A few hours later, we were both in a deep sleep after an extended session of deeply kinky play. I was jolted awake by a loud pounding on our apartment door.
"What the fuck?" said Ginette, her eyes suddenly wide open. I glanced at the alarm clock that had been knocked to the floor. 5:30am.
"Just a minute." I replied, grabbing a loose sheet to pull over my shoulders and wrap around my waist. "I'll go see who it is."
The pounding was still continuing as I rushed to the door, afraid the neighbors might complain of the disturbance. I peeked through the fish eye to see Andrea's angry face outside. "Open this fucking door, NOW!" she demanded.
Hurriedly, I fumbled with the deadbolt and opened the door. "Andy! What's the..." I was interrupted by a slap across the face that stunned me. I stumbled backward and tripped over the pile of clothes that had been left on the floor by the door last night. I lost my grip on the sheet as I crashed to the floor in a heap.
Andy stepped into the apartment. She was wearing a very long, black, leather overcoat that concealed her whole body, except for the black PVC boots she was wearing. As I tried to shake off the stars that were floating around my field of vision, she strode up to my sprawled body so that one of her legs was between my thighs.
With the toe of her boot she nudged the sheet aside, revealing my groin. Then she lightly pressed the sole of her boot onto my genitals. "Where's my fucking tape?" she hissed.
I was so terrified, I stammered while I tried to think of some kind of answer to her question. Before I could say anything, however, Andy's eyes shot across the hall to the bedroom doorway, where Ginette, wrapped in a blanket, was looking upon this scene in shock.
"Come here, you fucking bitch." said Andy in voice that would not accept "no" for answer. Gin started across the room toward us.
"Andy, I think there's been some kind of misunderstanding..." she trembled.
In one swift motion, Andy grabbed Ginnette by the back of the neck and pulled her forward, tripping her with a booted leg so that she fell on top of me. Andy seized a corner of the blanket and yanked it aside so that the two of us were now exposed in a naked, tangled heap.
"No more fucking lies from either of you. Just give me my goddamned tape."
"Andy, I..." I was interrupted by the return of the boot to my groin, pressing harder this time against my balls.
"Don't 'Andy' me, bitch. Just tell me where it is."
"What tape?" Ginny protested plaintively, curling herself into a protective ball, "We don't know what you're talking about."
Andy slapped Ginny's exposed butt with surprising force, eliciting a shriek and a sob. "I told you no more lies, you dumb cow. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Please Andy, you're scaring us," I cried, realising as I said it, just how pathetic I sounded. "I'm sorry. We don't have anything of yours, honest." Tears were filling my eyes as I blubbered on, rising to my knees. "Please! There's been some kind of mistake. Please stop, Andy!"
Andy crouched so that we were face to face. I couldn't meet her gaze and, casting my eyes down, I noticed that her coat had fallen open, revealing her outfit of tight black PVC pants and tank top. "Look me in the eyes and tell me the truth." she said in a quiet, chilly voice.
Her bright wide eyes were intimidating to say the least. I looked into them, gulped and then said. "We don't have any tape of yours, Andy. I swear it."
She held my gaze for a long time and then said, "So you won't mind if I look for it then, will you?"
I had no choice but to say "Go ahead."
As she started toward the living room, I really registered for the first time that I was naked. I picked up the sheet and wrapped like a toga while Ginny did the same with the blanket. Both of us were breathing heavily and shaking. What had just happened? We'd never seen Andy so enraged before.
We found her rifling through our video tapes in the living room. Looking at each one and then tossing it aside. Finally, she ejected a tape that was in the VCR and inspected it before discarding it. She scanned the bookshelves of the room looking for other tapes or hiding places. Ginny and I glanced at each other. Even though we knew Andy's tape wasn't here, we both felt very nervous. Ignoring us, Andy walked into our bedroom, where we had a second VCR and TV.
"Ahhh..." I started to object, only to be silenced by glare from Andy as she passed me. We followed her to the doorway and imagined our room seen through her eyes.
It was a complete mess thanks to our nocturnal adventures which now seemed like ancient history. Andy noted the open handcuffs attached to the headboard and the various pieces of lingerie strewn about the room.
Sounding a bit calmer, or perhaps slightly amused, Andy said, "Well, I see you two have been up to no good." She checked the VCR for tapes (empty) and then peered under the bed. "What's this, I wonder?" she muttered, sliding a medium-sized box out from beneath the bed.
Oh shit! I thought, feeling my cock retracting even further than before. Andy casually dumped the contents of the box out onto the bed, scattering condoms, magazines and more videos. She picked up the magazines and scanned their contents, usually fetish-themed pictorials of bound men and women in BDSM sex. I was especially mortified because even Ginny hadn't seen some of this stuff. The videos were the same thing, bought from the local store and Andy examined the case of each one, pointedly looking at the two of us from time to time. My face was flushed with embarrassment by the time Andy finished.
"Fine," was all she said as she walked past us and out the door of the apartment. She turned in the hallway and said, in a voice loud enough for the neighbors to overhear, "If I find out you're lying, I will FUCK YOU BOTH UP." With that, she turned and disappeared down the stairs.
When we couldn't hear her boot heels clicking anymore, Ginny closed the door and flung the deadbolt. She turned to face me with tears streaming down her face. "What the fuck have we done?" she sobbed. I held her in my arms for a long time.
We spent the rest of the morning cleaning up our place and feeling incredibly guilty. I packed all my porn along with the handcuffs and some kinky lingerie that Ginny wanted gone (fishnets, latex, etc) into a garbage bag for disposal. It all reminded us of the taboos we had violated the previous day.
The sense of shame was so great that we even felt awkward being naked around each other. It was like we were taking a vow of chastity to atone for our wicked thoughts and deeds. We each took turns comforting the other in moments of contrition throughout the day and mused aloud about seeking therapy to overcome the perverted urges that had led us to this place.
And yet, I felt shame for what we'd done, true; shame for nearly getting caught, yes; but, most of all, I was ashamed of the secret excitement I felt about Andy's visit. Thinking past the shock of the whole thing, images kept creeping back into my mind. My face still tingled from where she'd slapped me and my privates could still remember the scary thrill of her leather boot pressing against them. The flashbacks wouldn't stop: there were Gin and I naked on the floor and there was Andrea standing menacingly over us, just like she had done with Mrs. Braun. Every time it popped into my head, which was a lot, I struggled to suppress the stirring in my groin.
I caught Gin staring dreamily into space a few times and wondered if she was feeling the same way, but I didn't dare ask her.
I thought of Don and Tina; we'd been trying to reach them all day to warn them to get rid of that tape. No reply. Then, at about 4 in the afternoon, the phone rang. Was it Don and Tina? Had Andy been to their place and, if so, what had happened? But I was surprised to instead find myself on the phone with Andy's husband Jake.
"Listen Phil, I'm so sorry about Andrea's behavior this morning. She thought you guys had taken something from our room last night when it was really more likely that I just misplaced it during the move. We'd had a lot to drink last night and she got pretty irrational. I gather she went over there and accused you guys of all sorts of things."
"Uh...yeah, we were...I mean, it was pretty scary, actually."
"I can only imagine. Anyway. She feels really bad about and she wants to apologize to you guys in person. Will you come over and talk about it with us?"
"I dunno, Jake. I mean, we're a little freaked out about the whole thing as you might imagine, so..."
