The curvy woman was getting increasingly aroused as the twelve men arrived at the bar. Her blatantly short and flirty red dress was quivering on her body and her hips were swaying to the music as she strutted back and forth through the mass of male aftershave and tall toned bodies. Even with her high leather heels, she was the shortest person in the room and her body tingled with goose bumps as she imagined how that would change.
"Shall we start boys?" she called flirtily with a flick of blonde hair.
Lined up along one side of the bar were twelve heavy mesh cages, two and a half feet high by two feet wide and three feet deep. Each had a door at the front, which allowed access to the confined space inside. The cages were mounted on small wheels allowing them to roll around the room.
"Sorry, they were the biggest I could find," she lied, her body tingling as the handpicked, athletic men struggled to fit inside the cage, sliding in backwards with their heads bowed down.
The curvy woman strutted up to the first cage and used her high heel to swing the heavy door closed in the man face. There was a metallic clang and click as the door automatically locked.
"We all have to suffer for love," she called as his gorgeously bewildered eyes looked up at her through the inescapable mesh bars.
"Now, these cages can only be opened with keys that have been sent to tonight's women." She looked down at the man beneath her, "Each key can be used only once."
The newly imprisoned man just stared up, totally intimidated by the cream satin lingerie that was now perched on the grille above his head. She stood up and twisted her head back to check her short dress was tight around her waist and flared out as it curved over her full butt, giving her guests more than a teasing glimpse beneath.
The curvy woman was buzzing. She was now the tallest person in the room as she paced between the cages. She stopped at each cage in turn, lifted her leg and nudged each door closed with her shoe or her thigh. Each man consoling himself with a flash of her lingerie as she robbed them of their freedom, their doors clicking shut and engaging their dangerously easy self-locking mechanism.
"Tonight, the ladies get to choose," she announced, increasingly turned on as her voice and the clip of her stilettos dominated the room.
"The first six women will each choose a man to unlock and take to the facesitting bar," she announced to her captive audience as the bolts on the last cage dropped into place, "You may want to be at your captivating best," she smiled, "because after the first women have chosen their partners, the six men who are left will have to wait for the next session."
In some ways, that was almost her favourite bit and she paused, her hands touching her dress, exploring her hard nipples as she spoke. "I will lock the remaining six away in the storage room where you will wait for your women... kinda sexy, yeah?" she mouthed, pressing her hands against her thighs, wondering whether the men would object to waiting in their cages while she slipped away to masturbate.
"Listen to the women," she whispered, "your evening will be more sensual if you treat her as your queen."
*
The first six women had been asked to dress provocatively with a dress code of short dresses or skirts. They had also been asked to indulge, and take their time, as they explored the cages. Each woman should talk with each man before finally choosing who she would like to treat her to the most intimate touch.
Jake was in cage number three. He and Natalie had been regular visitors at the facesitting bar since Natalie had first tricked him into a very intimate first date. Natalie was the younger sister of Jake's best friend. He had known her for years but had never really noticed her playful personality or stunning body until he had watched helplessly as her curves had sunk down on to his face. He hoped that this night would be just as intimate as he waited impatiently for Natalie to unlock his cage and lead him to the bar.
Sensual music interspersed with the clip of women's heels filled the erotically lit room as the women entered. There was a sense of expectancy as the women circulated, looking down through the heavy mesh cages to the men inside.
Jake guarded his eyes against the overhead spotlights. Unable to look upwards, he blinked at the parade of long legs that towered above him. Leather high heels would pause momentarily and then strut on to see what else might tempt them.
Finally, he recognised the shoes, the toned legs and the short pale blue cocktail dress that flared out to treat him to a glimpse of the white lacy lingerie beneath. The lights may have silhouetted her long dark hair, blue eyes, and cute freckles, but he had been beneath Natalie's curves long enough for her body to be imprinted on his mind.
In the weeks since they had been together, Natalie had changed from a naïve girl to a woman. Outwardly, at least. The worn jeans and tee shirts had been replaced by stylist dresses, expensive lingerie, and designer shoes. Much of her wardrobe were gifts from Jake, who was all too willing to see the transformation of his butterfly.
Still, nothing could change Natalie's impulsive playfulness. When she had first unwrapped the lace panties that she was wearing tonight, she had hurriedly slipped them on to give Jake a wine induced giggling show, but in her excitement, she farted.
Instead of feeling embarrassed, she had swiftly slipped them off and pulled her panties tight over Jake's head, clinching the excess lace tightly in her fist. Unable to free the material from her hand without tearing the expensive lace, Jake had spent the next ten minutes looking out through the narrow bars of Natalie's blurry cell.
He guarded his eyes and looked up as Natalie stepped even closer. At least the lingerie had now spent more time on Natalie's butt than it had on his face.
"Hi gorgeous," he called with relief, admiring her toned legs that were shaped from her boundless energy and her tom boy tendencies to play fight, climb trees and anything in between.
But the legs continued to walk, with every curve and crease of her butt in view as she passed overhead, "Nat, it's me," he called, pawing at the mesh that was too tightly woven for even a fingertip to pass.
*
Natalie couldn't stop grinning as she scanned the row of cages. She felt overwhelmed and elated as the men gazed up attentively from below the hem of her dress. They were all shirtless and athletic and seemingly just as excited as she was as they desperately tried to share a smile while also shielding their eyes from the unforgiving overhead lights. Her body quivered in anticipation as the men vied for her attention. Of course, she had seen Jake, but this was too much fun.
"Hi?" a man called hopefully from inside his inescapable prison. Natalie was drawn to his breathy voice and stopped and bounced down on her haunches to gaze into his eyes, "I'm Brad," the man called in delight.
Natalie searched her modest cleavage to retrieve her key. She then ran it repeatedly up the inside of her crouching thighs, "You're going to unlock me?" the breathy voice asked.
"Maybe," she replied.
"What's your name?" the man asked hopefully.
"Goddess to you," Natalie teased.
She was floating. Fuck, at this rate she would orgasm before they reached the smother box. She leaned closer, her lips brushing the mesh bars as she again flicked back her long brunette hair.
"What do you do?" she asked, bouncing playfully.
"Lawyer," the man swallowed on his dry throat, his speech breathier by the second.
"If I don't unlock you, will you arrest me for wrongful imprisonment?" she teased.
"Would you like that?"
Natalie smiled shyly, her painted nails caressing her parted lips.
"If I sit on you, I'm sure I'll be taking away your human rights."
