Stumbling up the stairs I grip her slender waist tightly.
Her frame is lightweight, she is tall and thin but her increasing incapacitation make her difficult to manipulate and control.
Reaching the top of the stairs I am glad to find the door to the flat unlocked as I prop her up with my left shoulder slipped under her right arm and my left arm now across her back under her bunched leather jacket.
"Fuck me..." Stevie offers incredulously "...thought you were herding elephants up those stairs."
"And you couldn't think to assist" I offer as I manipulate the dark blonde towards the single seat sofa and drop her unceremoniously into the seat, leaving her slumped diagonally across the dark blue chair.
Steve's response as he casts his eye across her is to take a long drag on what looks to be the last of remnants of the joint he clutches between his fingers, her arrival at least has caused him to pause the PlayStation game that has been providing his entertainment. The air of the flat is thick with a visible haze and a strong smell of the substantial bag of weed sat next to a packet of cigarettes and a silver packet of cigarette papers on the coffee table.
"Where the fuck did you find this one?" Steve enquiries.
Despite obvious heavy cannabis consumption Steve's more attuned than our visitor, no mean feat I sardonically consider as I wonder firstly if there is any Pizza left in the box to his right or if he would even be inclined to share.
"Little bit of lost property from the bar..." I offer, ".... I nearly locked up and missed her slumped in one of the booths."
The bar had been quiet, a slow and unsteady trail of midweek drinkers offering the kind of trade which left me questioning the benefits of even opening the bar on a Monday and Tuesday. Steve's suggestion had been to open up our recently acquired premises to the student crowd, as an alternative, I could see both the pros and the cons of such a strategic move.
I had noticed her on her arrival how could I not recognise such beauty, it was captivating, mesmerising, but she had arrived with a male some years her senior dressed smartly but in a slightly tired looking suit. All the same I envied him just to be in her company.
Arriving an hour or so before closing she had ordered a red wine and he had taken a bottle of non-alcoholic lager. Despite taking in her elegant beauty, I had thought little more of their arrival or had I noted them despite the lack of clientele drinking in the bar. That was until I had discovered her slumped across the bench seat of the booth tucked away in the far corner of the bar, my mind casting on if I had witnessed his departure.
It was all I could do to wake her from her slumber as I had sat her upright and gently shaken her shoulders. Barely able to open her eyes which rolled into the back of her head she had mumbled incoherently before I took a step back to momentarily considering the circumstances I had unwittingly inherited. His loss could be my gain I figured.
Fresh air in her lungs on guiding her with difficulty on severely unsteady feet into the alley at the rear of O'Leary's had barely sobered her. By time I had made the drive across the city she was slumped once more in the passenger seat of the Van held up by only the seatbelt run diagonally across her disappointingly small breasts.
"I think we've been left a gift" I smirk not looking from her to Stevie. "Someone did the hard yards for us."
My eyes cast over her slumped body, she is exquisitely dressed. A little black leather jacket sits over a black high neck top that stretches over her upper body. A tight knee length skirt sits upon her waist and her legs are clad in a dark grey opaque denier nylon, along the backs of which run a black seam. High heeled black shoes with a single strap around her ankle complete her look.
"Roofied" Steve energetically proclaims.
"At a guess... and I'd also suggest an amateur was responsible... rather than lower her defences the poor cows been practically rendered unconscious." I offer my initial and unwavering appraisal of her fate to my brother.
"Another end to a night that our CCTV has failed to capture," Steve reflects.
"It's so fucking unreliable that system," I reply thinking back to wiping the digital recording of an otherwise unremarkable evening in the bar.
Mr. Cheap Suit had right totally fucked up and had cowardly left her hidden away and defenceless in the corner of the bar as opposed to handling the obvious problems in escorting her anywhere. The empty wine glass left on the table would no doubt prove to be of forensic value. The glass which now sat stripped of all such evidence in the glass washer in the small impractical kitchen to the rear of O'Leary's. As I explain my theory to Stevie he sits forward hanging on my every word.
"His loss is our gain," Stevie croakily offers stubbing out the last of the joint having taken one final deep inhale.
"Was my exact though process my Brother dear..." I offer smirking as his echo of my earlier sentiment, "...when she comes to."
"What do we do with her until then?" Steve enquiries his eyes barely leaving her, despite the unclear sight of her perfect features he is afforded as her long dark blonde hair falls across her face.
"Well, there's no harm in getting her ready is there?" I respond, "Your assistance in which would be greatly appreciated."
Between the two of us we lifted her with ease, Steve taking hold of her ankles while I slipped my hands under her arms. Carrying her through the living room and down the hallway into the spare bedroom. Less than ten minutes later she lay fully restrained across the metal frame bed.
Her restraint was simple yet effective. Removed of her jacket and her skirt she now lay face down on the bed as we positioned her arms at right angles to her body, at full stretch her arms met thick leather cuffs. The cuffs buckled secure and tight over her slender wrists. Each cuff further secured under the bed by a length of black nylon rope tied tight through d-rings set in each of the cuffs.
Her long slender legs extend down across the bed to be held at the ankle by two conjoined leather cuffs, attached to the left of which was another far shorter length of black rope that securely held her body across the bed as it was tied to the frame of the bed under the base of the mattress.
The final adornment came by means of a thick black collar that now sat buckled firmly across the back of her neck through her dark blonde hair, a final length of rope pulled taught and tied off to the frame of the headboard tied tightly to the collar.
Standing over her folding her dark skirt neatly and placing it on her folded leather jacket I step back and admire our capture.
The halter neck top that clung tight to her chest was largely backless except for a thick strap of black material sat over the base of her spine. With the skirt removed the seam up the back of her dark grey tights ended high up her thighs with a delicate little bow detail, the opacity of the nylons revealed tantalisingly that she wore no underwear beneath the tights.
"Let her get her beauty sleep," I offer to Steve as we step away from the bed.