Karin closed her front door in his face and locked it leaving James standing on the door step, unsure of what to do next. Only then did he realise that he'd left his bag inside her flat. Being separated from a few dirty clothes wasn't a problem, but she now had his passport which made returning home even harder. He knelt down and looked through the keyhole just as Karin inserted her key and all he could do was listen as she engaged the deadlock.
"Karin, my bag?"
She giggled as she withdrew the key and walked back through the small hallway.
James looked down at his chained hands and experimented until he could clasp his hands together in a way that both hid the chain and looked least suspicious. He surveyed the street and saw a cafe just up a little and started to walk there as naturally as he could.
Karin didn't live in the nicest neighbourhood and James felt out of place in his suit. Getting into a fight with his hands chained up would only end badly. He ducked into the cafe and was pleased to that it was reasonably OK, with booths at the back. He slid as far as he could into the very back booth and ordered coffee and toast from the blonde waitress.
James had already decided that he would cancel his meetings and stay in Germany for another day. That was easy enough, but spending the day in an unknown city while hiding the fact that his hands were chained was not going to be easy. What had Karin been thinking?
He thought through his options. Buying a hacksaw or bolt cutters wouldn't work. With his wrists chained so closely together there was no way he could use the tools without help. A locksmith was also out of the question, there was no way he was going to share his predicament with anyone. Anyway, he didn't know the German words for 'I let some crazy girl padlock my hands together'. Picking the locks was also impossible. The way she'd chained him, with his wrists almost touching, he could barely even reach them. There was only one option.
'Cafe across road, let me buy you breakfast. James x.' he sent the text and started to drink his coffee two handed.
He had to wait half an hour before Karin finally appeared, dressed in leather jacket and jeans. With her hair up in a ponytail, wearing glasses and carrying books she looked every bit the student. She slid along the booth and sat opposite James.
"What would you like?" he asked as he smiled to the waitress and let Karin order for herself.
"What?" she was leaning forward and staring right into his eyes.
"I really can't spend the day like this," James pulled his shackled hands from under the table to show her and then quickly hid them back out of sight.
"Key in my jeans pocket, come."
James knew she wasn't going to make this easy for him, but he probably didn't realise how difficult she would make it. As he started to slide back out of the booth, Karin stopped him and pointed under the table. James protested, but Karin just ignored him and drank her coffee.
With no option, James checked that they weren't being watched and then ducked underneath the table and edged over to Karin's crossed legs. He reached up and tried to push his fingers into one of the front pockets of her jeans. The jeans had been well fitting when she'd been standing, but now she was sitting, the denim was pulled even more tightly around her hips. This in turn sealed the entrance to her pockets even more tightly. James soon gave that up and instead ran his hands along the outside of her jeans only to find that both front pockets were empty.
With Karin pretending to ignore the guy touching her under the table, James reached around and soon discovered that the back pockets of her jeans were pinned beneath her butt and therefore completely inaccessible.
"Karin, lift up, please," he whispered.
To James surprise, Karin leant over and lifted one side of her butt off the black vinyl bench. James saw a small bulge in her back pocket which he guessed was the keys. He reacted as fast as he was able, but still couldn't get his chained hands to her pocket before she sat back down.
James tried to push her to one side so he could access her pocket, or at least slip a hand inside, but she was easily able to stop him.
"Karin, please!"
This time he heard giggling from above the table. Karin couldn't help herself, James's predicament and the feel of his strong hands on her body were making her feel hot and sexy. She was eager that he stay down there longer.
She uncrossed her legs, lifted one and placed it back down between his chained hands. She then wrapped her ankles together to form a continuous loop, a loop that was now linked with the continuous loop of James's chained hands. She looked forward to feeling him try to escape from that one.
James realised what she'd done just as Karin called the waitress. Fuck, he didn't want to be under the table when the waitress arrived.
Karin's ankles were still crossed, but she'd opened her knees. James decided to lean forward and use his shoulders as leverage to force open her ankles. He moved forward, but Karin was way ahead of him. As soon as his head passed between her knees, she snapped them back together around his neck. He knew things must be getting worst as he heard Karin trying to suppress more giggles.
The waitress was now standing by the table talking to Karin, though fortunately he was still out of sight beneath the far end of the booth table. He just had to keep quiet , but even that wasn't easy as Karin was squeezing him hard between her knees and he struggled to avoid choking.
Karin was getting off on the situation and the harder she squeezed, the better it felt. By the time she released him and he'd struggled back to his seat, she was very aroused.
"Karin, I need the keys!"
"Key in my jeans, I tell you."
"Mmm, it's dangerous down there," James observed as he sipped his new coffee and watched her intently, the fact that she was close to orgasm was easy to see. No doubt she could see the same in his eyes.
Karin's had to get some air before her feelings got out of control. She stood up, leaned across the table and kissed James on the cheek. She gave him one more cute smile, blew a kiss and walked out.
Shit, he was still chained up. James struggled to pull his wallet out of his hip pocket and clumsily pulled out some notes. As he stood up he realised the waitress had been watching him and had seen the chains around his wrists. She walked towards him, seemingly intrigued by his situation and sat down on the end of the bench so that James couldn't get out.
"Hi," she said.
James was so focused on Karin and the keys that he didn't even notice the woman as she pulled up his suit sleeves to inspect the chains.
"I wish I had the keys," she said in good English as she gently lay his conjoined wrists back down.
"That's makes two of us," he smiled, amazed by the obvious come on. It seemed that being chained in public was common place in this part of the world.
James pulled another large note from his wallet and put it on the table in front of her. She may not have had the keys, but it wouldn't be easy getting out of the booth unnoticed with her sitting there. Maybe a tip would help.
Knowing that she hasn't going to get anymore of his attention and pleased with the extra tip, the waitress stood up and watched with a smile as James left the cafe as discretely as possible. James wasn't bothered about the extra Euros, but was annoyed that he'd now lost Karin and his only hope of getting out of the chains.
