Lana had been told by the owner not to try to connect to the apartment's Alexa except to play music. After all, it was a short term Air-BnB and the owner didn't want a guest, even a Super-Guest like Lana, fooling around with Alexa's home control settings. Lana, always curious about tech, couldn't resist. After partying all weekend in DC, she was planning a quiet evening and she want to get the Alexa-controlled lighting just right, a relaxed vibe, maybe settle in with some Netflix. She downloaded the app, put Alexa in pairing, and then suddenly all the lights flashed in the apartment and then went black. She tried and tried, but no amount of app rebooting or Alexa button pushing or shouting at Alexa could bring them back.
"Shit," she thought, "now I have to call the owner. I can't sit here in the dark for the next 3 nights."
The owner, Marcus, lived a few blocks away on Q Street and it only took him a couple of minutes to get down to Lana on 31st Street. "Sorry you're having trouble Lana. It's the lights you said? What's wrong?"
Laura used her best poker face. "I don't really know. I was sitting watching TV and all of sudden everything went off." She didn't want to mar her Super-Guest status as a rule breaker.
Marcus' phone was already in his hand and as he opened the Alexa app Lana saw his brow furrow.
"Do you think it's a problem with Alexa?" She asked.
"Give it try again and let's see."
Lana leaned in over the counter, "Alexa, turn on the kitchen." They both watched in silence for a second, but no lights came on.
"Get closer and try again." Marcuss tone was more of an instruction than a question.
Lana leaned in closer, and in this position her lovely round ass pushed back and out. She began, "Alexa," Alexa's blue ring lit up, "turn on the.... Whaaaaa." She was startled by John's hands grabbing both of her wrists and pulling them quickly behind her back. His grip was big enough to hold both of her wrists together with one hand and the next thing she felt was cold steel wrapping around each wrist. It took her a second to realize she was now handcuffed.
"What the fuck!" she shouted. She struggled but the chain kept her wrists bound, and Marcus' grip on her arm kept her unable to lift her body or turn around. A small panic washed through her as she realized she was helpless. "What the fuck are you doing," she demanded again.
"Did you read the guest rules Lana? Did you read the part about not playing with the light controls?"
Of course Lana read it. She bluffed, "I'm sorry, I didn't see that in the rules. I just wanted to make it look nice in here tonight." Still facing down toward the counter, Lana saw Marcus pull a large spatula out of the kitchen tool canister on the counter and felt his grip tighten on her arm. She winced as an intense smack of the spatula landed on her ass. "Owww!!! Fuck!" Alexa's blue ring continued to flash.