Standing outside the door, the cold air soaks into my skin and rips through my grey trench coat. I shiver, regretting the clothing choice, but it's what they asked for. Underneath the coat, a white lace bodysuit tightens around my waist with matching thigh high stockings. My chest spills out of the half cup lace bra and my feet ache from the patent white platform heels. But I agreed to this. I agreed to all of her terms.
I'd seen Gigi at this dive bar and fallen for her instantly. Green eyes, small perfect bust, toned and beautiful. She had total control over every man in the room. They were practically falling at their feet. I longed to do the same. My obsession with her only grew and I found myself at that same bar every Friday night just to get a glimpse. One night, as I waited and sipped my whiskey in the dingy place, the door flung open, letting in a wintry chill. I peered up from my drink and there she was. In a stunning emerald dress that sparkled even in a shit-hole like this. The dress hugged her curves and highlighted her perfect pert ass. She tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder and sauntered over to me.
I was mesmerized by her green eyes and red glossed lips.
"It's no coincidence that you're here every time I am. So stalker, do you want to fuck me or kill me?"
I swallowed my whiskey down quickly.
"I guess that depends on how hard we'll be fucking won't it?"
She giggled hard and whispered into my ear, her glossed lips grazing my neck.
"Wanna play?"
So here I am. Her willing plaything. We had our fun but tonight she tells me will be different. Tonight, I am a gift. Her present to him.
I take a deep breath to steel myself, the tight white collar further constricting my airways. I watch the last bit of light as the sun sets, feeling just a droplet or two of rain on my nose. I stand back and admire the house, with its beautiful gothic exterior and large turrets climbing high into the sky. It's like a miniaturized castle. What really catches my eye are the stain glass windows dotted around the second level of the home. My studio apartment all of a sudden seems much smaller and I wonder what I've got myself into. I swallow and pull on the straps of my coat and knock on the door. There's no backing out now.
The door opens and I am in immediate awe. Gigi. Dressed in a short halter-neck black latex dress, barely covering her nipples and matching thigh high leather boots. Her blonde hair is swept in a high ponytail and there's a silver steel collar locked around her neck.
"Nina, darling. You made it!"
She pulls me in tight for a hug and I let her take me, her breasts pushing up against mine, my hands wander all over her body.
She swats them away playfully.
"Now now, you have to wait. But I promise it'll be worth it."
She pulls at the straps of my trench coat and exposes my nearly naked body.
"You won't be needing this anymore. He doesn't like a lot of clothes." She unwraps my coat and leaves me standing there with the door still wide open. The cold air from outside nips at my skin and goosebumps form on my arms and legs. It hits me all at once. I'm not here just here for her. I'm here for both of them. I didn't even tell anyone I was coming here. What if they turn out to be psychos?
Gigi returns with something metal clinking against her nails. A leash. All rational thoughts fall out my brain and my panties grow wet with excitement. I'm a bundle of nerves and Gigi is reveling in it.
She giggles as the leash clicks into place and quickly shuts the door. She stands back and tilts her head, like an artist admiring their work.
"Perfect. Just perfect. We've been wanting this for awhile, but we've never been able to find someone that suits our particular, erm needs. Not until you anyway."
My cheeks burn, which only makes my pussy wetter.
I grab the tiny lace on my suspenders and curtsy.
"Glad to be of service."
Gig grabs me and pulls me in for a passionate kiss. All I can I think about is all the other places I'd like to kiss her.
"Like I said, perfection. Now come with me. We shouldn't keep him waiting."
Our heels click-clack across the black and white tiles, as we pass by a grand staircase with cascading banisters and solid black marble.There are some dark green lush furnishings and yet the rooms also feel sparse and cold. Gigi giggles again as she takes my hand and brings me into the living room. A large black fireplace is the main event of the room with books running across the mantel and two oversized green leather couches facing each other. But then I see him and everything else falls into the background. His back is to us, but he's wearing a black collared shirt, black pants and leather brogues. His shirt is slightly too tight around his arms and his muscles ripple through the fabric. Tattoos creep up his neck and all the way down to his fingertips. A solid platinum ring wraps around one of his fingers. He's on the phone, clearly unaware of the two half naked women behind him. He swirls a glass of whiskey, annoyed at whoever he is speaking to.
"It's $11.2 not $11.8. It's not worth that, Mike no matter how you spin it."
Gigi walks up behind him, plants a kiss on his cheek and snatches the phone away from him.
"Get back to me when you have an offer worth my ti-.."
"Jack can't come to the phone right now. Call back later."
She throws the phone onto the couch behind her.
Jack's jaw hangs wide open for a moment before he quickly snaps it shut. Gigi grabs onto my leash and pulls me toward them.
"Baby look what I bought for us. Isn't she pretty?"
He shakes his head, his amber eyes raking up and down my body. I wish I still had my trench coat. He reminds me of a snake, ready to devour its prey. I fidget with my now too tight collar. There's also something familiar about him that I can't put my finger on. But my head is spinning far too much to be thinking clearly. All I know is my panties are already soaked and we haven't even started.
He downs his drink, leaves it on the mantel and saunters over to us. His cologne is slightly overpowering and the spice makes me light-headed. He chuckles a little. It's unnerving.. He grabs Gigi's head with one hand, his fingers curling into her hair, his other hand pulling on her waist. They kiss for a minute so I stand there and watch. He bites her bottom lip and wraps his hand around her throat.
"So my love.." He moves his mouth onto her neck.
"Tell me."
He strokes her cheek and his lips work their way further down her collarbone.
"What have you brought for tonight's entertainment?"
Her eyes roll into the back of her head.
