Charlie Cattalano, or as his friends call him 'C-Cat' was on the prowl. Today was a special day for a special woman and he had traveled far to make it unforgettable for her. As he entered the renaissance faire (15% discount for being in costume) he began to search for her stand, it used to be near the main entrance but in the years since he had visited this fair a new management had taken over and her stall had been moved to a new location. Onward he marched dressed like a pirate – three point hat, long flowing locks, eye patch, beard trimmed to a point, ruffled shirt, a large 'possibles' bag on his hip, flint lock pistols, a (rubber) saber, and turned down boots. He also carried a large basket of flowers which ruined the cut-throat image to some extent.
Finally he found the little shop he was looking for, Thee Dragons Lair, and strode in, his boots clomping on the wooden floor. A woman with flowing auburn locks and an impressive amount of cleavage displayed by her low cut bodice walked up and curtsied slightly, "Be you looking for a particular item m'lord?" she asked remaining in character as the Renaissance Fair requires of all vendors. "Mayhap a pretty bobble for a pretty lady m'lord?"
"Arrr, 'tis not a bobble I seek but a pretty lady herself," he tipped his hat slightly and Kelly, the proprietress of the shop, was amused to see that his long flowing locks rose with the tripoint hat.
"Nay, this be not a shop of that repute, nor would I know of such an establishment m' lord." She cast her eyes down in false embarrassment, unable to stifle her smile.
"Arrr, me lassie, 'tis not a sportin' wench I seek but the mistress of this fine establishment. Know ye the were abouts of the filly they call the Dragon Lady?"
"And whom would be asking after her kind sir?" Kelly was working hard to suppress the giggles; she never knew that her dear old friend "C-Cat" could put on such an act! In fact he would often deride those faire goers that attempt to effect a fake Elizabethan English accent at these fairs.
Charlie waived the basket of flowers theatrically. "'Tis I! Black Jack Chirac! The Dreaded Sea Cat! Scourge of the Seven Seas, Three of Five Great Lakes, and Numerous Trout Ponds in Upper Michigan! Tell your mistress that I beg her indulgence."
"My lord! You have been to sea far too long, for it is I you seek, Kelly Dragonette, proprietress of this humble establishment."
"Arrr Lady Kelly! I humbly beg your forgiveness for not recognizing you sooner, as you are truly lovelier than the last time I was blessed by your presence." He doffed his hat (and wig) and bowed deeply at the waist the rose and replace the hat with such style that Kelly knew he spent hours practicing that move for this very moment.
Charlie studied Kelly, it had been a year since he saw her last and the year had been good to her. Her fair skin unblemished and pure, her smile untroubled by worry lines, her large breasts nearly spilled out of the bodice of her emerald green dress and her long hair tumbled over her shoulders. He admired how her dress hugged her curvaceous figure and he ached to hold her as tightly as it does and feel her breasts press against his chest. But first things first. "M'lady, these posies be for you on the anniversary of our first meetin'." He proffered the basket of flowers with a bow.
Kelly smiled and took the flowers. Every year come rain or shine somehow Charlie showed up on the anniversary of the first time they met. In fact she didn't even realize it was the anniversary of their meeting until he pointed it out. 'Why can't I find a steady lover who remembers these things?' she thought to herself.
"Here, m'lady, let me show you how to hold this properly" as Charlie took Kelly's hands and adjusted them on the handle of the basket. "Hold it here, and here, and..."
Kelly felt the cold steel on her wrists as soon as she heard the ratchet of the hand cuffs closing. Hidden inside the flowers were handcuffs that were connected to the handle of the basket and thanks to C-Cat's treachery she was now shackled to the basket!
"Be there a back room to this establishment m'lady?"
'Oh God! He figured out about the bondage thing...' her mind whirled. "M'lord there is no... I mean..."
Charlie pulled a fake flintlock out of his wide belt and snatched a stuffed baby dragon toy from a shelf and held the gun to its head. "Arrr! The back room and be quick about it or the muppet gets it!"
Not sure how far Charlie was going to go, especially considering the baby dragon was hand sewn and cost quite a bit, Kelly led him to the tiny store room in the back of the shop and Charlie pushed her inside. There room was a cluttered mess mostly filled with stock, spare costumes, and the lumber used to board the shop up at night. The only object of comfort was a small wooden chair, a very low and very tiny table, and a cooler she packed her lunch in. She smiled, a quickie in the store room? It had been so long since she had felt a man inside her she suddenly felt anxious to 'serenade' the customers through the thin store room walls, however that would probably mean losing her license to conduct business at the faire.
However Charlie was up to something different. He swept today's newspaper from the chair and positioned Kelly over 3 feet from the chair. "Keep your legs straight and put the basket on the chair." He hissed in her ear. Slowly she leaned over; bending at the waist but keeping her legs straight put her off balance. She found that once she actually had the basket on the chair she couldn't stand up with out bending her knees, and when she tried to do that, Charlie bumped her knee straight with his own knee. She was trapped.
