few more customers before continuing my Electric Boogaloo prep. Doing all of this without her noticing but basically right under her nose isn’t easy, but I’m pulling it off. I sneak down to the basement and fill a wooden cleaning bucket with soapy water, grab the scrub brush that’s mated with it, and end up placing it carefully out of the way in the sunken in area behind the railing in the back of the store, next to the sofa but not visible to the average glance. I pull out a set of padded handcuffs with a longer than normal chain that’s almost 3 feet long end to end and hide that surprise in a bookshelf in the same area. A joy buzzer is stashed in a different part of the bookcase, double checking to make sure Micki isn’t looking before confirming that hiding place.
I help with a few more sales to keep the suspicion at my prep as low as I can, then escape upstairs to get the candles set up and ready to go in the bathroom. Aftercare for this kind of thing is so important, and for how nice it was on our last fantasy night, I figure is the only element that won’t be altered. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. And I do love bubble baths with Micki. I double check to make sure the cherry almond scented bubbles are ready to go in the bathroom cabinet and pat myself on the back when I’ve confirmed I’ve stocked up properly. The opening fantasy about bubble baths with my luscious redhead happened our first night here. We hadn’t met Jack yet, that’s how early this was. The store had no electricity yet, and we, of course, were relying on candles to light our way. Micki commandeered the bathroom as I was getting my cot situated, and the sound of running water in the tub automatically stopped me in my tracks with the knowledge that she was getting naked on the other side of that door. Suddenly, I was seeing the bathroom door swing open and a naked Venus with wild red curls was entreating me to join her in a purr, glowing in candlelight.
Tame. But I do love that one.
I get to the back of the closet in the bedroom next, retrieve the garment bag containing her French maid costume, and move that to hanging on a hook in the bathroom. I also get a selection of makeup, her brush, and hot rollers and make sure they’re also set up in the bathroom on the counter.
Micki can’t get ready in the bedroom this time. My plans hinge on this. At least, until the very end of her costume application. I locate her black patent leather open toed stiletto heels and place them on the floor on the side of the bed closest to our balcony doors. After that, I fish out the black satin garter belt and sheer black seamed thigh highs from the bottom back end of my underwear drawer and place them strategically on the mattress directly lined up with the heels on the floor. I get a little hard just thinking about her in those seamed thigh highs, but have to press on. Luckily, I’ll be seeing it for myself soon enough.
I snag the hourglass I hid in the kitchen cabinet and set it next to her makeup area on the bathroom counter, writing a note instructing her when to move to the bedroom, folding it and placing it under the hourglass before heading back downstairs to resume the business day as normal.
I almost forget an important touch to this whole brou-ha-ha but catch myself right before I have to snap into stoic Dom mode, and move the sleeping mask I tucked in the desk to under a sofa cushion in the sunken area with the handcuffs and joy buzzer, lest I forget the Cinderella mop equipment. I allow myself one more gleeful grin and bust into a quick running man when she’s not looking before T-minus 5 minutes and counting. Hey, I can’t *not* be me. C’mon now, witcha. I have an incredible girlfriend who is all-in on granting some of my best sexual fantasies about her. What man wouldn’t be this dance-happy right now?
I gotta suck it up and get into that dominant outlaw mindset now, though, and allow that feeling I let control me last time. It affects me bodily; my stance, voice, expressions are all infused when I permit that Dom side to take over. Micki fuckin’ *loves* it.
Micki’s organizing sales receipts as we do our closing procedures and I lock up all of our entrances, saving the back door for last so I can sneak up behind her while she has her head down with her paperwork by the register. I grasp her sharply around her waist with my left arm, clutching a fistful of hair with my right hand to tilt her head to the side as I breathe my instructions into her neck right by her ear, “You’re going to finish closing up. Make sure to put up the blackout curtains in the front windows. Then you’ll go to the bathroom and turn the hourglass. That’s how long you have to prepare. Use your time wisely. Further instructions await you in the bathroom.” I release her as suddenly as I had grabbed her and head upstairs without another word.
Knowing her and that beautiful mystic, I just created a small lake with that one. Goddammit, I fucking love her.
It’s hard not to stare at the garter belt and stockings I’ve laid out for her once I’m in our room, but manage to dig out my own burglar get up and fixin’s from the back of our closet and start suiting up. Basic shit: Thinner black turtleneck sweater, black pants, black boots, black leather gloves, a utility belt I’ve got stocked with a length of black nylon rope, a serrated hunting knife in a holster, and special Velcro wrist cuffs lined with soft red velvet and adorned with metal O rings along with connective latches that mate the cuffs together. A nice, versatile purchase from my pals at the bondage store. I complete my look by throwing on the black sweater ski mask, pushing it up to beanie level and keeping my face exposed until it’s time to ‘break-in’.
I give it about three minutes before she’s due to cross through those French doors before slipping out onto the balcony and getting ready to pounce. This is very delicate. We don’t need the cops called. It’s colder than a motherfucker out here, but the full-face mask and gloves are making it a little better. And it is unusually quiet tonight in the neighborhood, I’m noticing. Okay. Things *do* seem to be working in my favor, so I’m gonna go with this.
Hoooooooly Sex Goddess, Batman. Micki slips through the French doors, doing things to that black and white French maid uniform that would make Colleen Camp jealous. Jayyyyy-zus. Micki’s breasts and bodices of that design always do wonderful things together, and this is just…fuck me with that voluptuous glory *awesome*. The full skirt of her uniform is incredibly short and supported by crinoline, accentuating the mile long length of her gorgeous, naked legs and completed with the cutest cartoonish like white bow at the back. I notice this now as she’s discovered the rest of her costume and starts obediently putting it on, setting her feather duster on the bed and starting with the garter belt. She made a nice choice with her hair; its all swept into an updo with a curly crown that’s surrounded by that sexy upstairs maid cap. Micki lifts her skirt and I get a glimpse of promised land as she secures the garter belt on her body. She’s already just glistening. I’ve been rock hard from the second I saw her walk into the bedroom, and am getting rabid watching her slink into those seamed thigh highs. Holy God Dammit, man.
Micki connects her stockings to the garters, and as she’s stepping into her stilettos and reaching for her feather duster facing away from me, I slip in through the balcony door, popping the latch on the knife on my belt as I grab her roughly from behind and grasp hard on her right breast with my left hand as my right pulls out the knife and caresses it feather-light and cautious in the air over her bodice, “Don’t fucking move and don’t you dare fucking scream.” I rasp into her ear, “You work here?”
“Y…” she starts.
“I didn’t say you could fucking talk.” I admonish her in a firm voice, squeezing harder on her breast and directing most of my speech through my mask hole on the left side of the back of her edible neck, “Head motions only.”
Micki nods yes.
“Are you alone?” I ask her, making good and sure she feels my erection pressing against her as I caress her a little more ardently in my question.
Micki nods yes again. Sweet jeezly everything, the woman is sex as a person. I can already smell her delicious in the air.
I press on, leaning in to our roleplay, “Don’t your employers know that it’s dangerous to leave a beautiful woman alone and defenseless?”
Her scent gets stronger by the second as she shakes her head no and tries to hold back the tiniest whimper. I scrape the tip of the knife across one of her forearms that were spurned to defensively clutching my arm locking her in my hold and feel my dick expand to new heights as she shudders against me, “Look at you. Fuck.” I breathe against her jawline and lay a little harder into my grinding caress of her in my hold, “Don’t *you* know how dangerous it is for a gorgeous woman to be so close to open windows when men like me are out in the world?”
Micki shakes her head no against me and gasps when I’m dragging her through the balcony doors, “Then you need to be taught a lesson.” I growl as I twist her to face the balcony railing. She immediately starts shivering in the night air and I allow my leather glove clad hand to roam along her gorgeous torso as the other quickly sheathes the knife. “Maybe the whole neighborhood needs to see the consequences of your mistake, woman.” My hands grip her naked arms and slide down, holding her wrists at her sides as I nip at her neck through my mask hole and press her into the railing. “Don’t fucking move a muscle.” I warn her as I momentarily release my grip and unhook the wrist cuffs from my utility belt. The Velcro has them securing to her wrists pretty easily and quickly and soon, I’ve got both of them on her and latched together, her bound wrists held in front of her and creating an added bonus of her arms pressing against and accentuating her already insanely voluptuous breasts. Gawt. Damn. I run my hands up the back of her thighs, missing the usual satiny feel of her skin due to the gloves, but she seems to be digging the way the leather feels on her flesh, because she is *hot*. When she gets like this, its inevitable that she is going to climax quickly, easily, and frequently.
Score. Just where I want her.
Jesus, I love this woman.
I firmly grasp the bottom swell of her ass cheek with my right gloved hand and get another shaky gasp. It’s cold enough out here that I’m not trying to keep us on the balcony for too long, but the way she’s shivering is reminiscent of what I’m about to do to her countless times tonight. I’m still amazed at the strength of her tasty scent coming through strong in the antiseptic chill of the air. “Hmm, so how should I make an example out of you so that you’ll know better next time?” I squeeze her ass a little more roughly but refrain from the spankings just yet. That sort of thing needs a build, if you want to do this stuff right. Tonight is all about that slow tease. For starters, anyway.
I take my hands off of her as I unzip my pants and pull my cock out. Even the night air isn’t putting a dent in this sucker, she’s got me so fucking switched on. “What if I just fucked you right now? Out here, in front of everyone? Would you learn?” Holy shit, she’s already soaked to the tops of her thigh highs, my cock meeting her cooling arousal as I tease it around her upper inner thighs with the occasional prod close to her mystic, but intentionally not hitting the mark. Micki’s doing her best not to move, but still squirms a little into me with a low moan that she strangles quickly. I tuck back in as abruptly as I pulled out, growling into her neck, “Oh, I’m going to fuck you. But these people don’t get the privilege of bearing witness. Take me to the safe. Now.”
I pull her back inside and shut the balcony doors behind me. I’m glad I realized how wet she already is. With how cold it is out there, she could have gotten sick if we stayed out there any longer.
I’d be lying if I said that reaction didn’t just lead me to my next erotic research topic of exhibitionism. Good to know. More on that later. Tonight is a whole horse of a different color, and I have to focus, so I pull the knife back out, bringing it near her back and pausing slightly to snag the feather duster off the bed before marching her through the Goods Lair and down to our first designated play area. We both put our heads together for those, deciding to bless new areas not yet explored in Curious Goods with our sexual activity. We reach the stair landing office area at the top of the staircase in the storefront and she points silently to the prop safe we had placed next to Jack’s rolltop desk. Micki has to do this with her wrists bound, and sweet Jesus, what a lift that just gave her luscious chest. Mama. I set down the knife and feather duster and continue with the roleplay of burglar/safe cracker. I make like I crack the safe open, pulling the door and revealing an empty interior.
“No money?” I say with a quiet rage that almost frightens *myself*.
Micki sure looks a little scared as she shakes her head no.
“Well, I’m not walking out of here with nothing. You. I’ll take you. You’re mine, now.” I tell her, pulling the nylon rope off my belt and looping it through the O rings on her wrist cuffs, tying the ends of the rope securely and yanking her toward the hook in the ceiling by Jack’s desk. I raise her arms roughly and loop the rope on her cuffs on the hook, suspending her beautifully in front of me. Merciful crap. “First, I need to inspect my new merchandise. See what I’m walking away with.” I press against her prone form, pushing the mask up until my mouth is exposed before letting my gloved hands explore her slowly, starting from her extended arms and moving down.
I almost lose my shit with the amount of sheer, raw lust emanating from those beautiful, big eyes of hers, and have to do my damndest to keep focus. “Nice, smooth arms. Exotic hair color, very pretty.” I begin with my appraisal, taking stock vocally, “Gorgeous face. Deceptively innocent, but you’re still seducing me right now. Very valuable. Alluring mouth. Let’s test it.” I steal a quick kiss and have to pull back from the urgent need I feel from her when our mouths meet, because I will blow this whole thing and that can’t happen. I do love when she kisses me like that, though. “Long neck. Classic, alabaster decolletage. Incredible tits. Serious value.” I’ve reached her white bodice with the leather glove expedition and pull the fabric down to display the awesome beauty that are her breasts and run a leather clad hand over one of her taut, pink nipples. Her breathing is very heavy right now, but she’s doing her best to not try to make any sounds. She’s being a very good girl. Let’s see what she does when I lean down and bite slightly on that same nipple. A little whimper. So cute. So I give it a nice, long kiss next while stroking the sibling nipple with a gloved finger. Now she’s trying her very best to put a stop to the involuntary writhing and holding her breath to cut off her moans.
I release her and continue my appreciation in a most businesslike manner, like my dick isn’t busting out of my pants like the Kool-Aid man if it could. “Small waist. Overall sexy body and good smell. Very nice, shapely, long legs.” I run my gloved hands along them, lifting her skirt on the way back up and revealing that lovely mystic and black satin garter belt. Sheeeet. There’s a very tasty reason why this is one of my favorite things in the Universe. “So that’s where that scent is coming from.” I feign surprise and get a little closer, running my tongue lightly on the seam of her vagina. Her little body wiggle is a-fucking-dorable. “Mmm, gourmet. That should be worth plenty.” I stand up and move to the rolltop desk, faking like I’m doing a random search, and retrieve the cat o’nine tails from its hiding place.
Micki’s naked chest is just heaving in her seriously super-duper sexy prostrate position, eyes gleaming with desire. “There’s one more thing I have to check.” I twist her facing away from me and lift her skirt, exposing the perfection that is her ass. “Very nice.” I tell her, stroking the expanse of it lightly with the leather strips of the cat o’nine tails. Her inner thighs are almost reflective with her arousal, sweet mercy. “How much can it handle?” I pull back and give a gentle lashing across her cheeks, getting a full-blown moan from her. She clamps her mouth shut and I decide to forgive her error.
“I have decided to keep you.” I say sternly as I give her behind another lash, one for each accompanying sentence. “You are Woman. When I allow you to speak, I am Sir. You have my permission to react to what I’m about to do to you. No words yet, though.”
Micki gives me a loud, grateful moan as the leather straps make little red flecks across that beautiful ass and my dick expands with the power of being able to control and orchestrate her sexually. This is beyond wild. This is next level awesome.
I drop my whipping tool to the ground and twist her back to face me. I take her beautiful face in my leather hands and kiss her long and hard, feeling the blast of energy coming from her as her kitten tongue does an incredibly needy dance against mine. She really is just an angel for being party to all of this. A lot of elements are from my own dreamland, but this skeleton of our scenario we came up with together, pillow talk style. I linger on her mouth maybe for a little longer than I should, then break away and sink into a kneel in front of her gorgeous auburn mystic as I lift her skirt again and take her in. “This actually requires some further investigation.” I say in an absent monotone, licking the surface area in a deliberate tease and doing an inner hitch-kick at her moan in response. Every time it hits my lips, its just so good. It prompts me to say fuck it right quick to the tease and just begin a voracious attack on her delicious pussy, going straight for what I like to call ‘pay dirt’, that area that gets her shaking for twice as long as average and screaming in her orgasm blindness. My face becomes slicked with her instantly, her essence getting on the fabric of my mask and infecting it with her precious gourmet scent. I’m satisfying my tastebuds in the greatest way and the bonus is that this makes Micki *very* happy. She’s practically hitting high notes and close to breaking glass with those screams. Fucking righteous. Her vibrating in this suspended, prostrate, and bonded position has just made first place in the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I pull back after ‘pay dirt’ decides to cool down and nip on the soft, wet skin of her inner thighs. She whimpers with each pinching bite, hanging a little boneless from her suspension in the aftermath of that orgasm. I kiss and lick at her arousal following each nip at her skin, feeding my addiction until I decide it’s time to move things forward.
          I’m on my feet and moving behind her, releasing the Velcro on her wrist cuffs and bringing her arms down to her sides. Then I’m ripping the zipper of her uniform down and yanking it roughly off her body. “Step out.” I command her as she steps carefully out of the dress around her feet. Now in just the garter belt, seamed stockings, stilettos, and little maid cap, I do an approving circle around her, “I am liking my new merchandise so far. Very striking. Now let’s test your obedience. Your first task is to remove all of my clothes, but leave the mask and gloves. Can you do that, Woman?”
          Micki nods with fire behind her gaze as she kneels at my feet and starts to remove my boots, me lifting a foot each to assist her in her efforts. Then the socks go. She finds the latch of my utility belt and it goes falling to the floor with a thud. It’s going to be so nice when I’m finally inside her. But not yet. I want her blind with lust before I’m to the point of entry. She’s close, but I want to be better than sure. “Slowly.” I tell her when she starts the removal of my pants, my erection springing out in front of her when my lady love moves them in a glacial fashion down my hips. She’s not the only one going without underwear tonight. Micki bites her lip and continues the rest of her tug of my pants off my legs. She gets back on her feet and starts moving the hem of my sweater slowly up my chest, looking right into my eyes staring at her from behind these mask holes. And I can’t help but stare, she is fantasy made real right now and looks de-fuckin-lectable. She manages the sweater over my head without displacing the mask, and I compliment her upon completion, “Good girl. Just right.”
          I move back to the rolltop desk and try not to relish too much in the way Micki is staring at my body like I’m the tasty treat. Instead, I do another pretend rummage before finally procuring the can of Redi-Whip and turning around with a slight, cold smile in my reveal. “Now let’s see how well you can clean.” I approach her, my erection angry and standing almost pointing in her direction. She can’t take her eyes off of it. “I’ll even give you a little demonstration of what I’m looking for.” I tell her, popping off the cap and blasting her right breast with whipped cream. My arms go around her, clutching her back as I do a slow, kissing and licking consumption of the Redi-Whip off her breast. Her whimpered moans almost sound like she’s crying. Fucking A, she’s so hot.
          Mmm. My turn. I release her and blast a good amount on my cock. “I’m going to need to observe how well you can clean that.”
          Micki tries not to smile and sinks to her knees in front of me. “Do you want to clean that up for me, Woman?” I ask her. She gives me a pleasing, obedient nod and smile that’s brimming with her naked desire. I think I just expanded another few centimeters just by the look on her face. “You may proceed.”
          I could live a billion years and will never *ever* get tired of the beauty of her mouth or the fantastic wonder that surrounds her fellatio. It’s another one of her numerous gifts, and definitely an imagination surpasser, one of her many. After licking the bulk of the Redi-Whip in a slow, upward motion around my penis, she’s got it in her mouth and is sucking on it in the most amorous fashion. It feels over the moon phenomenal. She’s added these little yummy noises that kick everything onto another plane. No. Not yet. “You’re finished. Stand.” I pant out in the firmest voice I can in my dizzy arousal. Jesus, she’s good at that.
          Still gripping the can of whipped cream, I stare down at her as she rises and regards my mask clad face with her eyes just fucking blazing. “Did you like the way that tastes, Woman? You may respond.”
          Her voice sounds like honey, “Yes, Sir.”
          “Are you content being mine?”
          “Yes, Sir.”
          “Don’t fucking speak without my permission again. I didn’t say you could respond the second time.” I correct her sharply, one of my gloved hands clapping down hard on her bare ass. She gives me the sexiest whimpered moan and casts her eyes downward in submission.
          I blast her left breast with whipped cream, “Seem to have missed one.” I say vacantly, leaning down to clutch her and devour the sweet cream from her breast, grinding my erection hard against her. Baby kittens. Every time I touch her skin, I’m transported to a snuggle pen filled with the softest baby kittens. I spend double the amount of time on this one and the way her body arches into my touch tells me we are exactly on my sexy schedule. Once her beautiful breast is back to being free of whipped cream, I release her and pick up the feather duster I had set down in my safe-cracking efforts.
          “Put your hands on the railing and stay still.” I instruct her, heady with the power of her swift compliance. Oh yes, the woman is definitely if sex was a person. Those seamed thigh highs with the garters are full on goddess level. I drag the feather duster lightly along the seams of those stockings, humming in minute approval at her heavy sighs from this lightness of sensation. I continue with the feather duster’s travels across her artful terrain, wisping it over her ass and lower back before reaching under her to tease lightly at her breasts. Micki’s little squirms and sighs are giving my dick nice dreams about plunging forcefully inside of her Better-than-Heaven, but I can’t. Not just yet. I start a gloved finger in on this exploration, trailing from the nape of her neck and slowly down as I tease the feather duster along her chest and stomach. The finger makes a more pressurized journey down her back and side, lingering for a bit on the dip of her waist as I tease the feathers for a second between her legs and move it back to a soft, slow tease of her breasts. Micki’s outright moaning more now that I’ve added my finger into the show. I supply a biting kiss to the side of her neck in my attentions and am met with an even more positive response. The energy that she’s vibrating with right now is beyond anything I even thought was possible. I keep this up for a while, alternating sensations on her gorgeous body with my mouth, gloved finger, and the feather duster. I get her to the point of wriggling like a worm on a hook and move away from her. Two reasons for this, one more second and I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from slamming into her incredible scented mystic. The second reason is that it’s time to move on. I obtain the wrist cuffs still hanging from the rope on the ceiling hook, unlatching them from connection but still bonded by the rope looped through the O rings, and move directly behind her, rubbing my cock hard against her ass as I replace the cuffs on her wrists, finishing off with a gentle bite to her shoulder.
          “I’m encouraged with my acquisition so far.” I say into her ear, trying not to smile with satisfaction at how labored her breathing is. Her thighs are already slip-n-slide level, the tops of her stockings heaven scented and so damp it’s impressive. I hope she drinks a lot of water after we’re done tonight. Damn. “Of course, there are still a few more tests we’re going to need to do to really prove your worth. Take me downstairs, Woman. You can let go of the railing.”
          I get behind her with a firm grip on the rope attached to her wrists and take great pleasure in watching that perfection of her backside move in front of me as we progress down the staircase. Micki reaches the bottom landing and I command, “Stop. 69.” I tell her as I move into a laying position on the steps. She scrambles quickly on top of me, her face at my cock as her hips shift up my torso and her delicious mystic greets my mouth. I shift the mask up a tiny bit higher before clutching her upper thighs with my gloved hands and inhaling her pleasant magic wonderful. “You may proceed.” I permit, then attack her with an ardor that’s even more amplified than my norm. Fuck. Oh man, this is overwhelmingly excellent. Gawt Dayum, she’s brilliant at this. And her taste is just an explosion of the best kind of flavor in my mouth. And she’s coming *already*. Huh. So she is more switched on than I had calculated. She must really be loving this. I know I am. I do a nice, teasing figure eight around and across her clitoris, lapping up another delicious wave then suckling ever-so-slowly on tremble area #1, the first ever spot I discovered to make her come that incredible pilot journey in our magnificent sex life. She’s giving me the best moaning adoration of my penis that I could ask for, leaning in to her passionate sucking up and down at a rate that’s impressive for how much I’m distracting her. Oh yes, you know she’s coming again. Pretty hard, too, she’s shaking full bodied into my mouth, and goddammit, I just want to fuck her brains out right now. But her mouth feels insanely good, and she tastes like the best kind of dessert, so I can wait a bit longer.
          I’m getting close myself, and am gonna allow myself to go with the release when it happens. I’ll reload again almost immediately, so there’s no drawback here. In fact, I can use this. “You need me to come in that sexy mouth, don’t you?” I groan into her pussy, “You may respond.”
          Micki releases me, moaning “Yes, Sir” loudly and dives back down, giving me 110% with her efforts.
          I match that energy with my own attentions, bathing my face in her flavor as my orgasm plows through me at an outrageous level that stuns me with its force and power. This is like eighteen roundhouses by Mr. Norris in a goddamn row. I maintain my extreme French kiss of her pussy as I’m just torn to shreds by this thing. The steps aren’t the most comfortable and I’m getting aware of how much they’re digging into my back as this blatantly insane climax finally decides to trail off. I lick at her in a snail’s pace once more before I bark out my next order into her dripping mystic, “Back on your feet.”
          It takes her a little more time to comply but she does, still shaking slightly with aftershock from her series of orgasms. I take a hold of the rope again, using it as a passive reign, “Start walking, Woman.” Micki leads me to our final play area, the sunken-in part of the store behind the railing. I follow her down the two and a half steps and command, “Stop.”
          She freezes where she stands and I’m rejoicing inwardly and hard again immediately. Freaking Jesus, the woman has no end to her sexy. “On the sofa. On your knees, and lean facing with your hands on the back, Woman.”
          Micki gets in the position I described and I’m right behind her, untying the rope reigns and sliding it from the loop through her wrist cuffs, tossing the black nylon to the side then gripping her breasts with my gloved palms and giving them an intense, rough massage. “Yes, I admit that I’m enjoying you so far. Consider me pleased.” I reach under the cushion and find the black satin sleeping mask I had stashed, placing it carefully on her eyes without messing with the placement of her maid cap around her updo. I slide my hands in a tense, hard line down her back to her ass and provide a nice smack to her that jolts her with a slight jump and sexy, lip biting moan.
          My next move is to back away from her completely, digging out the buzzer and cuffs as she wonders what I’ll do next. I set them on the side table next to the sofa and get back behind her, rubbing my cock along a seam of her thigh high as I breathe hotly onto the left side of her neck. Mmm, every part of her is writhing, and the best is that she can’t even help it. She’s whimpering with unadulterated need and it’s kicking my ass with its raditude. Me. I’m causing this glory. Fucking yes. I tease her inner thigh with my erection and trail my free hand in a lingering, gentle manner around her chest, providing a minute pinch to a nipple with an off-timing that keeps her on her toes.
          I get closer, pressing my body against her back and turning her head to indulge in a kiss that’s charged with hunger on both our parts. Holy crow, this kiss could tell tales, it’s so intense with erotic story. “You can’t wait to have this dick inside of you, I’m sure of it. You may respond.”
          “Yes, Sir.” Micki moans, her body nearly undulating against mine. Mmm. Great fuck, this might be the hottest she’s ever been. I may have actually drove her to insanity, she’s that much of a slave to me right now.
          “I imagine that you’re very tight. I can feel for myself how wet you are.” I continue to tease at her with my cock and pinch hard at her right nipple, mouthing the words into the side of her jaw under her mask. Her whimpered moaning borders on sobs again and I can almost hear her beautiful pussy doing the same as it practically calls to me. Perfect. “If you want this cock to fill you up, I’m going to need you to ask nicely. You may submit your request. Speak.”
          Micki’s torso and hips are like a slow twisting tornado with their motions under me as my dick taps at her entrance, “Please, Sir.”
          “Hmm, please what?” I slip just the tip into her opening and I can feel her almost pulling me in. “Use your words.”
          “Please Sir, I need your incredible cock inside me. *Please*.” Her moaning purr is full of anguished need and my cock surges at her words, shoving hard inside of her and sighing in pleasure surrounded by her tight, tight wet heat. Fuck. We both moan loudly on entry. Better-than-Heaven, just fucking always. I’m clutching and caressing her breasts, thrusting slow and rough into her seemingly even tighter than usual mystical vagina. Funny how she finds new ways to keep me enthralled with her.
          God, she’s so hot, she’s even that much more molten inside. I arch my lower back and thrust up, grinding my hips against her gorgeous backside with violence and taking my time using a torturously slow pace. Mm, mmm. I could do this for a week straight, I bet. Better-than-Heaven and oh-so-fucking-delicious. I establish this for a nice, long while, pulling back from sending her over into continual climax mode, but even with my care, she’s so hot that about four of them slip in, spread enough apart that her loud wails and vicious trembles seem extra special when they happen. I could finish our little game together right now and we’d both walk away satisfied.
          But Hell no, I’m not through yet.
          I pull out of her and she gives me a little cry of response, but not *daring* to show naked dismay. She’s such a good girl.
          I praise the protective cover I popped on this sofa the morning that J.B. was due to get picked up. This is only going to get messier from here. “There is a *lot* of wealth in that pretty little snatch of yours, Woman.” I compliment as I sit next to her blind, kneeling form on the far end of the sofa next to the end table. “This is going to require further testing. I’m going to need you to shift to your right.” I help guide her as she inches slowly toward me on her knees, taking her by surprise in my impatience as I lift her bodily by the waist and maneuver her into a straddle on my lap. Her wet mystic sits obediently still against my throbbing rager as I reconnect the latches of her wrist cuffs and loop her bound wrists around the back of my neck. I start rocking my hips, sliding myself against her, “How badly do you need this cock back inside of your pretty, pretty pussy? Speak.”
          “*Badly*, Sir.” Micki’s begun circling slowly against my rocking slide and entreats me in a moany purr. Motherfucker.
          “Beg.”
          “Pleeeeeease. Pleeeeeeeeease, Sir. I feel like I’ll die if you don’t.” Mm. Now that’s the sexiest plea I’ve *ever* heard. I slip my hands from her back to her waist again as I lift her a little to position myself, slamming her down as I use my feet planted on the floor to buck up into her hard. Motherfucking Mary, how is she still so fucking tight? I’m happily baffled but establish more of a moderate, medium pace in this current position, still incorporating the appropriate roughness as I slam my hips up into her high and hard with the power I’m using from my legs. Good fuck, I’m already swimming in her arousal, and she’s blessing me with strangled wildcat squeals with each upward slam into her tight, quivering dream of a vagina.
          Time to kick this up another notch.
          I’m sure she’s very close to hitting the multi-orgasmic mother load and snag the joy buzzer with my left hand as my hips come back down on the sofa cushion. I press it on the nub of her right nipple and hit the button when I thrust up into her a little higher than the last. Her bound wrists pull against the back of my neck as she tenses and emits an ear-splitting scream, the continuous tremor of her soft, tight walls kicking off those non-stop orgasms that I’m so fond of. I don’t even have to go any faster. It’s enough just keeping it rough and zapping a nipple on occasion with the joy buzzer to extend this series of delicious orgasms dancing around my penis that would be busting out into its own running man victory dance, if it was sentient and able.
          I don’t want to overdo it, though, and keep the electric jolts rather sparse. I’m not trying to hurt her. When I’m satisfied that I’ve gotten a good amount of use from it, I toss it aside and begin to set my mouth on a journey of stimulating, sucking kisses along her neck, shoulders, and chest as I continue my rough bucking up into her, making her look like she’s engaging in a bull riding session as she rises and falls with my lap’s efforts. Of course, she feels beyond the given definition of perfect, the whole of her inside and out rocking with the mightiest of shivers. I need to see her eyes again. I know she’s blinded in orgasm land and won’t be able to see anyway, but I just love the way those wide blue-greens shine as she comes. I shift the night mask off carefully, pausing my pace as I lift it from her gorgeous face. Fuck me sideways. There is nothing more exquisitely, luminously beautiful than the expression on her face in front of me. How the fuck did I get so lucky?
          I switch it up from rough bucking to a more sensual, grinding thrust with a slightly increased pace as I draw her mouth in for a kiss. Micki practically devours my mouth in her response, her circling hips undulating just a bit more in my lap.
          My saints, I will never get over the marvel of how amazing we feel together. I’m addicted to her kiss only slightly less than her flavor of savory-sweet majesty. The amount of times that she’s come in this position and the fact that she’s not stopping has caused that muted splashing sound to make itself known again as our hips meet in a pace that’s just a little more urgently carnal now. I let my tongue mingle with hers for a couple more minutes, then kiss my way slowly down her neck and chest to the left breast, giving a biting, sucking kiss to the underside curve as our hips keep creating grinding, rolling waves into each other. Mama. My black leather hands grip her back with a light massage as I continue to kiss up to her nipple and just start sucking as hard as I can. Bound wrists strain on the back of my neck and Micki wails loudly in her response, those gorgeous, slick hips moving on my lap with an elegance that strikes me with the beauty of it all. I can’t allow myself to get sidetracked by the spectacle, because I have another equally stunning breast to pay attention to, so I kiss my way over and give it the exact same treatment, her dance on my lap making me recall some of her moves from that unforgettable striptease. Her ecstatic moaning through this feels like she’s taking the joy buzzer and applying it to the tip of my cock, giving me one thrilling jolt after another.
          I could come insanely hard right now if I let it happen. My fuck, she feels genius.
          But I’m not going to let it happen just yet. Instead, I surprise her by unhooking her arms from my neck and pulling her off my lap on our last upstroke. Her gasp almost makes me laugh. Almost. “I need to see how well you work under pressure.” I tell her, depositing her next to me on the protected sofa cushion. Micki simultaneously slumps like a wet noodle and shivers from her last lingering climax as I force myself to stand and release the latches on her cuffs.
          She’s probably too blinded still to see how swollen and purple my cock is at the moment, standing strong like a fist in the air, the ragingest of all ragers. I give her another half a minute to get her sight back and slide the Cinderella style mop bucket and scrub brush combo onto the middle of the floor. I had made sure a week ago that all the rugs in this area were cleared from the floor. “Look at how filthy this floor has gotten.” I give her a little tsk tsk, right when she gives a real look around and indicates the return of her vision. “I’m going to have to command you to get on your hands and knees and scrub all of this clean.”
          Micki appears to summon up some deep inner strength and lowers into a crawl, reaching the bucket and brush, gripping the latter and dunking it in the soapy water before obediently scrubbing the floor in light, small circles. My good God, what a sight. That showpiece of an amazing body, the seamed thigh-highs, garter belt, and heels, that incredibly cat like pose, her rear swishing back and forth as she makes those soapy circles on the floor…this visual makes me wish desperately that Curious Goods had its own video camera. Something to keep in mind for the next one, anyway. This particular fantasy element is a very long time coming; derived from when we decided to be Curious Goods and cleaned the storefront from top to bottom. It was still summer then, and Micki in tiny running shorts and an abbreviated tank top inspired the current scenario in her process of scrubbing the floors.
          Truth be told, I think I did beat my dick bloody that night in a vain attempt to knock out the pants beast. But this…this is improving on greatness. Gawt Day-yum, she looks fucking delicious. I’ve been circling around her, surveying her work and giving her enough time to get anxious at what my next move might be. I make another arc around her body, landing in front of her with my right foot next to the wooden bucket.
          Micki dares to look up at me, those eyes stopping in a hypnotized trance on my swollen purple crusher of pink cookies. “Looks like you need a little more water.” I say, kicking the bucket and sloshing water onto the floor from the aggressive jostle. “Scrub in bigger, slower circles.” I instruct her, looming over her in my observation as she lays the brush into the just spilled pool of water on the floor and does what she’s told. I reach down and smack hard on her right cheek the second I’m behind her again. “Slower.” I correct, delighting in how the smack made that whole pose rock forward in the sexiest fucking way. That gaspy moan was also just fucking everything. She makes another attempt and I’m spanking the left cheek with another tsk tsk as she rocks again with an anguished moan. “Harder.”
          She bears down and does her best to obey. I saunter in front of her again and she’s gazing at me like a lion would at a slab of raw meat. Fuuuuck, mm, most delicious little sex goddess. I use my toes on the inside rim of the bucket, tipping it over completely and flooding the floor with cold, soapy water, then make my way behind Micki again and kneel behind her, pulling back to administer the hardest spank I’ve attempted yet.
          Micki jerks forward sharply with a squealing groan, almost slipping with the balance on her hands and the wet floor making the effort a lot more difficult. “That was for making me want to fuck you senseless every time I look at you.” I say in a colder, somewhat distant tone, smacking the alternate cheek with a little less power, but still firm enough to get another rocking vision and labored moany whimper. “That was for daring to look like you need my cock again. But you do, don’t you?” I tease myself against her reddened backside, her squirm my sign that she’s ready for the final leg of this thing. “Fuck the cleaning. On your back, Woman. Now.” I order, standing and slightly sloshing over to the end table, gathering the handcuffs, and heading back to her, ever obedient as she eases her back onto the wet, soapy floor. She lays out in front of me, propped slightly on her elbows. I sink down to a prowling crawl at her feet, gripping her left ankle and snapping the padded cuff securely in place, “I have decided that the best use for my merchandise is that of my new sex slave. Do you agree? Speak.”
          “Yes, Sir.”
          I snap the other cuff onto my right wrist, “Then prepare to be fucked, slave.”
          Encouraged by her full body shudder and involuntary moan of response, I grip her cuffed appendage with mine and start a devastatingly slow trail of biting kisses down the length of that stocking clad leg first, the scent of her arousal kicking the soapy water on the floor’s ass in that aromatic Thunderdome. I supply more nipping bites around the tender skin of her inner thighs and drink up the ponds of tasty on her glowing white flesh in an alternation of bites and sucking kisses. Fucking Jesus, she’s even *more* delicious than usual. I give a short, passionate kiss to her auburn curls while slapping sharply on her inner thigh of the opposite leg I’m about to focus the same languorous attentions on.
          Her reactions equate to a Scrooge McDuck vault level of riches, paying me in the sexiest moaning and writhing on the wet floor in front of me as I keep up with the biting kisses, finishing with the other leg and making my way around her squirming hips and powder soft abdomen with my mouth’s efforts, the chain of the handcuffs cutting in with a soft clink of metal once in a while. I’m glad I spent the extra money on the padded handcuffs. The black, spongy fabric latched to my wrist is plenty comfortable, allowing me full focus on taking in the gorgeous vision of the greatest beauty on the planet vibrating under me with an energy that twins to that of pure sex, my mouth devouring her soft kitten skin as I keep those kiss bites heading north along her torso. I love her so goddamn fucking much, I’m full to bursting with it. We might be pretending that she’s my slave in this little game, but this is really my greatest truth. She totally, absolutely owns me, body and soul. I’ve been her slave this entire time. Ever since I first met her.
          Her cuffed ankle raises her leg connected to my wrist when I move higher and begin kissing up her neck, sliding my body onto hers in full contact. Her instinct kicks in and the leg goes into a natural rest on my waist, the handcuff chain grazing against our sides as our mouths meet gently in a reverent kiss that rivals those true love fairy tale lip locks, sugary sweet and a complete contrast to the lusty eroticism of our playtime. I don’t care if it is. I have a strong urge to show her how much I fucking love her right now, and I’m going with it. This far into our play, I’m sure she could use the reassurance. Good fucking Christ, she’s gorgeous. I pull my mouth from hers, gloved hands gripping her face as I grind my cock into her folds and against her clit, oh-so-slowly. Her arms have been obediently at her sides this entire time. She’s such a good girl.
          I gaze into those gorgeous, wide aqua eyes filled with love and lust, “I was going to bind your wrists again, but since you’ve been such an obedient little slave, I have decided to give you permission to touch me as I fuck you into next week.” I grind harder against her, Micki’s hips giving me the slow, needy little circles again under me, “Does that please you, slave? Speak.”
          Micki’s hands slide gratefully onto my upper back and clutch my shoulders, “Yes, Sir.”
          My cock is slowly melting by the amount of heat coming from that delicious mystical, and I am so ready for re-entry. “What do we say? Speak.”
          “Thank you, Sir.” Her honeyed voice is all I need to slide slowly back inside. Mother FUCKER. Every fucking time. Heaven fucking *wishes*.
          My following kiss isn’t as loving, consuming her mouth with a searing passion as my throbbing purple monster does a metaphorical cabbage patch inside her cozy, quivering, *still* tighter than average home. Leather thumbs make a slow caress along her jawline as her side of our kiss’s efforts do its best in blowing me back with the hungry need she’s giving me, hands gripping my shoulders with white knuckle force as our bodies do that grinding, rolling wave into each other on this cold, wet floor. I have a feeling the water is going to be hot again by the time we’re through. I thought the woman couldn’t feel any more amazing, but there she goes, exceeding expectations again. We’ve already slid a couple of feet across this soapy, wet expanse of floor, my pacing slowly ratcheting up to meet our current writhing intensity. I’ve barely just gripped her milky shoulder to anchor us before we start banging heads into walls and those tremors get going and contracting around me, Micki’s squealed moans into our mouths’ consumption of each other hitting next fucking level.
          My gratitude for all of this is infinite. Luckiest Motherfucker on the Planet. Good God.
          Micki enjoys a good series of her multiple orgasmic beauty, my pacing growing ever faster into our rolling grind, handcuff chain now cold and wet as the metal knocks against our sides. We sink in and revel in this for an extra long amount of time until I’m riding her fast and hard and right to the edge.
          Nope. Not yet.
          I pull out so quickly that she’s actually got tears in her eyes, biting her lip not to cry out. Aw, she won’t be sad for long.
          I grip her cuffed ankle with its mated hand and raise up on my knees, bringing her straightened leg in front of me, pointing it left and using it to roll her onto her right side as her unbound right leg slips between my knees in our new position. I grip her ass with my cuffed hand and a breast with the other, lowering myself a little on my haunches. I push back in, my eyes rolling back in my head at the gloriousness of this new take on a (now) oldie but goodie. Fucking eh. This is tops level of crazy fucking good. Micki must think so too, every part of her is erupting with a brand-new orgasm train. Mmm, her squealing screams sound sweeter than Pavarotti to me and there’s a beautiful poetry to her gorgeous ‘O’ face in profile that’s so camera worthy, I’m kicking myself again. Still, the way the chain of the cuffs is bouncing along her leg and across her hip to where my cuffed hand grips her precious wonder of a reddened behind under the force of her shivers is one of the sexiest gifts that she can give me. She feels sickeningly good in this position. And I am loving the hell out of being able to pay more attention to her lovely breasts, caressing and squeezing along with each incredible thrust, allowing myself to appreciate how goddamn pretty they are.
          I refrain from any more spanking. I’ve gotten what I’ve wanted out of that tack, and honestly, the pleasure coming out of this position is everything we need at the moment. She’s not going to come any harder or more continuously than she already is now, anyway. Instead, my cuffed hand gripping her ass supplies a deep massage as I bring the pace to medium fast and stay there, her vibratory, tight, kitten-soft inner walls clutching the happiest cock to pump blood. I enjoy this all very ecstatically right up to where I’m at the edge again and pull out right before I’m sent over.
          Not yet. Almost, but not yet.
          Micki’s gasping hard and gulping air as I raise her shivering, cuffed ankle and roll her on her back again, those blinded, shining eyes enchanting me. I give her time to get her vision back as I make my own attempts to get control of my staggered, labored breath. When I can tell that she can see again, I replace that cuffed leg around my waist and slide back on her again, savoring another hungry kiss as my cock presses happily against that auburn mystic. I bite at her bottom lip as one of her hands clutches the back of my neck and the other claws into the flesh of my ass, taking her face in my leather clad hands as I pull out of our current kiss and whisper, “Mm, you feel so good, slave, that I think I’m falling in love with you.” I grind a little harder against her, the tip of my cock loving the vacuum pull of her vagina, “I’m tempted. Very tempted. Do you love me? Speak.”
          “Oh, yes, Sir.” She’s all honey and undulations, and I couldn’t love her more. Well, that’s not true. As I have expressed, I fall *more* in love with her each passing second in this concept of time.
          “Very good. You may remove my mask, slave, as your reward.” I groan, sliding with a more circular grind against her.
          Micki’s giving me the sweetest, most adoring gaze when those delicate hands reach my head and do a slow reveal as she lifts the black sweater material with care off my head and tosses it to the side, our bodies steady writhing into each other all the while on the wet floor. Her hands go into my hair, her eyes telling me vast, sweeping epic novels of pure love as she stares into my face and catches my gaze of the exact same sentiment. I delve into her heat after my reluctant anchor of her shoulder with the unbound hand, still caressing the other cheek with the cuffed one, “Micki, I love you so fucking much.” I can’t help but admit as I ease inside.
          Her hips meet mine with ardor as she realizes the game is over and she can respond back, “Oh Ryan, I love you, too.” She croons in a half-whisper, her right hand giving my cheek a soft caress as her other runs through my hair and makes light massages to my scalp with each rolling thrust. The most intense orgasm train of record rolls out of the Micki Foster station in no time at all, and I repeat my statement of Heaven fucking *wishes*, my good Gawt Gawt Day-yummmm. I’m happily enchanted for a good span of this leg of our lovemaking just gazing at her ‘O’ face visual poetry, but that kissing addiction has a funny way of hitting me, so I give in to it with a pleasant lament.
          Micki’s mouth responds to mine enthusiastically in spite of her continuous, blinded shudders taking over every edibly good part of her. The feeling could also take the concept of the word amazing to the Thunderdome and win; magical quivers against my cock gathering enough positive energy to induce world peace, the euphoria is simply that fucking much of a majesty.
          My pace has reached the current rate of drilling, passionate grinding still with us at the moment but getting more and more straightforward with my speed, our kiss getting sloppier by the second. I’m almost there and it’s time now. I can let myself give in, because the game is complete and it’s down to just Micki and Ryan again, orchestrating symphonies of orgasmic greatness as we enjoy each other’s bodies.
          My head gets hot, pinpoints of electric tingles firing up on the surface of my skin, sucking on her kitten tongue and driving quick and deep into her velvety tight grip as the initial tease of coiling pleasure starts in my balls. This forces my body to get to shaking, matching the endless ones she’s overcome with under me. She started screaming a while ago and hasn’t really let up, mostly muffled into our messy kisses but still ever thrilling. Micki being able to scream during our lovemaking is a savored rarity, since we’re not really trying to bring the house down when Jack’s here.
          It’s a nice kick-start to this rip-roaring orgasm, a Big Bang worthy sensation that could definitely bring one Chuck Norris to his goddamn knees with its power and pleasure. I’m completely blinded, continuing my hard, fast drive and yelling at top volume, an audible equal to her screams, forehead connected to hers and threatening each other with partial deafness at the height of ecstasy. Jay-zus, this thing will not fucking stop. It’s been a good few minutes now, and is still doing a good job at rendering me permanently stupid and dissolving my entire self into liquid form.
          I finally slow up after one blissful melting eternity when that life-altering, meaningful pleasured Thunderdome decides to drift off, leaving a nice linger of aftershock as its parting gift. Our overwhelmed outcries at the orgasmic intensity of it all have devolved into a mutual litany of ‘I love you’s as we slow to full stop and my sight decides to fade back in.
          I don’t think I’ll ever get over how *so very fucking beautiful* she is. My face collapses on hers and I steal a gentle, passionate kiss while she’s still afflicted with blind shivers, warm all over from how much love I feel in her response.
          “Michelle?!?”
          What the everloving fuck? How did anyone even get in here? And it happens to be the most unwelcome voice I could hear at this moment in time. I look up from our kiss and see the biggest douche in the universe, Lloyd, standing at the top of the two and a half steps, face full of shock in his fancy suit.
          Micki laughs, still pretty blind, “How stupid did you fuck me, Ryan? I’m hallucinating. I swear I just heard Lloyd,” she chuckles in disbelief, “of *all* people.”
          “That’s because you did, Micki.” I say to her softly, then raise my head in a glare, “How the fuck did you get in here? And *why* are you here?” I start in on him as he turns in embarrassment at catching us compromised, insulted at Micki’s slight.
          “I entered through her balcony.” Lloyd flusters, “I’ve come to drop off her half of the monetary value of the engagement gifts we were unable to return.”
          “Your dialing finger is broken?” Micki’s got her sight back and she tilts her head up to direct her anger at him as I keep my body covering hers. I’m still inside of her and everything.
          Fucking Lloyd. What a party crasher. Dickhead.
          Lloyd runs a tense hand on the back of his neck as he keeps his flustered speech toward his focal point on the wall, “I was hoping my surprise visit would lead to reconciliation and that you had come to your senses. This was obviously a mistake. You’ve moved on, I see.”
          “How astute of you to notice.” Micki cracks, pissed to the limit.
          “Where can I put your check?” Lloyd asks, giving us another glance before putting his eyes back on the wall.
          I’m not a fan of exposing my bare ass to Lloyd, the biggest dickhead of all time, but I’d be lying if I denied inwardly gloating a little at this. Pretty sure he didn’t expect to walk in on us naked with sexy accessories, cuffed together and connected genitally in our post climactic immediacy. In your face, bitchmade.
          “I’d prefer it up your ass, but you can leave it on the desk and leave before I’m prompted to get the law involved for your annoying habit of breaking in.” Micki snaps at him, “Yes Lloyd, I’ve moved on. *Quite* happily, as you can see. So why don’t you and get the fuck out of here.”
          Lloyd clears his throat, moving toward the desk as the phone rings and the machine automatically picks up, Quiara’s bright voice sounding in after the greeting, “Hey Little Dove, obvs you’re otherwise engaged because I got the machine, but this bitch is calling to give orders. I am ordering you to pack your bags for a week long vay-cay on the island; grab your pussy magician of a boyfriend and haul ass to the airport tomorrow afternoon, because sissy’s swooping into town and picking y’all up in my jet. Call me back when you get this. Oh, p.s., word around the sewing circle is that Emperor Jerkwad Lloyd might be showing himself at some point. Some shit about a check, I dunno. Ick. Already sorry for you. ‘kay, I’m rambling now, so later gator.”
          Lloyd places the check next to the machine that has offended him to a nice point of beet red and I can’t help but rub it in, “Hey Champ, could you do me a solid and toss those handcuff keys in front of you our way?” His huff as he throws them in an underhanded toss in our direction has me shaking, I’m trying so hard not to laugh. I’m pretty sure he’s made it to the front door when I add, “Maybe you’ll listen next time when people tell you to ring the goddamn doorbell.”
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