Lisa and I had been best friends in high school, but drifted apart after graduation. She went on to college, and I moved to the coast and worked as a waitress where I met my first husband. The marriage lasted less than ten years and luckily, we didn't have any kids. When I bumped into Lisa again, it had been nearly fifteen years since we had last seen each other. But we were immediately inseparable again. Only, this time it was different. Lisa was always gay, and didn't have any problem with her sexuality where I was still exploring mine.
It wasn't long before we became roommates and then over time, we became lovers too. Lisa and I connected in a way I didn't know existed beteem two people before. We have been together ever since. We officially got married five years ago, and prefer to do everything we can together.
Lisa is a successful writer, specializing in spiritual awakening and personal growth. We do seminars around the country, with me working as her assistant. I plan the events, work out the logistics, book the venues and such. It allows us to live modestly, and travel often, which we enjoy.
We were in Las Vegas, staying at one of the big hotels on the strip, where the seminar was going to be. We had gotten there a few days early, so we could do some shopping on the Miracle Mile, which we enjoyed. And we enjoyed exploring the strip.
We had spent the morning walking through all the shops, looking for treasures and exploring when Lisa suddenly turned to me and asked "Dana, what time is that appointment for? We aren't going to be late, right?"
"Don't worry, Lisa! I have been watching the time. If we start heading back to the hotel room soon, we'll be able to change and get to the meeting in plenty of time" I reassured her.
As we heading back to the hotel room, Lisa inquired more "what is this meeting, anyway?"
I was a little surprised, because she had scheduled the meeting, not me. "I don't know, you scheduled the meeting." We both started laughing because here we are rushing to a meeting, that we don't even know what it is for.
"I'll check the calendar when we get back to the room, I'm sure there are notes about what the purpose is" I offered.
The rest of our walk back to the hotel room was filled with talking and joking about the shops we passed, and what we might want to see before we head home. We forgot all about the circumstances of the mystery meeting.
When we got back to the room, we stripped off our leggings and causal blouses and put on our more formal business wear. We both wore pretty white blouses with buttons, new pairs of tan nylons, 2-inch pumps and Lisa wore a navy-blue pencil skirt and blazer, where I wore a similar gray skirt and blazer.
Lisa then sat down and I brushed out her long blond hair which comes to just above her elbows. When I was done, I sat down and she brushed out my brown hair which comes nearly to my waist. When she was done, I fretted over my bangs for a few minutes then put on fresh mascara and eyeliner, Lisa was doing the same.
We like to wear the same lipstick, because we also like to kiss each other and that simplifies things to use the same color. That day we chose a glossy dark red color. When we were done, we grabbed our purses and headed for the door when I realized I had forgotten to verify what this appointment was about, who it was with and where it was at. I checked my scheduler and the meeting was with Jones Consulting, and it was in the neighboring hotel so we could just walk there.
We headed down the elevator to the shopping level which has tunnels connecting the hotels under the streets. Lisa and I were chatting away as usual and didn't notice the two men then had been following fairly close behind us. There were lots of people walking, so that wasn't unusual at all. But as we passed what appeared to be an open doorway into a storage area, the two men suddenly grabbed our arms and pushed us through the door.
It was dark inside and we couldn't see anything as both of us started screaming. I could feel my assailant's hands holding my arms firmly from behind, and I felt something getting shoved in my mouth to stop my screaming. It felt like some kind of rubber bag or something but it filled my mouth almost completely and just as quickly, a strap was wrapped around my head, holding the gag in place.
Lisa must have been in the same situation, because her screaming stopped as well.
I heard a woman's voice say "cuff them!" and felt my assailant pull my arms behind my back. I felt handcuffs being locked onto my wrists.
We were led down a dimly lit hallway, and I could see Lisa in front of me with the same handcuffs on her wrists. One man was guiding me, another was guiding Lisa. They pulled us into another room, which was also dimly lit, but there were two wooden chairs in the middle of the room, close together, facing each other.
Lisa and I were led to the chairs, and I heard the woman's voice again "take off their skirts" she barked. I felt my assailant reach around my waist and find the zipper. He unzipped it quickly, and let my skirt slide over my hips and fall to the floor. I could see the other man was doing the same to Lisa.
The voice barked out again "Okay, now sit them down!" and we were each pushed into the chairs, facing each other. My bound arms were pulled behind the low back of the chair, and I heard the sounds of chains clinking and felt weight on my wrists and the chains were attached. I tried to pull away, but they were too taunt to allow me any movement.
The woman's voice rang out again "don't forget their ankles!"
I watched as a man pulled on Lisa's leg, pulling it to the side of the chair, and buckled on a leather cuff which was then chained to the chair. I could feel the same thing was happening with my legs.
The woman spoke "now the wrist cuffs!"
I could see the man behind Lisa doing something but couldn't tell what. But I could feel leather cuffs being secured around my wrists. Then the metal handcuffs were removed.
The woman spoke again "remove their blazers!"
And the man pushed me forward in the chair a little, and slid my blazer off my shoulders. He yanked on it to pull it from under my ass where I was sitting on it a little, then slid it off completely. As soon as it was removed, he held my wrists tightly. When the same had been done to Lisa, the woman barked out another command from the darkness.