O'Reilly's Bar was quiet, as quite and dull a Tuesday night as there had ever been.
We'd grown a considerable reputation as a student bar which fit a multitude of benefits, but very few perks with the Cities Universities are empty for the Summer.
Weekend trade was good and keeping us ticking over, fortunately.
In the corner, sat on the sofas a raucous outburst of laughter catches my attention. A group of six males who'd been our only custom for the last hour, spare for a young couple sat at the far end of the bar staring into one another's eyes, making small talk and failing to consume the cocktails they nursed.
Only Steve and I work the bar, there's no need for staff or the associated cost of wages when it's this quiet. I watch him as he wipes down the surface of the bar for the fifth time in seemingly as many minutes.
"Fuck me Steve you keep wiping that and you'll take the surface off," I caustically offer.
I hear the click clack of heels approach from the main doors long before I look up.
She seems out of place here, black ankle strap heels and dark denier hosiery, lead to a tight little dark grey pencil skirt and suit jacket worn over a black blouse unbuttoned to accentuate an impressive cleavage.
"Oh hello..." Stevie offers on a hushed tone, catching sight of her himself. "Tonight, might just have picked up."
"You know her," I state, my eye still on her as she picks her way through empty tables towards us and the bar. She's not unattractive and looks, from my initial glances to be in her late thirties at least, possibly early forties. She's well-presented though, dressed immaculately, despite slightly heavy makeup. A floral aroma from her heavy perfume surrounds her.
"The businesswoman... the dirty married businesswoman...the one at the hotel." Steve does his best to hush his voice as he prompts me.
My memory triggers to a liaison Steve had told me about from around a month or so ago, I'd not quite believed him as such as first. Taking the piss out of him when he'd returned back to the flat midmorning with a tale of a businesswoman, visiting the City overnight who he'd met in a late bar and had found himself back at her hotel room for a night he'd simply described as energetic.
"Barn Door in a breeze?" I state, reiterating the crude phrase he'd used to describe her.
"The same..." Steve offers with a grin. "... the very same... Shall I introduce you?"
The dark mousy blonde-haired woman steps up to the bar now. Her gaze fixes on Stevie.
"Nice to see you again Steven" she offers with a knowing smirk, as she speaks, I catch hints of a suppressed London accent. "I'm on a stop over and thought I'd check out this bar you own."
"Part own," I interject looking along the bar to her as she faces Stevie.
"So, you must be the brother..." she offers extending her right hand towards me, "...who I also heard plenty about."
"You probably only heard the bad things," I quip as I accept her hand and shake it gently, I catch her eye-line as she visually appraises me.
"Oh, I don't mind bad things..." her eyes narrow and a hint of a devilish smirk passes red lipstick coated lips, "...they're usually more fun."
"Maybe I'll introduce you to a little bag of tricks I possess" I glance to Stevie on my left who responds with a subtle little nod.
"Sounds intriguing..." she offers, looks like I found interesting company to pass a lonely evening..."
I let go of her hand.
"Andrea Chambers..." she offers almost business like.
"What can I get you Andrea Chambers?" I respond not giving her my name.
"A large cold Chardonnay should get the night started," Andrea offers her attention no longer on Steve but focussed on me.
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"Well, well well... Somebody has an eye for detail," I offer to Steve as he stands behind her.
Without a pause he yanks the black long sleeve satin blouse that I've just slowly unbuttoned down the backs of her arms.
A slight gasp passes Andrea's mouth at the ferocity of Steve's actions as my hands fall unopposed over her ample breasts held up firmly in an emerald green bra. A bra that matches the emerald green little panties revealed by the removal of her skirt, which now sits on the floor, bunched around her stocking clad ankles.
We'd kept her entertained over a supply of Chardonnay and relative small talk for an hour in the bar until closing time. There was barely any need for a set up as she drained the last of her large glass of wine. She was under the influence of the alcohol but not so much so that she didn't know what she was doing. On a husky dirty little chuckle as she'd slipped from her bar stool she'd enquired on the latest in a succession of devilish grins if we were both going to be gentlemen enough to escort her back to her hotel. An unspoken insinuation hung heavy in the air.
Passing through the reception of the budget hotel chain, we'd ascended the lift in near silence. A silence that had extended on entering the room as she stood between the two of us next to bed covered in crisp white bedding and two burgundy cushions.
A coy smirk passes her lips as she looked up at me and she narrowed her piercing blue eyes.
"I like the finer things in life..." Andrea offered, looking down across the vivid green lingerie that clings to her body exquisitely, "...and to make a statement."
My right hand leaves her firm left breast as I take her jaw in my hand. Steve's hands simultaneously fall over and grip her upper arms.
"I don't speak for Steve... but I can't promise the finer things in the next few hours... but we can certainly make a statement"
"I don't mind slumming it either," she almost instantly retorts her voice lowered to a husky whisper.
As I cradle her jaw I drop my mouth next to her right ear and whisper, "Good ...because for the next couple of hours we're going to treat you like a common whore."
I feel her shiver in my grip, watch her bite gently at her bottom lip at my bold proclamation. She doesn't react though she seemingly accepts as I straighten up and face her once more.
A moment later Andrea goes so far as to nod her head ever so slightly in physical acceptance of my dark proposal.
My left-hand slips to the item tucked into the waist band of my jeans. The item procured unseen by her while she'd been in the hotel room en-suite barely 5 minutes ago. Keeping my grip on her jaw I pass Steve the item.
"If you'd be so kind Stevie," I state as I keep my focus on her.
I watch the uncertainty creep across her face, I tighten my grip on her jaw looking into her now wide eyes as I softly state, "Don't worry."
I hear the double click of the brushed steel handcuffs as Steve secures her wrists behind her.
"Oh, fucking hell no..." she pulls her head away from my grip "Oh fuck No"
"Relax..." I offer as she backs against Steve, and I reach out my hand to cradle her face. "It's just a little restraint."
"No... but I've... I've never..." her voice trembles her previous confidence dropping, "...without my ...without my hands..."
"You offer a little more of yourself to us that's all ...you lose a little control." I brush my thumb over her cheek, "Trust us."
"Trust you..." Andrea nervously chuckles looking over her shoulder at Steve and then back to me. I hear her pull at the cuffs.
"You said you wanted to see what we were capable of" I offer on a hint of a grin referring to a conversation back at the bar.
"This... this is not ...not what I had in mind"
Even as she assesses the situation there's a calmness to her, Steve and I have both seen the panic and felt the reaction to the simple but effective act of restraint into which we've just placed her. Some girls panicking and resisting while others accept and surrender. No two individuals acting the same manner.
Andreas Introduction to the cuffs had been unexpected, for her, for Steve and I this was a tried and tested routine.
The location differed that was the only parameter change so far as we were concerned. The hotel room a new substitution for the bar or the flat.
Andrea the latest in a succession of girls who'd succumb to our familiar routine, who one way or another had submitted to our will.
Andrea would be no different.
"Let us show you... show your something you've never experienced before."
I don't press the matter, I don't dwell, I fix my gaze on hers as she looks up at me, far shorter than me, and Steve even in her heels.
Andrea draws a breath, a deep steady inhale which she then slowly exhales.
"It's a ...it's a night for firsts" she offers hesitantly.
I smile softly as still cradling the side of her face I lean forward and press a kiss to her red lips. A kiss which for the briefest of moments goes unreturned before I feel her warm breath to the side of my face. Our mouth's part and I feel her tongue meet mine.
I don't prolong the kiss for any longer than necessary. I break away, stepping back as I nod. Her breath hitched and nasal
"I think we need her on her knees Stevie"
Hearing her gently gasp I watch as Steve gently pushes his knee not the back of her stocking clad knee his hands slip under her arms to break her fall, and she lets him lower her to her knees between the two of us.
Andrea's head drops a little submissively
Reaching out my left hand I trace my fingers around her slender neck. I imagine how she'd look collared. Her body is toned and while she could not be considered svelte, her ample cleavage as I look down her body leads to a toned stomach, a slender waist and her well defined legs, I make an assumption she maintains a certain level of physical fitness.
