The old house was completely empty, aside from a vixen and her video camera. Waiting in the room that her best friend Gypsy shared with her boyfriend Dave, 21 year old Mandy looked like the porn star she had in her. Raven locks were tossed and teased. Make-up was thick and heavy. A black, see-through bra left nothing to the imagination. She sported a garter belt, with a matching thong. Thigh high fish nets led to knee high stiletto boots.
The sheets on the bed had been changed for regular cotton, to deep red satin. Handcuffs were attached to each bedpost and edible oil sat on the nightstand.
She stands behind the camera that she had positioned at the exactly right angle, checking it once more, before taking a seat on the bed and waiting quite patiently.
Playing up to her image as the "innocent", Gypsy pulled wore an old school uniform, from the Mary Jane's shoes to the knee high white stockings to the short skirt, shirt and blazer to the blonde wavy locks in pig tails. Her make up was soft but playful, eyeliner and glitter and shiny red lips. Underneath hid white Lacey French knickers and the same styled push up bra.
She walked in, skipping almost, biting down on one of her fingernails and twilling her hair with the other
Mandy, at that moment, was not Gypsy's best friend, but rather a sexual predator that had just laid her eyes upon her prey. With a slight turn of the head, she looking into the camera and smirks, ensuring the boys that would be watching that it was going to be good.
Standing up, her perfectly pencilled in eyebrows perks, and she runs a tongue over her teeth.
"You're wearing far too much clothing," She says in a very disappointed tone of voice.
"I'm sorry" She says softly, deciding that she was too in a role, and slowly removed the blazer.
She moves behind her, placing her hands on her thighs and running them upward, bringing the skirt up with them.
"The shirt too."
She bites her lips, slowly unbuttoning the shirt before wiggling it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. She stood there half-naked and vulnerable.
Hands travel up, and onto her stomach, nails dragging against skin. She moves around to the front, looking her over with icy blue eyes. Lips part as she leans in and kisses her roughly, hard enough to hurt if one wasn't ready for it.
She gasps and travels backwards a little with the force, eyes wide before pushing back a little and closing her eyes in the return kiss.
The back of Gypsy's bra was quickly undone while Mandy kissed her forcefully - nipping at her tongue and lips.
A quick turn of the table, and Mandy forces Gypsy onto the bed, on her back.
"Move up," She gesture to the head of the bed, not asking, but telling.
She does, but with slight hesitation. She watches Mandy, glances at the camera briefly, then moves closer to the bed head.
She steps onto the bed, putting a leg on either side of Gypsy before sinking down and straddling her on her knees.
She grabs one hand, and brings it upward, clasping it on the cuff. Silently, she does the same to the other.
Leaning over, she licks from her chin to her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, while one hand slipped under her skirt and fingers rubbed between her legs - against her panties.
"You want it, don't you?" She smirks.
She moans softly, her body trembles, eyes shut and lips part. Her chest heaves with each sucked in breath. She didn't really need to say anything, her body said it for her.
Her back arched slightly, forcing herself to push against Mandy's fingers.
Reaching over to the nightstand, she grabs a bottle of oil. Opening it, she holds it above Gypsy's body and lets the slippery liquid splash against her stomach, and breasts. Capping it up, she sets it aside and then leans over and licks it off, starting at her stomach and working her way up to her breasts. She spends a good amount of time as each one. Sucking in her nipples and then biting down and tugging slightly.
The hand that was under her skirt teased. Her fingers lightly running over sensitive skin.
She strained against her restraints a little, not because she wanted out but because she wanted to touch too. She tips her head back, squirming slightly, whimpering and moaning.
Mandy wasn't going to let her touch. It wasn't the game she was playing. She wanted to be the one in charge ..the only one that was free to do whatever she pleased.
Sitting up, she removes her hand form her skirt, but only so she could get Gypsy out of the rest of the clothing that remained - which she did, and quickly.
Moving off the bed, she walks over to the nightstand, pulling the drawer open and taking out a small, white vibrator, which she turns on as she walks over to the end of the bed. Crawling onto the bed, she straddles her again, but this time at her legs.
"Have you ever used a vibrator ...Gypsy?" She asks coolly, as she runs the vibrating sex toy along her outer thigh.
She opens her eyes and watches Mandy, her body still twitching slightly. She shakes her head, big doe eyes un-blinking. She catches her bottom lip in her teeth.
A smirk spreads across and stays on Mandy's face as she moves the tip of the vibrator to her inner thigh, teasing.
She watched for Gypsy's reaction as she gently brushes it across her most sensitive skin.
She jumps a little.
