It was late one Friday night and Brad's tube train was emptying out as the train crawled closer to the end of the line. It had been a long week and he had worked into the early hours on most days. The two beers he had had after leaving the office had gone to his head and he started to doze.
Sitting opposite him, and now the only other person in the carriage, was a blonde woman in her mid-twenties. Brad had discretely glanced at her on several occasions, mainly because she was attractive and was wearing black leather shorts. Not tight, not loose, but perfectly fitting. She also wore a white blouse and a fitted pale blue jacket and had long dark hair which hung down past her shoulders. She had smiled at Brad as she sat down, but even this hasn't been enough to keep his attention.
Brad woke as he felt someone grab his wrist and saw the woman in the leather shorts standing right in front of him, with her knee pressing down on his forearm. He tried to lift his arm, but her knee held it in place. A few seconds later she release her grip, but as he tried to raise his arm he heard a metal clatter. He soon realised that she had handcuffed his wrist to the metal armrest. He looked up just in time to see the woman grab his bag from the seat next to him. She then calmly walked away and sat down on the seat at the far end of the row.
"What are you doing?" Brad shouted as he stood up and tried in vain to reach her.
The woman cross her legs slowly and started to empty his bag, finding his wallet, phone and keys.
"Give that back now!"
She smiled a very cute little smile and spoke in an educated, slightly husky voice as the train slowed for the next station. "It's a pity we don't have longer together, but this is my stop."
"Give that back!" Brad shouted as he pulled as hard as he could against her cuffs."
"It's just not your day," the woman purred as she stood up.
Brad had to think fast. "OK, take the bag, but please unlock me."
"No."
"OK, then leave me with the key to the cuffs."
"What this one?" she smiled she fished inside the pocket of her shorts.
"Yes."
The woman just laughed.
"But what am I going to do? How can I get out of here otherwise?" Brad was starting to get desperate.
"Without my key? You can't," she smiled.
"Don't leave me here, please."
The woman smiled, pocketed the key and flicked her hair back over her shoulders as she left the train. He shouted after her but she ignored him and there was no-one else around to hear. He watched as the sexy shorts disappeared out of sight.
Brad kicked the armrest repeatedly but it wouldn't give, and from where he was he couldn't reach the alarm. His wrist was already bruised from the cuff which she had locked slightly too tightly. Brad sat back down and shouted in frustration. He had just been robbed by a chick and there was nothing he could do to stop her getting away. He was now travelling away from his flat and towards the end of the line.
The train reached the last station and the lights went out. It then moved to the depot where after ten minutes of calling Brad was finally able to raise the alarm. Once they had stopped laughing at his story, the maintenance crew had managed to free him by unbolting the armrest. He then reported the incident to the depot supervisor who had laughed, but said he would pass the details on to the police.
Fed up with jokes about him being 'robbed by a girly' and being 'kinky', Brad had turned down the offer of a ride home and instead walked the three miles back to his flat.
The woman's cuffs were still dangling from his wrist. Unlike cuffs he'd seen before, these had a heavy lock which could only be unlocked with a unique key, a key that as far as he knew was still in her pocket. The guys in the depot had been unable to remove the cuffs and Brad had the feeling that getting out of her cuffs would be a major problem. Although, given the hour, it was a problem that could wait until morning. It was gone midnight by the time Brad arrived home. The blonde had also taken his front door key, but he was too tired to wait around for a locksmith and so decided to try and force the door. But as he climbed the stairs to his 3rd floor flat he found the door ajar, the lights on and music coming from inside.
He slowly opened the door and walked inside to find the woman with the leather shorts sitting on his breakfast bar holding a glass of wine, with her jacket off and a few of the buttons of her blouse undone revealing a sexy black bra.
"What the f*** are you doing here?" Brad cried.
"I'm sorry about my behaviour on the train, it was inexcusable." she purred with eyes that conveyed complete confidence of the situation.
"What?"
"I've brought back your bag and have opened a nice bottle of wine."
"What? You rob me, and then return everything?"
She smiled her cute smile.
