Blurred Lines

Lead to imprisonment

Michael pov

The girl rounded the table after he left and I held out my wrists for her to cuff. She did, and they led me to the elevator which took me down a few floors.

They opened and I see a cement hallway line with bars. I was shoved into a cell and she stormed stormed off. The boy leaned against the wall and looked at me expectantly.

"I know you can get out of those. Put on the clothes." He nodded to the folded ones on the cot. I took the cuffs off while saying,

"Why, do you not like me dressed like this?" I rolled my hips and he held his stoic face, barely, while his cheeks tinged pink. "Ok, fine. I'll put them on."

I took off the heels, glad to be back down to ground level and went through the process of taking off the slutty outfit, and knowing he was watching me I stripped teasingly, just to mess with him.

He could be straight, but not after I was done with him.

It slipped off the loose baby blue shirt that was already unbuttoned and dropped it, beads clinking in the hidden pocket securing them, grabbing the t-shirt.

"What was that?" he asked, clearly very turned on, judging by his flushed face and fidgety actions.

"What was what?" I pause putting on the shirt to turn to him. He pointed to the shirt on the floor as if that explained everything, then a few seconds later a rushed,

"That sound. What's in it?" I get low to grab it and pull the bracelet out saying,

"Each of these are a tiny explosive to help me escape." I say, voice dripping in sarcasm but I drop the joking tone when I look back up at him to see he's frozen in shock. "You ok?" I ask, taking a step toward him, suspicions forming.

"How'd you get that?" He asked suspiciously, and it clicked why he looked so familiar but I hid it, instead dropping the shirts and stepping toward the door I knew wasn't locked yet and saying,

"Well, a long time ago," I pushed the door open and neared him. "I sat down next to a little boy holding a box of beads and asked him his favorite colors." That wasn't exactly the truth but it was close enough.

By now I was within a foot of him, and I reached for the wrist Jeremy always wore his bracelet on, pushing my hand up his sleeve a bit to confirm it.

"Purple, blue, and pink." I murmur, then look up at him to see he was now bright red. "Does that story ring a bell Jeremy?" I whisper in his ear, feeling him shiver under me.

Just then the door at the end of the hall burst open and I turned, disappointed a bit.

"Get away from him!" A new person said, and I sighed.

"Well, this has been fun." I head back into my cell, gather the stripper outfit and toss it to Jeremy. "Make sure you lock it this time." I wink, then pull on the shirt.

He's still bright red, but leaves. The new girl's rapid fire questions cut off as the elevator doors close and I sit down on the bed, sighing.

I pull my legs up and lean against the wall, looking down at the bracelet, carefully controlling what emotions showed.

Inside, I was screaming. I found Jeremy again, and damn he was hot as shit, but likely straight. He probably hates me though, and if he doesn't now he will when he finds out what I've done.

I set it aside, then debated a nap. These clothes are cold, albeit comfortable so I turned over, flipped off the camera and tried to go to sleep.