Dan's hand were tied behind his back with ropes and he sat uncomfortably in a wooden straight back chair. His tall lean figure struggling against the wrist constraints was exactly what Angela wanted. She stood watching him in amusement. Dan had worked as a private investigator and had sought her out to question her in a crime of passion and now he found himself prisoner in her world. Two men, presumed to be Angela's bodyguard's, stood behind him and watched every move and every gesture he made was scrutinized.
Angela was a tall leggy blonde with a face of an angel and the body of Marilyn Monroe and Jayne Mansfield rolled into a voluptuous woman who oozed a dangerous form of sexuality that could not be denied. She wore a black leather dress that hugged every inch of her curves and tall black boots with spike heels that could be used as a dangerous weapon as much as foot wear. Her eyes were tempting pools of sapphire and when she spoke to him they seemed to shoot tiny white bolts of lightning at him.
"So tell me again why you're here," she commanded slapping the table in front of her with the palm of her hand.
"I told you. I have a client that wants some information?" Dan said as confidently as one could when their hands are bound.
"And who is your client?" Angela pressed.
"That I can't tell you," Dan said.
Angela walked back and forth under a dome light that cast shadows making her look angelic as her name in one minute and a sex sorceress that was her real persona in the next.
"You can't tell me, but you want me to answer any questions you ask," she almost laughed at the ridiculous idea.
Dan licked his lips. The woman was sexy hot there was no denying it, but she was also smoking hot and even in his wildest imagination he could see that if he got too close, she could burn him with a simple touch of her finger.
"And what if I don't want to answer any of your questions?" Angela taunted him.
Dan swallowed hard. His intention was not that of being caught. He just wanted to get the information he needed and escape without anyone knowing, but that was a long forgotten scheme. Now he just want to make it out alive.
"No harm done. Just let me go and we'll pretend this never happened," he tried to smile, but it fell into a grimace.
Angela pursed her lips and paced once more then stopped and returned to the table that was between them.
"I have an idea," she began. "If you can endure what I am about to do without showing any interest, then I will set you free and my guards will escort you back to your hotel in person."
"What are you about to do?" Dan asked.
Angela ran her tongue over her ruby painted lips, "I'm going to do one of my very favorite things," she purred.
The guards in back of Dan moaned and he could feel them shift their weight as if bracing themselves for what lay ahead.
"And what if I lose?" Dan asked.
Angela opened the drawer beneath the table and pulled out a Colt 45 and aimed it at Dan's head.
"This will be your punishment," Angela said flatly. "And I never miss at this range."
Dan's throat went dry and he could feel his heart race in his chest. Whatever Angela was about to do would determine whether he lived or died. Those were his only choices. Angela drew the gun up and down the length of Dan's torso.
"Strip down," she ordered.
The guards untied the ropes that held Dan's hands bound behind his back then pushed him to stand.
"Do as the lady says," one the guards said in a gruff voice.
Dan looked to Angela then to the guards. The game had begun and he had no choice but to play it. He removed his shirt, t-shirt, shoes, and finally his jeans and underwear. In his nakedness he stood before Angela who eyed him like a side of beef hanging on a hook. She liked beef, liked it a lot, and if she had to give him a rating, he would be USDA Grade A.
"Now what?" Dan asked.
