"Fuck!" Kate cried as she collapsed on to the sofa. "Fuck!" She downed yet another glass of vodka and pulled her knees into her chest to try and stop her slim body from shaking, her head from buzzing and the room from spinning.
Jess felt good too, but nothing like Kate was feeling. Tom had already worshipped her pussy three times that day and had spent much of their two years of marriage under her lock and key. Jess was used to the rush of power.
"I need to pee." Kate banged down her glass and stumbled to the bathroom.
When she returned, she was marginally more composed. Her hair was brushed back in a ponytail and she had fixed the mascara that had run down her cheek. Her modest chest was still moving up and down fast and the alcohol was catching up on her.
"Are they still in the cell?" Kate asked.
"You have the only key attached to your panties. I assume you didn't lose possession of your underwear between here and the bathroom?"
"No."
"Well then they're still behind bars..."
Kate smiled and carefully crossed her legs.
"...and while the key is pinned between your thighs then can't go anywhere."
Jess found Kate's innocence endearing, she evidently had no idea of the security involved. Without the key, the boys would require seriously heavy drilling and cutting gear to get them out. They'd also need someone to call the rescue services in the first place and Jess just probably wouldn't bother.
"I think we'll eat at the bar tonight."
"What?" Kate asked.
"Well, bar...zzz."
Jess sat on the arm of the sofa and called up a local takeaway restaurant. She didn't cook, ever. Kate, still intimidated by her, watched transfixed as Jess ordered while swinging her strong thighs open and shut.
Downstairs Tom and James were sitting on the floor with their backs propped against the bars. The half bottle of vodka had gone down very easily. In a scene reminiscent of the Great Escape, they had been throwing a baseball back and forth against the opposite wall until it had bounced over them and out through the bars. They had no hope of retrieving that.
"Why do I visit you!" James asked Tom as he pushed his face pitifully against the bars.
"So you can get off on watching my kinky wife?"
"Hey, my girl locked us in here."
"Yes, Jess's kink can be contagious." Tom smiled as he tried to extract the last drop of vodka.
In their own good time, Jess and Kate returned to the basement. Their hair was brushed and make up reapplied, although Jess still hadn't troubled herself with a skirt.
Taking one side each, the girls pulled a heavy wooden table over to the cell bars and placed two chairs on their side of the table.
"Can you open up." Jess asked.
Kate was now very drunk. "Don't look!" She giggled as she stood up against the cell door, lifted her dress and inserted the key.
With her panties now attached to the cell door, Kate shuffled backwards as she opened it wide enough for Jess to past in two more dining chairs. Kate giggled some more and shuffled forward again until the cell door was closed. She turned the key and took a step back, letting the key pull out and fall back between her legs.
Tom and James placed their chairs by the bars and sat down with their arms and legs through the gaps. It was strangely like a regular meal if you ignored the heavy cell bars that cut through the scene. Fine dining meets maximum security jail. James could even play footsie under the table with Kate. Although his attempt to reach under her dress and grab the key ended with a slap on the hand. She then crossed her legs and kept them crossed for the rest of the meal, thereby foiling any further attempt.
After dinner the girl's cleared away the food and moved the table back. They continued to talk, the boys on the floor inside the cell, the girls on large beanbags on the other side of the bars. A bottle of brandy on the floor in the middle. Both boys transfixed, at least unconsciously, on Kate.
"You're not getting it!" Kate said.
Her dress had ridden up and she pulled the thin cotton fabric back down to her knees. The boys would have to be content with looking at her calves and feet. It had never been easier to get the attention of two uber sexy guys. She squeezed her thighs together and sat with her knees to the side like a mermaid enjoying the attention.
They continued to talk until James looked over they realised that Kate was curled up on her beanbag asleep. She had a smile on her face as she lay with her legs together and knees drawn up to her chest. Her dress was pulled tight around her and arms hugged wrapped around her knees.
"How inconvenient for you guys." Jess smiled.
"Wake her up!" James suggested.
"Oh very chivalrous of you." Jess replied.
"She has the key!"
A smile crept over Jess's face as she sat up on her beanbag. "Go ahead take the key... but if you wake her, then I take the key to bed with me and that won't work out well for you guys."
James was about to complain, but Tom stopped him and instead motioned for him to try. He reached through the bars and gently pulled Kate's dress out from under her arms until he had a small window on the world inside. He peered in at Kate's smooth pale thighs clinched together. There was a slight gap through which he could see the key sticking out from between her thighs. It was warm inside as he eased his hand deep inside her dress until he could touch the key.
"Easy!"
"Looks like a few last beers at the pub." Tom replied.
"Fuck, its padlocked to her underwear."
