Joe Adams giggled like a boy as he played with the bound brunette's buxom bosom. “These are totally awesome."
Preston chuckled. “Yes, they're quite a handful, and the constricting ropes enhance them nicely."
“Where did you find her, anyway?"
“Let's just say I knew her before and figured she'd be perfect,” Preston said, enjoying the grimace on Melissa's face.
Joe straightened up, a look of contentment on his face. He stepped back to admire Melissa's tightly bound form once more. She was breathing heavily through her nose and around the snug ball-gag.
In the relative silence, Joe heard another sound. He knew immediately what it was. There was no confusing the sound of a woman moaning into a gag. He looked at Melissa, then at Angel. A look of confusion crossed his face. “Where's that coming from?"
Preston boiled inwardly at Sharae's loudness and intrusion on Melissa's display. “That would be another unruly… guest,” he answered.
Joe's eyes widened. “You mean, there's another girl here?"
“Yes."
Joe considered this news for a moment. Melissa seemed perfect, but he couldn't help wondering what other delights were hidden in this house of bondage and slavery.
“Is she for sale too?"
Preston hesitated. Joe saw him catch Angel's eye and wondered what was going on between them. “Maybe,” Preston said eventually.
“Can I see her?” asked Joe.
“She doesn't really meet your criteria. Melissa here is a perfect match."
It was true Melissa was exactly the girl he'd wanted, but he liked more than just one type of girl. Maybe he'd like the other one too. Maybe he'd buy both of them.
“I wanna see her anyway,” Joe said greedily.
His host sighed. “Very well.” Joe thought he noticed a smile on Angel's face despite the large ball-gag in her mouth. Preston led him into the kitchen where Sharae was sitting, struggling and bemoaning her woes.
Joe stopped dead in his tracks. For the second time that evening his jaw dropped open. “Sharae?!” He turned to Preston in shock. “You?!"
Preston looked confused as he took in Joe's shock and Sharae's struggles, which became frantic as soon as she saw Joe. “You know her?” Preston asked Joe.
“You're the one who kidnapped her?” Joe retorted.
“That's right. The bitch was in the wrong place at the wrong time."
Joe stared at him in disbelief. It seemed like too much. First “Angel,” who he knew was really Angela even if he had to pretend otherwise, and now this. Sharae was right here, helplessly bound and gagged just the way he'd pictured her so often. Suddenly, Joe grinned. “All right!” he exclaimed.
Preston burst out laughing as he watched Sharae's expression go from helpless damsel in distress, to a look of fury. “What's she to you, anyway?” he asked Joe.
“My girlfriend."
Preston slowly stopped laughing. “Ex-girlfriend now, I'd say. And, as of yesterday, my property,” he added pointedly.
Without a moment's hesitation, Joe said, “I'll take them both."
Preston frowned. “I don't know. Two girls… We discussed the price for one. There's no volume discount, you know."
Joe would not be put off. He pulled out a pen and grabbed a piece of paper lying on the table. After scribbling out a number, he handed the paper to Preston.
Preston looked at the number and let out a slight whistle. He glanced at Sharae. She was trying desperately to say something, but he ignored her. His lips slowly formed into a sly grin.
“You're really prepared to go this high?"
“Definitely."
“In cash?"
“Of course."
Preston held out his hand. “Well, I'd say you just bought yourself two slave girls, my friend.” The two men shook hands and returned to the living room, leaving Sharae still bound to the chair, struggling violently and shouting inarticulately through her gag.