Michaelishious - Vol. 2020

Dec. 4th: The best wrong move

We'd been waiting underneath the stairs, cramped in the same position for almost an hour. Waiting and listening, counting the minutes, and waiting some more. We crept closer when someone else but the person we were waiting for walked past, and we continued to reassure each other that we would follow through with our plan. And finally, we heard his cheerful whistling when he came out from his studio and the smooth taps from his loafers on the tiled stairs. It was now or never. So I quickly slipped the black bag over the man's head.

"Gotcha!" I exclaimed, although not too loud since I was scared somebody could hear, and my friend, Nora, was quick with the rope and tied his arms.

"Hey! What are you doing? Stop! Help!" the man yelled and tried to fight loose.

"Not a word," I hissed and pushed two fingers between his shoulder blades, so he'd believe it was a gun. "Just do as we say, and nobody will get hurt. Understood?"

He nodded quickly and let Nora tie his hands. Then we grabbed one arm each and led him to a different exit than the one he was originally heading for. Nora's old Toyota was standing right outside, and since it was dark and the only streetlight in the back alley was broken, nobody noticed us sneaking out.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I asked with a chuckle and slipped in next to him in the backseat. Nora was already up front and had started the car and spun off as soon as we'd shut the doors.

"They're gonna call the cops. The security team is probably already looking for me. Just let me go and I promise you won't be in trouble."

I ignored him.

"Please? I'll give you a million dollars if you let me go. I'll do anything."

Nora and I exchanged looks in the rear mirror and both of us smirked.

"I bet you will."

I was pleased that he'd been practicing his acting skills since last time. Then he'd ruined everything when he started laughing like a hyena when my stockings caught in the graveyard fence when I "tried to run away from him". I wasn't really running, of course. We were roleplaying, and I was an innocent virgin running from a wicked undertaker. And this wasn't really a kidnapping. It was our birthday present to him. Mike was turning twenty-five and was still single as a Pringle. Nora and I were kind of together and kind of not, depending on the day. Today, we were both in a relationship with Mike. He just didn't know about it yet.

"Who are you and what do you want from me?" he asked eventually, sounding so frustrated that I had to laugh. But instead of answering right away, I placed my hand on his thigh and let my fingers run slowly up to his groin. Then I leaned close to his ear and whispered.

"Tonight, we'll turn it the other way around. Let's see what we can do for you."

"You can let me go!"

"Nice try," I said and chuckled, tempted to squeeze his bulge to set his mind straight. But I didn't want to start something in here when we had everything set in our hotel room. The hand cuffs. The gag. Our sexy outfits. The toys. We had enough to keep going all night, and I couldn't wait to see his reaction to Nora and me wearing matching corsets and lace thongs with a French opening. I almost sprained my ankle when I tried on the seven-inch red heels, but they looked so hot it was totally worth it.

Just like at the studio, we used a back door not to draw attention. Seeing people tied up with bags over their heads is usually frowned upon and makes people call the cops, and we didn't want that. We wanted to have fun. And it started already in the elevator on our way up to the third floor. With Mike secured between us, Nora reached over and squeezed my boob while she licked her lips seductively.