“Thought you might like this.” Kayla reached a hand out, offering a red press badge attached to a lanyard to Sara.
“What’s this for?” She asked.
“This is the only reason we even came here today,” replied Kayla, slinging the lanyard over her head, the badge sitting squarely upon her chest. It complemented her outfit perfectly, the red badge effortlessly matching her two piece red dress which she wore with a pair of sheer tights, and strappy black heels.
“I’m not quite sure I follow,” Sara admitted.
She followed Kayla’s lead, lifting the lanyard over her own head, fluffing out her brown hair so that the straps rested on the back of her neck. Her red badge was a stark contrast to the all black getup she’d put together this morning. She’d paired a patterned black dress with thin straps along with a black t-shirt she wore underneath. Her legs were wrapped in a pair of black tights, and her feet tucked into a pair of high heeled Mary Janes.
“Sorry, let me fill you in. So this tower is super famous, not just in Hazeldale but like…across the states. Every year they do this big firework show and…one sec’, hang on.”
As they arrived at the front doors, Kayla flashed her badge, explaining her business as well as clarifying that Sara was accompanying her.
Nodding her head, the guard ushered the two ladies in. “Go ahead, you can go straight up to the top floor. We hope you enjoy your time, Miss Grace.”
As they entered the Tower, Sara couldn’t help but fix her gaze upward as she admired the grandeur of the building. The bottom level had a ceiling way higher than the other floors, probably rising at least three stories tall. The rafters were beautifully decorated, but that wasn’t even the coolest part of the structure. The best part was how the whole thing was shaped. The outside of the building was basically one big cylinder with another smaller cylinder in the center, housing the main elevator system.
Before they ascended to the top floor, Kayla and Sara took a stroll around the bottom level, reading the info-graphic panels on the history of the building. Meanwhile, Kayla picked right up where she had left off earlier.
“Anyway, like I was saying, they do this big fireworks show every year, but the event costs like…millions of dollars to put on, it’s insane. Which like okay, that would be whatever, but a lot of that money is city money, not the people who own this building. The city is using taxpayer money to fund this stupid fireworks show, rather than investing it into literally anything else. Affordable housing, drug rehab, you name it!”
“And let me guess, Kayla Grace is on the case I presume?”
“Oh you know I am. I begged the Tribune to let me do a story on the Tower. I kept getting told that it would just put me in a bad place, likely ending me up in the bad graces of some unsavory people…all the usual gripes, blah, blah, blah.”
Sara laughed, “Well good for you. I know the feeling all too well. Doing the right thing isn’t always easy, and just because there’s potential for peril involved…well, peril seems to find us regardless, so rather go for it and take a chance, eh?”
“And that’s literally what I told them. So yeah, long story short, I was given these press badges so I could come visit and meet some of the staff, take photos, all that good stuff. Otherwise, until the city stops giving this place a free loan, I am not paying a single cent to be here.”
“It worked out for me then, I must say,” Sara winked, affectionately nudging Kayla’s shoulder.
“Totally, the timing could not have been more perfect. Because like…yeah I have my qualms about this place, but the view from the top is gorgeous. Speaking of which, you ready to go up?”
“Lead the way, Miss Grace,” Sara intimated the tone of the staff member that had referred to Kayla with that title earlier, even managing a pretty good American accent in the process.
It gave Kayla a good chuckle. “Hey, that was pretty good, I have to admit.”
“I’ve already got this whole bit planned for when I get back, I’m going to whip out that accent and pretend my English one has all but vanished. Harriet will get a laugh out of it I imagine.”
“It’s gotten a laugh from me already, so I think that’s a good sign.”
Sara smiled as the two girls waited by the elevators. They took the first one up, stepping inside as the only two passengers. It was a long journey to the top, but when the doors finally reopened it had been worth every second.
“Bloody hell…” Sara gasped, totally in awe of what could only be described as a breathtaking view of Hazeldale City, least that’s what it said in the brochure.
Still, it was more than an accurate characterization, the floor to ceiling windows that circled the room allowed for an unhindered view of Hazeldale, giving folks viewing access one hundred and sixty degrees around. It was a weekday too so the crowds weren’t that bad. Sara was able to walk right up to the glass, staring down at the beautiful expanse of city that lay below.
“I can see why this place is such a popular attraction.”
“Right?” Kayla exclaimed, “Isn’t it something? I remember the first time I came here after moving to Hazeldale and just…falling in love. There’s something about this city that will forever have my heart.”
“I can see why you take such pride in your work then,” mused Sara.
“Oh, absolutely. Journalism is so important. Otherwise, people in power would just run away doing whatever they want. I mean, they kind of already do that, but as a journalist I can do my very best to try and keep some of that in check.”
Sara smiled before aiming her camera and snapping a photo of the city. “What a noble cause you’ve devoted yourself to.”
“It’s not all noble, I can tell you that. When you end up bound and gagged because you’ve pissed off some important people, it doesn’t feel so grand.”
“Please, you’re talking to the master of such things,” Sara said with a smirk.
“Speaking of which, and pardon me, but I just have to ask. Do you have a least favorite way of being…”
“Hogties,” Sara blurted, “sorry, I kind of cut you off there. I assume that’s what you were getting at so I just went for it.”
“Look at you, always staying one step ahead,” Kayla nudged Sara playfully. “But yeah, you totally read my mind.”
“What can I say, call it my snooping intuition. How about you?”
“Well, call me crazy,” Kayla started, “but I’d take a hogtie over a standing or upright tie any day of the week. Better to be able to at least rest on the floor than have to stand or kneel for hours on end.”
“Ah, yeah I suppose that makes sense.”
“And don’t even get me started on gags,” Kayla went on, “just last week I had this horrendously massive ball gag stuffed in my mouth.”
“Ugh, I hate those too,” Sara interjected.
“I’ll take a sock gag over that every time,” said Kayla.
“How about a shoe?” Sara shot Kayla a mischievous wink.
“A shoe?”
“When I was in Lakeside, my good friend Erin O’Malley's shoe was fixed to my face…what a proper riot that was. Can’t say I enjoyed that one bit.”
“Jesus, and I thought I had it bad!”
“Seems like as the years pass by, the more creative these creeps are getting. Cripes, what ever happened to a good old fashioned cleave gag?”
“Right?! And don’t get me started on pantyhose hoods…”
Their lively discussion continued as they walked around the upper level, stopping every now and again so Kayla could point out landmarks for Sara. They finally came to a cozy looking bench, one that was often occupied during the weekend rush, but today it was free as could be. The two girls took a seat, taking a moment to just sit and stare out over the Hazeldale horizon.
“So tell me,” Sara asked, “what are these Korean corn dogs like, and when can I try one?”
Kayla turned so she was facing Sara better, her mind racing a mile a minute with excitement. She loved talking about food and Korean culture, and she loved introducing her friends to it too.
“They’re not like any other corn dog you’ve had before, so just throw that out the window. They’re sweet and savory, and chewy and cheesy and…well I mean, describing them isn’t going to cut it, you just need to try one and see for yourself!”
“My curiosity is thoroughly piqued,” roused Sara.
“Perfect! Well, I know just the place to go. Trust me, I’ve tried lots of different spots, and these guys do it the best. It’s not too far from the tower either so it’s a win-win!”
Kayla shot up, with Sara following closely behind. They took one last look at the skyline, before saying goodbye for now and stepping back into the elevators. As they began their descent, a light lit up indicating that they would be stopping at one of the middle floors.
“Hm, that’s strange,” Kayla remarked, “usually it just takes you all the way up or all the way down.”
She looked at Sara as the two of them exchanged worried glances. Kayla could tell that Sara’s snoop senses were tingling, and Kayla’s own instincts were also on high alert.
The elevator slowly lowered to a stop before the doors opened revealing a mostly empty floor. The only light illuminating the place was from the outside, but thankfully the floor to ceiling windows lit the space up pretty well. The floor was laid out like some kind of storage area, lots of metal shelving and boxes were strewn all over the place. This was clearly not a place that anyone regularly visited, least of all a pair of casual tourists!
Kayla pressed the buttons on the elevator panel, but none of them were responding to her.
“Shit,” she said, “the elevator’s busted.”
“There’s got to be a staircase we can use,” replied Sara.
“Yeah but…I’ve got a bad feeling about this.
“Me too. You think this is some kind of trap?”
“I’m almost certain it is,” Kayla declared confidently, “the way the elevator stopped on this floor in particular, the fact that the buttons on the panel aren’t working, and the fact that no one’s here…which also…doesn’t that beg the question of who even stopped the elevator!?”
She looked at Sara who seemed in clear agreement of the situation.
“That all checks out,” said Sara, “so what’s the plan then?”
“There’s a staircase on the other side of this middle section, if we can make it there we’ll be home free.”
“What if that’s where they want us to go?”
Sara was right, and Kayla knew she was right. But as Kayla wracked her mind for other options, she couldn’t think of any. There was really only one way out of this mess, and it was going to be a long-shot.
“I think that’s kind of our only option,” she said.
Kayla watched as Sara took a deep breath, readying herself for whatever was about to come next.
“Then let’s give it a proper go.”
Kayla nodded. “Let’s stick together for now. If shit hits the fan, we can split up and hope that one of us is able to make it out. Sound good?”
“As good as it gets.
Kayla nodded, confident in her and Sara’s ability to fend for themselves. She felt bad that she and Sara were even in this mess. It was her idea to come to the Tower today, but now that she really thought about it perhaps that wasn’t the best idea given her history. Word of her interview was bound to stir up trouble, she knew that. She had just underestimated how soon that trouble would find her.
Taking their first steps, the duo stepped out of the elevator as the doors behind them closed. The elevator whirred into action and it was whisked away, the sound of it descending slowly faded off until all was silent. Kayla shot an annoyed look at Sara who just rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders.
“Figures,” she said.
They continued their trek through the abandoned floor, hugging as close as they could to the wall and being as quiet as they could. Weaving their way through shelves and empty boxes, they found themselves making considerable progress and had yet to meet any resistance. The knot in Kayla’s stomach was starting to loosen a bit, but it tightened right back up as large shades began dropping in front of the windows.
One by one, the sections of windows were blacked out as thick drapes unfurled in front of them, plunging the whole room into darkness. Not even the emergency flood lights remained on.
“Sara, you still with me?” Kayla whispered.
She felt a hand on her shoulder, but immediately recognized its gentle touch.
“Right here,” she heard Sara reply from behind her. “At least the darkness provides some cover for us.”
“Yeah, but who knows what kind of unsavory folks are also lurking around with us.” Kayla’s own words sent a shiver up her spine.
“Well then let’s keep moving, the sooner we get out of here the better.”
The duo moved their way through the dark, carefully navigating themselves toward the stairs. There were no signs of anyone else lurking around in the dark, and as they reached the emergency exit sign they breathed a sigh of relief.
“Home stretch,” Kayla whispered.
They strode confidently up to the door, but Sara’s snooping intuition had been dead on. They had walked head first into a trap!
As Kayla reached for the handle, there was an array of sounds from behind her as a group of thugs jumped out from their hiding places and descended upon Sara.
“Kayla, rummmph!”
One of the brutes clamped a rag over her face, muffling her cries while another set of brutes scooped up her thrashing legs. She twisted in mid air as they lifted her up, but with four burly thugs manhandling her as such, she was unlikely to break free.
“Rmmphh mmmm grrrmmph!”
Kayla wanted nothing more than to rush in and help Sara, but she knew that if she did she’d just get nabbed too.
“Hang in there, Sara!” Kayla shouted, throwing open the stairwell door and dashing inside.
She raced down the winding staircase, her heels clanging loudly against the concrete steps. Her heart pounded in her chest as she descended further and further down as fast as she could. She didn’t waste any time looking behind her to see if she was being followed, her one goal was to just make it to the bottom and escape.
It was a long descent down, but finally, she reached the ground floor. She breathed a temporary sigh of relief, pausing for just a moment to catch her breath. Once she’d steadied herself, she pushed open the doors and burst out from the stairwell. She was about to pull out her phone and call for help, but there was just one problem with that.
“Hey, babe. Going somewhere?”
Kayla found herself face to face with another group of thugs, three of them in total, surrounding her on all sides.
“Oh for fucks sammph!”
She barely had any time to process what was happening before they grabbed her roughly by her arms and legs, lifting her off the ground. Kayla let out a muffled scream as they dragged her back into the stairwell, her body thrashing wildly in protest.
They pushed her against the concrete wall, one of the thugs holding a damp, sweet smelling rag over her face. The other two quickly bound her hands behind her back with rope, but by now she was hardly in need of restraint. Try as she might, her body was no match for the powers of chloroform. She could feel herself quickly succumbing to it, her entire body slowly going numb as her vision blurred.
“That’s it,” the thug behind her sneered, “go ahead and take a nice nap.”
“Mrmmmph…” Kayla moaned as her eyes rolled back, her head eventually slumping over as everything went dark.
. . . . .
“Mmmm…”
Kayla’s eyes slowly fluttered open. She was so disoriented it took her a minute to get her bearings and realize what had happened. She’d been drugged! By the time she realized this she also realized that she’d been tied up too.
Her arms were cinched tightly behind her back, her elbows pushed together as her chest was forced outward. Taking advantage of this, her attackers had looped more rope around her bust framing her breasts even more.
She was seated on the ground, her back up against a pillar. As more of her vision returned, she also realized that her legs had been tied as well. She flexed her toes, visible underneath her nylons given that she was now missing both of her shoes. Her ankles were crossed, and lots of rope was tied around her legs at various points.
“Mrmmph..”
Kayla was less than thrilled to find out that in order to make sure her thighs were cinched together, her dress had been hiked up. By now, most of it was bunched up around her hips, her black underwear peeking out from beneath her tights.
She was chewing on some kind of cloth, feeling a firm knot wedged in her mouth and forcing it open.
“Hmrm nmm mmph mmmmph.”
She grunted softly as she shifted around, the sound of her nylons against the carpet filled the empty space. She wondered where Sara was. She knew Sara was tough and could hold her own, but that didn’t stop her from worrying about her friend.
Fortunately she didn’t need to worry long. Off in the distance she could hear the sound of approaching footsteps. A group of thugs walked into view, one of them carried the bound form of Sara slung over their shoulder. She was tied up just like Kayla, with ample networks of rope all around her body.
As the thugs carrying Sara came closer, Kayla couldn't help but notice the way her dress was bunching up around her hips too, just barely revealing the outline of her underwear beneath her dark tights. Her stocking-clad feet dangled in the air, free of the shoes she was wearing. One of the thugs that followed along carried them in his hands, tossing them to the ground next to Kayla’s as they approached.
They carefully lowered her to the floor as her head slumped softly into the carpet. Her face was obscured by strands of brown hair but Kayla could just make out the outline of her knotted cleave gag, her lips pursed delicately around the sizable cotton mass.
Sara stirred, shifting her body as she stretched out her legs.
“Mrmmph…”
She moaned, blinking her eyes open as she looked around. She was still clearly disoriented, but as soon as she made eye contact with Kayla, she snapped awake, realizing what had happened to them both.
“Hmm phnrnnph,” Kayla’s words came out totally muffled, but that didn’t stop her from acknowledging Sara.
“Hmm hnmmn,” Sara responded, pushing herself up to a seated position.
The thugs stood menacingly over them. They looked like they were waiting for something…or someone. As the thugs continued to stand guard, Kayla glanced around, her eyes widening as she spotted a pair of high heeled feet approaching from off in the distance. Kayla could recognize those legs from a mile away…
“Well, well, well, just what do we have here?”
“Mrmmmph!”
Kayla stamped her sheer-clad feet into the carpet at the sign of her rival: Sasha Perkins. The councilwoman looked gorgeous as always, her short brown hair framed her face perfectly, her makeup looking flawless of course.
Sasha gracefully bent down, her legs adorned in sleek sheer tights, the fabric stretching over her toned legs. She met Kayla’s eye line, offering a sly smile as she stared her down menacingly.
“Fancy meeting you here.” Her voice was low and soft, but laced with venom all at once. She was the most formidable foe Kayla had met to date, and one that she was continuously finding herself bested by. Now Sara had been roped into the mix too.
“Nnphph mmph nph gn phnphhn!”
Kayla demanded to be released even though she knew Sasha wouldn’t let her go that easily. It was never easy when it came to Sasha.
Much to Kayla’s surprise, Sasha undid the gag in her mouth, letting the damp cloth fall into Kayla’s pantyhose-clad lap.
“Now then,” Sasha continued, “you were saying?”
“Just let us go. Please, you can have whatever kind of fun you want with me later, but I’m trying to have a nice day off with my friend here. Do you really have to do this right now?”
“Tsk tsk,” Sasha clicked, wagging a finger in Kayla’s face. “How is it that you still don’t understand that I’m the one who makes the rules, not you.”
Kayla rolled her eyes. This woman was something else!
“Speaking of which,” she said, “let’s go ahead and meet this little friend of yours.”
Standing back up, Sasha walked over to Sara and bent down in front of her, undoing her gag as well.
“And who might you be?”
Sara eyed Sasha with contempt.
“Piss off. I’m not interested in playing along with whatever this little game of yours is,” she said.
“My, my,” Sasha purred, “you’re just as bad as Kayla. It seems that she’s fond of keeping similar company. How cute.”
Sara and Kayla exchanged irritated looks with one another. Sara was getting a proper of taste of just what Kayla had to deal with on a regular basis, and from the look on her face she wasn’t too thrilled.
“What do you want, Sasha?” Kayla snapped at her rival.
“Do you even need to ask?” She responded.
Kayla groaned. “Are you serious? Is this about the story? How the hell does that have anything to do with you?”
“Seems like you’re still a few steps behind, dear. Since I have you here, I might as well spell it all out. Who do you think approves the grants that the Tower receives, hmm?”
It didn’t take long for it all to click in Kayla’s head. She couldn’t believe it! How had she not considered this as a possibility? Sasha had her hand in so many shady dealings throughout Hazeldale. Why did this not pop up on Kayla’s radar? She’d be kicking herself over this one for weeks…
“God, you’re the worst,” Kayla huffed. “And let me guess, you have some kind of vested financial interest in this tower then too, is that right?”
“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell, does she?”
“Oh, fuck off.” Kayla was fuming now. Sasha was such a headache, and Kayla could not believe that she and Sara had ended up in her clutches like this. Was it that hard to just have a nice day off with her friend from overseas!?
“Here, Sasha, we found this.”
One of the thugs stepped up, holding a small wallet in his hands. Grabbing it from him, Sasha opened it up, her face illuminating as she read the name on the passport inside.
“Sara Philips,” she said, “well isn’t that interesting. The infamous Carrington detective. It seems your reputation precedes you.”
“You say that like you’re not the reason why,” Sara responded dryly.
“Oh, no, you have it all mixed up I’m afraid. You should be blaming Kayla for all of this, not me. I’m merely protecting my assets, it’s all just business. Your friend has quite the nasty habit of getting in my way so I’m forced to remind her just who’s in charge around here.”
“Ah,” Sara remarked, “I’m familiar with your type. You don’t spend years as a girl detective without encountering your fair share of seedy individuals. I have to admit, you’re a perfect cliché if there ever was one. I can’t wait to tell Rachel all about you. She’s going to get a kick out of this. Maybe even use it for her book, who knows?”
In remarkable fashion, Sasha’s confident smirk turned into a frown as she glared at Sara, the snoop’s witty remarks clearly getting under her skin. She recovered quickly though. After all, she was no stranger to sparring with bratty snoops.
“Not only does your reputation for peril precede you, but so does that mouth of yours. No matter, a little time alone up here will do the both of you some good. The only question is how to tie you both up. Any suggestions?”
“Please, in your dreams,” Kayla scoffed.
Sasha snapped her fingers and in response one of the thugs rushed over and handed her a small device. Kayla couldn’t quite tell what it was, but from the looks of it she guessed it was some kind of handheld recording device.
“Let’s just have a listen, shall we?”
Sasha hit play and to Kayla and Sara’s horrors, their conversation from earlier was played back to them:
“Speaking of which, and pardon me, but I just have to ask. Do you have a least favorite way of being…”
“Hogties, sorry, I kind of cut you off there. I assume that’s what you were getting at so I just went for it.”
“Jesus, Sasha, are you for real right now?” Kayla was beyond exasperated now. Truly, nothing was sacred.
“Look at you, always staying one step ahead. But yeah, you totally read my mind.”
“What can I say, call it my snooping intuition. How about you?”
“Well, call me crazy, but I’d take a hogtie over a standing or upright tie any day of the week. Better to be able to at least rest on the floor than have to stand or kneel for hours on end.”
“Ah, yeah I suppose that makes sense.”
“And don’t even get me started on gags! Just last week I had this horrendously massive ball gag stuffed in my mouth.”
“Ugh, I hate those too.”
“I’ll take a sock gag over that every time.”
“Okay, we get the point, you can turn it off now,” Kayla groaned.
But Sasha ignored her and the recording went on.
“How about a shoe?”
“A shoe?”
“Jesus, and I thought I had it bad!”
“Seems like as the years pass by, the more creative these creeps are getting. Cripes, what ever happened to a good old fashioned cleave gag?”
“Right?! And don’t get me started on pantyhose hoods…”
Sasha finally pressed the stop button, a wide grin stretched across her face.
“Seems like you both have done my work for me.”
Kayla opened her mouth to protest, but Sasha quickly cut her off.
“Ah, ah, ah, not another word, Kayla Grace! The time for talk is over. You had your chance to offer suggestions, but once again you’ve forced my hand. Oh well, maybe one day you’ll learn.”
Sasha stood up, and snapped her fingers. Kayla took one last look at Sara as the two damsels swapped worried looks before the crowd of goons descended upon them.
. . . . .
“Sasha, we’re all finished!”
The lead thug called out to her like a proud child showing off the Lego set he had just built. In this case, it was a pair of very well trussed up snoops.
“Mrmmmph mmmmph.”
“Hmmnm nmmm rrmmph.”
Taking their conversation into account, the thugs had placed the girls in exactly the kinds of predicaments they had expressed distaste in. Sara was rocking back and forth in a strict hogtie on the floor, her tights-clad feet pointed up at the ceiling as she wiggled her bound hands and her feet, arching her toes as they flexed inside her nylons.
The goon squad had brought plenty of materials to keep the girls both bound and gagged,meaning their cloth gags had been generously swapped for mouth filling ball gags.
“Lrmmrmmph,” Sara moaned into the bright red ball of rubber stuck between her teeth, a line of drool running down from the corner of her mouth.
Kayla teetered above her, bound tightly in a standing position with both of her legs straddling Sara’s bound form. Kayla’s legs were pushing into Sara’s shoulders, with rope tied around her ankles and connected to Sara’s body so that they were stuck like this.
Kayla’s body was bent over in a halfway fold, her arms stretching up behind her back and connected to a beam in the ceiling. She could do nothing but look straight down, Sara’s entire body within view. Her dress was still all bunched up, the tops of her tights were even visible now thanks to all of her struggling. That didn’t seem to stop her though.
“Nnphph mmnnph phnmmph.” She bounced around, her shoulders rubbing against Kayla’s nylons as she wriggled in her restraints.
Sasha, who had taken a backseat while her goons did all the heavy lifting, walked into view once more, taking in the beauty of her two fully bound captives.
“Wonderful,” she said, licking her lips in a taunting fashion. “Now, let me go ahead and add the finishing touches.”
“Fnnnphhnng phnnchmph?” Kayla sputtered, the massive ball gag rendering her totally speechless.
She looked up as her would be question was soon answered thanks to the items in Sasha’s hands. She was holding a handful of pantyhose in one, and Sara’s shoes in the other.
“Nnnph mnn nnrmmph.” Kayla roared through her ball gag, voicing her displeasure even though she knew it was pointless.
Sasha approached her first, taking a pair of pantyhose and stretching it out. Grabbing Kayla’s glasses, she gently pulled them away from her face but then carelessly tossed them aside.
“Phrmmph mmrmph!” Kayla moaned with indignation. She was going through about as many glasses as she was pantyhose! Thank god the Tribune set her up with really nice insurance…
Taking the pantyhose Sasha rolled it down over Kayla's head with practiced precision. They were smooth and cool against her skin. She could feel them stretching and tightening as they covered her face, the silky material obscuring her vision as it pressed against her eyelids.
"There you go," Sasha crooned, reaching and caressing Kayla’s nylon-clad face. "How’s that feel?”
“Mrmmmph,” Kayla angrily tutted back.
Sasha smiled, clearly not bothered by her displeasure. Bending down, she took another pair of pantyhose and did the same to Sara. Kayla stood over them both watching as Sasha slid the pantyhose up and over Sara's head. She was much less cooperative than Kayla was, fighting against Sasha as she stretched the silky fabric over her head.
“Mnnfmm gnph phnmm nmrfm, mnn hnnmm phhnph!”
“Mrmmmph frrmmph.” She writhed in her restraints, her body rubbing against Kayla's nylons as she fought against her bonds.
Just when Kayla thought it was over, Sasha picked up Sara’s cute Mary Janes and waved them around.
“I recall one of you mentioning something about shoes, do I have that right?”
“Mrrmmmmmmph!”
Sara and Kayla’s muffled protests did little to dissuade Sasha from her devious plans. Starting with Sara she bent down and pushed one of the shoes into her face, pressing the insole up against her nose.
"Phhnph nph nnphrngmnnph!"
Sasha paid no mind to Sara's angry clamoring as she fixed the shoe to her face with a few lengths of pantyhose. Standing up she took the other one and without warning, shoved it right into Kayla's face next.
"Wrmmmph."
Kayla's head was pushed back slightly as Sasha roughly clamped the shoe down, smooshing it up against her nose. Kayla adored Sara, but she did not adore having to inhale her shoe like this. Sara had been wearing these all day, and well…they sure didn’t smell good by any stretch of the means.
“Hmmrmm mmmnmph.”
Kayla imagined the two of them looked ridiculous all tied up like this with shoes plastered over their nylon covered faces. Meanwhile, Sasha loomed over her two captives wearing a satisfied smirk now that her work was finally done.
“That about does it. How are we feeling, ladies? I’m sure those shoes smell just delightful!”
“Nnnnph rmnmmmph!"
“Well, now that we’re all wrapped up here I believe it’s time for me to make my exit. It was a pleasure meeting you, Sara Philips. I’d be honored to do this again sometime.”
“Gn phn hmmm mnn pphmchn hnphch!”
Sara’s cursing came out as nothing more than muffled grunts behind the many layers now covering her face. She hadn't even been in the States that long and this was already the second time having a shoe stuck to her face like this. She was thankful it was her own shoe this time.
“And as for you, Kayla Grace…”
Kayla looked up as best as she could, her eyes just barely able to see around Sara’s shoe, not to mention the thick pantyhose she had to peer though on top of that! Sasha was treating Kayla to one of her signature grins, nothing but mischief and malice behind those rich brown eyes of hers.
“I’m already looking forward to our next meeting. I'll see you then.”
“Fnnnnch mnnnnph!”
“I’m sure the cleaning crew will find you two in the morning. Until then, have fun, darlings!”
Sasha snapped her fingers one last time, headed out as her squad of goons followed close behind. Sara and Kayla were left all alone now, the only sounds left were that of their desperate struggles to get free.
Talk about a memorable trip to the Skyview Tower…