Livre: One Shots

[28*] Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Tags: Strap ons. Light Bondage.

I am just putting this there so any reader reading my work can choose to not read further if that is okay! I just want to make sure nothing is triggering or out of y'alls comfort zone.

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Taylor isn't quite sure what she's expecting when she follows Karlie's text instructions, but an empty store room with a large, empty display unit isn't it. Is this it? Pulling her phone out, Taylor looks at Karlie's messages again, her eyes adjusting to the brightness of the screen in the dimly lit room.

[9:28 pm]

Leave through the side door and head down the hallway to your left. I'll be waiting for you in the room towards the back.

Then, the follow-up:

[9:28 pm]

Don't dawdle, Taylor.

Scoffing a bit at Karlie's choice of words, Taylor takes a cursory look around the room. The half-dressed mannequins casting long shadows across the concrete floor make her feel uneasy and she moves a little bit away from them. There are various boxes scattered around the room and a few tables that should probably buckle under the weight of the detritus strewn over them, but no sign of Karlie. Not that her absence is saying much, considering only a few lights are working in the room, but Taylor walks around anyway to see if maybe Karlie is playing a childish game of hide and seek. Why did I even follow these dumb texts? I can't be away for long. This is a charity night held in my honor. Her hunt through the shadows produces nothing, unfortunately, except for a sneezing fit. Taylor inhales a bit shakily and moves back toward the center of the room, now feeling more annoyed at being down in this room alone than anything. She shoots off a quick text to Karlie before shoving her phone back into her purse and putting it down on one of the tables.

[9:32 pm]

Where the fuck are you??! And where the fuck am I?

"Looks like I'm not the one dawdling," Taylor mumbles under breath.

She ventures a little further into the room until she's standing under one of the spotlights. There's a large construct in the middle of the room that Taylor finds a bit out of place. It's a large, white grid, like a chain-link fence, angled at a slant - most likely a display for hanging art. But right now, it's empty and looming; a giant net ready to catch women who wander into storerooms alone when they should be in other spaces of the building entertaining their guests. Curiosity gets the better of her, so she reaches up high, curling her fingers through the open holes of the frame and pulling firmly. When it doesn't budge, she looks up to examine the unit, squinting. It doesn't quite reach the ceiling and stops well short of the walls on either side. Taylor uses both hands to pull on the rack and huffs when it still refuses to move. Shuffling back a few steps, Taylor looks down and sees the posts along the bottom that appear to be locked into the floor. Stepping closer once more, Taylor peers through the openings, but heavy shadows are obscuring whatever is stored along the back of the room. She's feeling more uneasy by the minute, and Karlie is still nowhere to be found, so Taylor turns to leave, only to be brought up short by a familiar voice behind her.

"Don't turn around."

Taylor's eyes close briefly as she takes a shallow breath, unable to control the shiver that runs through her at the tone of Karlie's voice. She fully intends to turn around and scold Karlie for keeping her waiting in this creepy room.

"Karlie, don't be stupid. You send me this cryptic message to meet you in this room, which is very much along the lines of those horror movies you enjoy so much, and then you are late. After you very specifically told me to not to be late, and I just think that if you are going to..."