Handcuffed Rivals

35

"Did I read that right?" the sign couldn't be more laughable with a big, roundy edges, supposedly boobs, shape-wise, distinctable color for a sex shop. In between the lines, it stood a clear sign that this wasn't a place for me, with or without King.

He pulled on my arm in its direction, to the main door, shamelessly, his head only turning in the direction of a running car who stopped at pedestrian crossing.

"What? Wait, what? I'm not going in there." I still protested whitin every inch of my skin. Imagine the horror I'd have to witness if a known person comes across our way and sees us going inside that vurglar, unlady place.

"I protest." I tried again getting the well-accustumated silence in return. God, did it suck to be tied to a man who wasn't vocal.

"Why are we even here?" the left side of my brain wondered out loud, the logical side, one who kept shut to herself almost never. Hence why my thoughts always seem to end up on a silver plate in front of people.

"I have a fight tonight in case you forgot." he reminded me of our talk back at the Faculties and my newfound information about his extra curricular activities. He was a football player, but he knew a thing or two with the hands as well. Wonderful.

"So?" he thinks he'll get lucky afterwards and is rubbing the salt in my face by getting a sex toy in a sex shop whistl tugging me along, chained, stinky and exhausted?

"Just go inside!" he opened the front door and waited for me to enter first, then tugged along leaving the clicking sound in the background, almost remiding me I've entered a holy place for King and a dead end for Bea.

Scaning the place, my eyes followed all these weird tying stuff I had no memory of ever seeing, the ropes, the freaky leather balls holder or whatever that was used for. I kept the internal laugh inside me, too embarrased to be marching the shelfs alongside King, a master at bed. Or so I heard.

"Well hello there!" a middle aged, elongated, skinny guy with a tiny, not at all developed mustache, only a trace of trying, emarged from behind the counter, dressed to impress, with a neon shirt that read a clear 'whenever wherever' sign, making me wonder was it all sexual intended here or was it just the vibe I was getting. He scanned our arms "Kinky. I've got planty of those stuff."

His excitement danced on the air around him.

"Yes, we'd like another one of these because we lost a key." King buttered up in the front, stealing my view on the guy, luckly because the redness on my cheeks would've blinded him, only nudged him to make another joke.

It was a smart thing from King, to think of a way to get us uncuffed without leaving a trace behind. We could easily unlock the cuffs whenever and then cuff them back on when on the grounds of Faculties. It was such a smart idea, I was sad inside I didn't come up with it myself.

"Damn, that's some good stuff." the guy laughed, punching King in the shoulder with his leaky hand, almost trembling when making contact to Kings well defined biceps. I stayed still behind him, looking around while the guy laughed again, this time uncomfortably, noticing King didn't find it so entertaining like he wanted him to.

His footsteps wipped the floor, going around the corner in search for a similiar pair of handcuffs while I couldn't take my eyes off of a familiar figure at the other side of the store, whose back had me rethinking if I had gone nuts or was it my best friend.

Dan turned his head to match my look, already claimed on him, his eyes buldging out of its own skin, widening wide as a spaceship, round and even.

"Dan?" it was my horrified, squicky voice, that brought my tied enemy as well as myself, to turn all of our attention at the other side, towards a well-dressed, all Nike and glowing silhouette.