The front hall was alight with laughter and chatter at she pulled on her thigh high boots.
“Are you guys going to tell me what is going on yet?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at Melina and Daphne.
The two shared a conspiratorial look but shook their heads and, smiling slyly, each took one of her arms and led her outside. Waiting in the driveway was a sleek, black stretch limo, engine purring as it idled. Before the driver could open the door for them, Melina raised a hand, signalling for him to wait. Then she turned to Kayla, pulling a black strip of silk from her purse.
“Hold still,” she ordered. Bewildered, Kayla stopped in her tracks as Melina reached up and tied the cloth around her eyes.
“Can you see anything?” she whispered in her ear.
“No.” Kayla felt a spike of excitement, wondering what could possibly be going on.
“You may open the doors now,” Melina told the driver. Kayla heard footsteps on gravel, and then someone was grabbing her elbow and leading her carefully toward the car. A hand on the top of her head stopped her from hitting her head on the roof as she bent down to slide into the car. It may have been her imagination, but she also thought she felt an oh-so-gentle brush across her ass.
Daphne slid in after her and instructed her to keep moving until she had reached what roughly seemed to be the middle of the bench. In her blindness, Kayla fumbled for the seat belt that she knew must be somewhere nearby.
“You won’t be needing that tonight,” Melina said from the other side of her, and firmly grabbed Kayla’s hand and deposited it back in her lap. Next, she heard a rustle of movement around her, and then two pairs of hands grabbed her feet and pulled them apart, so that her legs were splayed. The jingle of a buckle and the tightening of a band across the top of her foot told her that they were being buckled down to the floor of the limo. Kayla blushed. Surely anyone in front of her would be able to see up her short skirt now.
“Is this necessary?” she asked uncertainly. “I don’t know if I want to play this sort of game.” She fidgeted in her seat, trying to pull her skirt further down her parted legs.
“Shhh,” Melina soothed. There was the splash of liquid, and then a cool glass was held to her lips. “Drink. It will help your nerves.”
Kayla hesitated for a moment and then cupped her own hand around the small glass and took a gulp. She suppressed a cough as the burn of tequila scorched its way down her throat.
“Again,” Melina ordered. There was a clink of glass as she and Daphne each took their own shots. Kayla swallowed, and again once more when her glass was refilled. She could feel the warm glow of alcohol pushing its way out to her extremities now, as well as pooling at the part of her legs.
“Now,” Melina ordered, “you are going to enjoy yourself. You are not going to resist. And you are not going to hold back.”
Kayla felt the rumble of the engine as the limo started to roll out of the driveway. Daphne giggled.
“Don’t look so dire, Kayla. This is going to be fun!”
Kayla jumped when she felt a hand trace slowly up her calf, past her knee, up her thigh… and stop. She suppressed the desire that suddenly rose up unbidden for that hand to continue its travels. These were her friends in the car with her. Her female friends.
The hand was removed, and she felt the shift in the air as bodies moved away from her. Across the limo she heard the rustle of clothing, followed by faint noises. First came the soft, wet smack of lips, and then little gasps…were Daphne and Melina making out with each other? Both had always expressed such strong interests in men when they went out clubbing.
And yet… The sounds across from her grew more urgent. She could hear their heavy breathing, and little moans that started escaping one of their lips. At first she felt uneasy, listening in on their fun, with her own legs forced wide open. She tried to tug her feet out of the buckles to no avail. She was utterly unable to move.
Finally she gave up her struggle, and as her ears picked up the sounds of clothing being discarded, one of her hands started to trail down between her legs. She teased herself softly through her panties as she reached with her other for her purse. If she was going to be restrained and abandoned in the dark on the car seat, she could at least take a picture to look at later.
Kayla’s hand stretched across the seat but instead of fumbling across the cool leather upholstery, her hand fell upon the lap of someone beside her, someone with a sizeable bulge at his crotch. Kayla drew her hand back in surprise, and the sounds from across the limo paused.
“Go on,” Kayla heard Melina urge. “We were wondering how long it would take you to find your present.”
Kayla’s breath hitched as she slowly reached back toward the seat beside her. So they were not alone in this limo. She felt the roughness of denim as she traced up his thigh. His hips flexed as she reached her mark. Kayla sighed in appreciation when she felt the size of the hard-on straining against his pants. Pressing against it teasingly, she worked to undo his button and his fly. Without the restraint, it sprang free, and she felt the shift in weight beside her as he removed his pants entirely.
“Oh my,” she whispered as she slowly wrapped her hand around his shaft. She traced her finger up its length and swirled it around the tip, admiring the velvet smoothness of his skin. Then she wrapped her hand around his member again and pumped it deliberately, feeling him respond and groan.