Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 36

Shane

Work was heaven and hell. I mean, the smell of Mila's arousal was amazing, and I totally got why Lauren was into her. It didn't call to me like Taylor's did, but she wasn't around, and hell, I was a guy. I'd scened with Taylor before, and Taylor and Troy had done everything except have sex, so it really wouldn't be a big deal. I just didn't see Lauren sharing. But I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

While Lauren spent her lunch literally eating the best thing in the building, I spent mine drawing up sketches. Like hell I was going to lie on the table and have another Nermac's mate straddle me. I'd never cheat on Taylor, but there was a hell of a lot of things I could do with Mila that neither one of us would consider cheating. Lauren, on the other hand, would rip my dick off.

As soon as work was finished for the day and the girls left, she told me the plan.

"Come to my new playroom. I don't want to scare her, but if you take on a submissive role, I'm sure she will be into it."

I really didn't feel like being a sub tonight, but if it got me near Mila, then I'd play her game.

Two hours later, I was standing there, staring at Lauren in disbelief. "There is no way in hell I'm wearing women's underwear."

"It's what she's into, Man. Look, you don't have to. You can just go home. But hurry, 'cause she will be here in like five minutes."

"She's blindfolded right?" I muttered. Lauren nodded. "I can't believe I'm fucking doing this," I said as I started to slide the stockings on. I was surprised that they fit, as did the thong and bra. I couldn't believe she picked pink. Could it get more humiliating?

"One last thing," Lauren said. "I'm afraid you will hurt her, so I'm going to restrain you. And I mean really restrain you." She pointed to the handcuffs on the walls. I could see the difference in the metal immediately. She was right; I knew they were impossible to break out of for a Nermac, as I'd used them on Taylor in the past. I saw that she was going to hook them to a chain hanging from the ceiling, made of the same metal. If I allowed her, I'd be bound at her mercy.

"Lauren, swear that you aren't going to do anything to me," I pressed, trying to reassure myself.

"I swear I won't do a thing."

And with her words as a promise, I allowed my hands to be cuffed, and then raised them so that they were hooked to the chain above my head.

"One more thing," she said, "I don't want you talking and revealing who we really are." She put a red ball gag into my mouth and strapped it to my head.

I stood there like an idiot, dressed as a woman, ball gag in my mouth, just waiting. I didn't have to wait long. About five minutes later, I heard the door to the apartment open and voices fill the space. I recognized her voice immediately, and it wasn't Mila. It was Taylor.

FUCK.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.