Preston slowed the van, trying to read house numbers, when he noticed Joe's car in one of the driveways. That must be the place, he thought. He pulled into the drive and stepped up to the door with a small satchel.
He pressed the doorbell and waited. When the door opened, he found himself facing an attractive woman of about 30. Her short, auburn hair was tousled and her face flushed. She clutched a robe about her. “Yes?” she asked.
“I'm here to meet Joe,” said Preston.
“Joe? But-"
“It's okay, Megan,” Joe's voice called from inside the house. “I told him to come. I didn't think you'd mind."
She looked Preston up and down, then closed the door in his face. “What's this all about?” Preston could hear her yelling just inside the house.
He could hear Joe's voice in reply, but couldn't make out the words. Both voices quickly became angry whispers. Preston tapped his foot, trying to decide if he should just walk in. Suddenly, he heard the sounds of a scuffle and muted cries.
Flinging the door open, he rushed in just in time to see Joe desperately trying to hold onto Megan with one arm, while clamping a hand over her mouth. Her eyes were wide in terrified surprise. Her robe hung open revealing her shapely nude body beneath.
Without a word, Preston stepped forward and punched the struggling woman in the gut. With a loud huff, she slumped in Joe's grasp. He lowered her to the floor where she curled up, moaning in pain. Immediately, Preston tore open his bag and grabbed a ball-gag. He flipped Megan onto her stomach and sat on her, straddling her back and pinning her arms with his knees. Gripping her by the hair, he wrenched her head back and began forcing the ball-gag between her lips.
“You idiot!” he shouted at Joe. “Didn't you make up any kind of story to explain my coming here?"
“I was about to. I thought I could get in a quick fuck first."
“Well, you thought wrong!"
Megan continued to struggle wildly, screeching into the gag.
“And you! Shut the fuck up!” he yelled as he slammed her face into the floor. Moving back, he pulled her arms behind her and squeezed her elbows close together. “Don't just stand there,” he called to Joe. “Hand me some rope."
“Sure, Pres,” said Joe.
Soon, Preston had Megan's elbows bound tightly together. He stood and pulled her to her feet. He pushed her back into Joe's grasp, then lifted her face by the chin. A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
“You're a regular hellcat,” said Preston, as he pulled Megan's robe open again. This time, he studied the view at leisure. Megan's ample chest heaved as she sucked air in through her nose.