The Weston Agency

A Spy and a Thief

Celia sat down on Elyn's bed shyly and eyed the items in her hand. The mere mention of bondage made Elyn come in perhaps a little more than eager. A pile of endless straps and cuffs had been placed beside Celia in a heap while another pile of rope of myriad colours was piled on her opposite side. The orange-haired beauty stood before her with two handfuls of what Celia could only discern as just about every possible gag in existence.

"Um... how much money have you spent on all this stuff?" Celia asked. She had many more questions in her mind but that was the first one to come out.

"I don't really have any other hobbies," Elyn said. "So basically all of my spending money goes toward this stuff. You know, the money I don't spend on food and whatnot."

"Is there anything you don't have?"

Elyn paused to think. "Well, I don't have too many things that I couldn't get into myself. I only have the one armbinder since I always have to ask someone to put me in it and get me back out of it. I don't get much use out of that. And I don't own a straitjacket, but we do get to train with them so I don't think I need one. But there isn't much that I don't own."

Celia nodded. "I guess you were the right person to talk to, then," she said.

Elyn plopped the gags down on top of the straps and smiled at Celia. "You really should have come to me first."

"Yeah," Celia said. "It was kind of weird admitting it to Jonas. We've been friends for pretty much our whole lives. We tell each other everything. But I should have known he wouldn't have helped me, um, pursue this."

"Was he angry or anything?"

"No. He doesn't really mind. He's just-"

"A massive prude?" Elyn said.

Celia wanted to deny it but it was true. Even the very mention of word 'bondage' made Jonas turn an alarming shade of red and he nearly bolted from the room. That sort of talk always embarrassed him. In truth it embarrassed Celia a bit too but it almost seemed like Jonas would rather choke to death than have a conversation of that kind.

"He's not mean about it or anything," Celia said. "But yeah."

"He's always been an oddball when it comes to... well, anything. But I think his heart is in the right place."

"It is," Celia said. "He's terribly withdrawn but he's a good man."

Elyn simply nodded and sat down on her bed beside Celia. "Before we start anything I want to make absolutely sure that this is what you want. In short, I need an absolute, enthusiastic yes from you."

"Elyn..." Celia hesitated to say the words. A wave of embarrassment washed over her mind and it took her a moment to finally say what she wanted to say. "I want to do this so very badly. Ever since that day when I was tied up in that broom closet... I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. And then there was just a little while ago with the hotel and Aurora, again... I need to be tied up more, Elyn."

"Need to or want to?"

"Both. But, you know, without the impending peril and everything." Celia said, unable to stifle the smile that curled her lips. Elyn smiled back.

"Very good, then. You're not totally like me, then. I think danger can be a lot of fun."

Celia hesitated again. "Maybe a bit..."

"Still, I think we should take it slow with you. Or, you know, as slow as you want it to go."

"Okay."

"Now, is this the outfit you're going with?" Elyn asked.

Celia furrowed her brow and looked down at her clothes. She wore her casual attire, the usual outfit of the black and brown, long-sleeved t-shirt, the tight, brown capri pants and her low cut, black running shoes. "What's wrong with my outfit?"