Not quite a Honeymoon 10
Isabelle watched as Alinda freed Mathilda from her bonds, but left her gagged and blindfolded and also did not allow her to touch the tape encircling her head. Adele, who had been standing beside Isabelle, occasionally brushing over her hair or reaching for her breast, now ordered:
»Mathilda, your new friend Isabelle`s right here! Unlike you, she`s still restrained and wants you to help her!«
»Mhm?«
The petite girl was still on all fours, trying to locate the voice of the blonde. Alinda grabbed her arm surprisingly gentle. She made Mathilda crawl over to Isabelle and led her hand towards the other`s foot. She made the reluctant girl close her hand around it and said:
»It`s nothing bad, just a foot! A bit sweaty maybe, but still, just a girl`s foot! Now, if you feel a little further up«, she led Mathilda`s hand to Isabelle`s ankle, »there is a leather strap. It`s one of quite a few that render your new friend helpless. In addition, she`s quite uncomfortable!«
As on keyword, Adele pulled on Isabelle`s crotch rope and the girl, taken by surprise, screamed through her gag, causing Mathilda to mew, too. Alinda brushed over her head and said:
»You see – or rather hear –, she`s really waiting for you to free her!«
She let Mathilda`s hand go and, after a few seconds of hesitation, she began to work on the buckle of the strap that tied Isabelle`s foot to the rod. With her thigh still fixed, this didn`t allow Isabelle much movement, but she felt relieved nevertheless. Of course, it would be embarrassing for Mathilda to feel her way along her bonds and sure, this was only a short break before new perfidies would come, but now, she would be able to ease the pain in her legs!
Painstakingly slowly, the blindfolded girl felt along Isabelle`s sweat-clad leg, until she had reached her thigh and the second belt. Then, one of her legs was free. Isabelle tried to bend it – and screamed through her gag as waves of pain shot through her cramped muscles. Mathilda gasped and shied back, landing on her butt. Adele and Alinda watched with amusement as the redhead tried to find a position that was tolerable. To take weight of her leg, Isabelle had to pull her body upwards, which had consequences on the agonizing rope between her legs. She finally managed to position her leg, her chest heaving from the effort. Tears of exhaustion ran over her cheeks, mixing with her sweat.
Mathilda was ordered to continue her work and she managed to unbuckle her other leg, too. This time, Isabelle was prepared for the pain and bit down hard on the panties stuffing her mouth as she bend her leg. It was still a straining procedure, but her other leg had recovered enough she finally managed to get into a kneeling position that also brought a little slack to her crotch rope and allowed her to take some weight from her stretched arms. Now, the returning circulation sent puckering waves of pain through her womb, but though she was panting heavily, Isabelle managed not to wail.
Now, Mathilda had to kneel beside her, so close that her small, but pert breasts touched Isabelle`s armpit, and to remove the belt tied around her elbows. This was quite an easy task, even when blindfolded, and a relief for Isabelle. However, when she rose her head for the first time in hours, her aching neck thanked her with another wave of pain.
»Just one more belt, Mathilda! Follow the rope!«
Alinda led one of the girl`s hands to the vertical rope that held her hands up and then went down to disappear between her legs. Mathilda felt the belt and Isabelle`s buttocks, gasped shortly and then followed the belt to the buckle. Here, the crotch rope was fixed and to open the buckle, she had to undo the rope first. Isabelle could not help mewing as Mathilda tugged on the rope in the process. Then, as the final knot came off, gravity caused Isabelle to collapse. The rope rushed through her soft flesh as her arms came down and she landed on the floor with a groan of both relief and pain.
Lying on her back, panting and unable to move, Isabelle let Mathilda unbuckle the belt around her waist. It had been so tight that now, a red circle showed where it had been. Alinda used a knife to free her hands and then, she removed Mathilda`s blindfold. Now, both girls were free except for their gags. The brunette blinked and looked from her captors she knew to the redheaded co-captive she now saw for the first time. With horrified fascination, she looked at the red line around the other`s waist. From it, a vertical line led between her legs, indicating where the crotch rope had been.
»Mathilda, you naughty girl, where are you looking at! On the other hand, Isabelle sure doesn`t mind! If she had wished to hide something, she wouldn`t have shaved completely!«
Both girls blushed heavily and Isabelle covered her pubic mound with her hand whilst Mathilda lowered her head. Adele laughed and then turned towards Alinda:
»Can you handle our guests alone? I have to go!«
»Sure, Adele!«
She let the two girls see the gun in her belt. Then, she took a pair of handcuffs and tied Mathilda`s left ankle to Isabelle`s right. When she had done so, Adele left the room and Alinda said:
»As Adele said, we have no intention to kill you, and as long as you behave, we also won`t hurt you. But, as you may have noticed, we have no issues in hurting you if necessary. Did you get me?«
Since she obviously was waiting for an answer, both Isabelle and Mathilda nodded. Alinda now reached for a riding crop and let it swish through the air. Mathilda mewed, but Isabelle looked at her motionless. The brunette ordered.
»Now, Ladies, it`s bathroom time! On your feet!«
It took a little coordination to follow that order with their ankles tied to each other and in addition, both girls had wobbly legs from their previous predicament, but after some staggering, they stood side by side. Alinda opened the door and made them walk in front of her, directing them along the corridor into a bathroom that looked surprisingly nice for being located in the cellar. Alinda drew the gun and sat down on the only stool, beside the door.
»Help yourself!«, she said, pointing at the toilet. Both naked girls shook their heads and she shrugged.
»Well then, get into the bathtub!«
Usually, this would have been an easy task, but with their tied ankles, they had to help each other and both knew exactly where Alinda was looking as they had to part their legs to get over the wall.
The tub had a curtain, but obviously, Alinda had no intention of closing it. Instead, she ordered them to turn on the water of the shower ahead of them. Both gasped when a gush of cold water hit their sweaty bodies, but then, warm water came. The girls showered and except for Alinda`s prying eyes, it felt almost good to do so.
Alinda then handed a bottle with a combination of shampoo and showering gel to Isabelle. Almost apologetically, she said:
»This house belonged to Kenneth Pearce and obviously, he not so often brought female guests here. So, this is all I could find. At least, it smells neutral!«
Having to use the shampoo and shower gel combination was not the real inconvenience, however. Alinda sat back on her observation post and watched as Isabelle and Mathilda now soaped their hair and bodies. After a while, she took out her phone and ordered:
»Isabelle! Put your hands on your head and spread your legs! Stand front to me!«
She made her voice sound sharp and rose from her chair. The riding crop swished through the air and she shouted, trying to sound like a Nazi warden:
»Stand straight, Fräulein! Chest out!«
Isabelle, her nude body glistering and covered with soap, obeyed, trying to show no emotion to her captor. Alinda lost interest in bossing her around, put away the crop and reached for her phone.
»Mathilda, you will now soap Isabelle´s boobies – as long as the song goes!«
»Mhhmmph! Nnnggg!«
The brunette shook her head and protested through her gag. Alinda frowned and reached for the crop and Isabelle slightly shook her head, trying to signal to Mathilda that now wasn`t the moment to be defiant and that she would both not die from fulfilling the embarrassing order.
»Uuhmmph! Mph!«
As Alinda approached with the crop raised, Mathilda took the bottle and poured some gel into her palm. Satisfied, Alinda put the crop under her arm and raised the phone. A second later, there was a slow melody that sounded as if it came from an 80ies porn movie. Oppressing a sigh, Isabelle slightly nodded towards Mathilda.
The girl partially stepped behind her and reached around her upper body, so she could cup her breasts, kneading and fondling them as she soaped them as Alinda had ordered. Isabelle saw that she was still holding the phone; obviously, she was filming the scene. She closed her eyes in self-denial.
The tune seemed to be endless, but finally, it ended and Mathilda withdrew. A pink rash on her cheeks and even her neck and cleavage showed how embarrassed she felt. However, Alinda had one last humiliation in store for Isabelle. Mathilda had to rinse her boobs with cold water to remove the soap and whilst she did so, Alinda stepped closer and zoomed on her nipples that hardened in the cold.
»Now, let me see if you need some cleaning – further down!«
Alinda bent forward and Isabelle felt her warm breath on her pubic mound as her face was so close to her pussy that her nose almost touched it. It was now or never!
Isabelle`s »Kiiiyaa!« was stifled by her gag, but she slammed the edges of both her hands on Alinda´s exposed neck. The brunette let out a croak and stiffened whilst her face hit Isabelle`s pubic mound. For an entire second, she remained in that position; then, she collapsed and the phone landed on the floor as she sank down.
»Mhhmm! Mph!«
Isabelle pulled on Mathilda`s arm. Her co-captive stared at the now unconscious Alinda, but a pull on her arm made her move. She reached for her gag, but with a grunt, Isabelle shook her head and pointed at the stool where Alinda`s gun was lying.
They climbed out of the bathtub and over Alinda`s body and Isabelle locked the bathroom door before she grabbed the gun.
»Mhhmmph! Uuhmm!«
She pointed at Alinda and with her left, she made a gesture that signalled Mathilda that she should look for the keys of the handcuffs.
»Mph!«
Mathilda nodded and a bit reluctant, she felt inside Alinda`s pockets until she had discovered the small key. Isabelle meanwhile held the gun ready, in case Alinda recovered.
They freed their legs and Isabelle quickly cuffed Alinda`s wrists behind her back. Then, she sat down on the stool and took the gun again.
»Mhhmm? Uuhhmph?«
Mathilda pointed at her gag and Isabelle nodded. She would have to wait a little longer, until Mathilda could take the gun from her. She definitely didn`t want to risk that Alinda yelled for help!
With trembling fingers, Mathilda unwound the tape from her lips and then tried to yank a thin cleave from between her lips, but it was too tightly applied. With an angry grunt, she picked on the knots until she could loosen the scarf. Then, she worked a sodden white wad from her mouth and coughed. With widened eyes, she stared on the gag and croaked:
»P-panties! How- how- Bluuargh!«
She wiped over her lips and even her tongue with an almost theatrical gesture.
»The first time`s always the worst!«, Isabelle thought and had to oppress a giggle. Then, she recognized that the panties were one of her own and she blushed. With a grunt, she handed the gun to Mathilda and removed her own gag. Lots of experience or not, it was a relief to get Adele`s used panties and hose out of her mouth!
»Now!«, she panted, »for that!«, pant, »bitch!«
She pointed at Alinda whose trembling lids indicated that she was about to wake up.
***
Lalita gulped when the fifth number on the bomb`s display turned to »Zero«. The final hour – her final hour! – had begun.
She could no longer feel panic; Lalita was completely exhausted. For more than three hours, she now was forced to sit on the chair, tightly bound and barely able to move. She had stopped sweating and now, she felt just dehydrated and tired, despite her fear. Her head had sunk on her chest and her whole mouth felt parched, for the gag had soaked off all her saliva. The only thing that kept her awake was her hope that Mike would come back and the now desperate urge to pee.
»He will come! Just in time, like in these fucking movies he and Ravi always watched, but he will come!«
The reason Lalita clung to that hope was not only her wish to live; about one hour ago, she had perhaps given away her chance to get out of the whole ordeal.
There had been steps on the corridor outside the apartment and Lalita had also heard a female voice. The door of Mathilda`s apartment was quite thin and Lalita was sure that if she had tried to make noise with all her might, the woman outside would have heard her and perhaps gotten to the right conclusions. Lalita had breathed in to yell through the panties in her mouth with all her might – but then, she hadn`t done so.
Her entire knowledge about bombs came from movies and in a few of these, explosions had been caused because someone not knowing about the bomb had stumbled inside the room or randomly pulled some wires. Of course, there was a great chance that the woman would have alerted the Police who would have sent an expert. But yet, Lalita hadn`t screamed.
Perhaps, she would have been save, but there was still Isabelle. Would the Police be able to save her, or would Amy observe the apartment and kill her once she saw that Lalita had been found? However, what had finally caused her to silently wait until the unknown neighbour had gone had been Mike himself.
When he had tied her up, he had not done so with joy, though he had done a good job in rendering her helpless. However, he hadn`t seemed devastated either. He was forced to do terrible things to innocent (at least, that was what Lalita thought) women whilst he had to fear for the life of the woman he loved and also had to risk hers. And yet, he had not seemed as if he had completely given in.
In addition, she had seen how he had overpowered and then trussed up Mathilda. He had not only been calm, but – experienced. As if this was part of his business.
»Obviously, his ominous job for ›the Government‹ has not just been paperwork!«
So, she had an indistinct feeling that Mike was the right person to handle such a situation – including saving her before the clock ran out. Lalita just hoped that she would not die because she had stuck to an unrealistic image of him.
***
At about the same time, Mike had finished arranging Julie for the video. He had placed the still unconscious woman on her couch and then had chosen a grey business jacket that looked as if it was a bit too tight for the buxom Black. He had put it on her and then closed the two buttons below her breasts. As he had hoped, the material stretched and comprised her belly a bit, emphasizing her boobs and hips.
Mike took care that her breasts were not covered by the gaping jacket and then took three cable binders from his backpack. The jacket´s sleeves allowed him to pull the zip ties tight around her wrists and above and below her elbows. As a side effect, she now had to thrust out her 36D boobs, making them look even bigger.
Mike sat her in the middle of the couch and then cut two lengths of rope, each some two yards long. He tied one to Julie`s left ankle and then pulled her leg as close to the couch`s left front foot as possible before tying it off. The unconscious woman had sunk to her side and Mike sat her up again. Then, he rummaged through his backpack and found a white leather collar he buckled around Julie`s neck, snug but not tight. The collar was equipped with an eyelet through which he now threaded a longer piece of rope. When he had tied the ends to the couch`s rear feet, Julie had to sit upright and could not rise from the couch again.
He dropped the idea of tying her right ankle to the couch`s other foot and instead bent her leg and tied her foot to her thigh. Then, he went for a thin cord, tied it around Julie`s right big toe and then fixed it to the couch`s foot. Now, she had to sit upright and left nothing to imagination whilst the strict business jacket contrasted with her otherwise nude body.
»Just for two last things!«
Mike fetched one of Julie`s colourful scarves and stepped behind her. Then, he gathered her hair and tied the scarf as a headband over her black curls and knotted it at the back of her head. Now, her hair was out of her face, but her curls still looked full and long. As a finishing touch, he placed the glasses on her nose.
»The naughty businesswoman, take 1«, he thought grimly as he arranged the camera. Now, all he had to do was to gag Julie – and do the other stuff Amy had told him to do.
Mike checked his watch: he still had one hour and seven minutes. And suddenly, he had to think of Winston Churchill.
Despite his racism and other flaws, Mike had always considered the late Prime Minister a great man, and undoubtedly, Churchill had created tons of quotable sayings and puns. One sentence that now came to Mike`s mind was:
»If you are going through hell – keep going!«
Well, Isabelle was in the clutches of Amy and her accomplices, Lalita would die if he didn`t make it in time and he had to do the dirty work for Amazing Amy. If it wasn`t hell, it was a good copy!
Mike untied the cloth from Julie`s mouth and nose, allowing her to breathe freely. It would take her a while to wake up and he used it to prepare a few last things. Then, he took another small bottle. It was a strong smelling salt he now placed under Julie`s nose.
He had no idea whether she had noticed it had been him who had chloroformed her. He had been behind her and she had perhaps reflexively squeezed her eyes when trying to yell through the cloth, but on the other hand, he had been the only other person in the apartment. He had nevertheless considered leaving whilst she still was unconscious; Amy`s orders didn`t forbid that. However, Mike was now determined to play to win and to reach that goal, he needed some answers.
Julie sneezed and her eyelids fluttered. Then, her eyes widened and she stared at him. Mike was prepared to clamp her mouth shut, but she just croaked:
»Wha-what?«
With increasing panic, she explored her bondage; then, she obviously recognized she was naked except for the jacket. Julie panted heavily and her lips opened, but she managed to oppress her scream. Instead, she just breathed:
»I trusted you!«
She sounded both resigned and bitter and Mike answered with a bitter smile.
»Until this morning, you had all reason to do so! But as you very well know, we are living in a changing world!«
Julie stared at him and he added:
»Besides, you didn`t trust me enough to tell me the full truth!«
He paused and waited for her reaction. Julie seemed a little insecure and he asked:
»Who is behind all this? This is way to elaborate to not be a personal vendetta – and despite you told me otherwise, you know who hates you so much!«
Now, Julie`s face showed an expression of anger and she hissed:
»If you don`t know who has paid you your 30 silver coins – fuck off!«
Mike reached into his pocket and produced a white piece of cloth. He allowed Julie to recognize it as a pair of panties, Isabelle`s panties, before he balled them up.
»You think I am doing that for some dirty money?«
As she opened her mouth, he pressed the panties over her lips. The Black fumed and he could see her nostrils cringe as she noticed the panties had been worn before. With a diabolic smile he had trained in front of the mirror regularly, he reached into the back pocket of his jeans.
»I am doing it for the fun, of course!«
At Julie´s bathroom, he had picked her electric toothbrush and now, whilst increasing the pressure on her mouth, he held its oscillating head against her sole. Julie twitched and sent a high-pitched gasp through her gag.
Mike pressed her head into the upholstered backrest of the couch to stifle her screams as he continued to brush along her soles and between her toes. Julie squirmed and pulled on her bonds. She screamed into the wadded panties, accompanied by helpless muffled giggling. Only when she wheezed, Mike withdrew and allowed her to breathe. Julie panted, her ample and now sweat-clad breasts heaving.
»Who is behind all this? We can do this all day!«
Given the fact he had less than an hour, this was a blatant lie, but he hoped that Julie would consider him convincing and threatening. She spat at him and hissed:
»Fuck you, youuhhmph!«
He silenced her again with the panties. This time, he pushed the toothbrush under her breasts and into her jacket and then massaged her right armpit until she wailed and spasmed and was about to faint.
»Who is behind this?«
»Bastard!«
Mike raised the panties and the buzzing toothbrush and moved slowly forward to let her increasing panic do the work for him. As the panties touched her lips and the toothbrush`s head was only millimetres away from her sole, she spat:
»A-Adele!«
»Adele, Adele, that doesn`t ring a bell!«, Mike rhymed badly. He tipped against her sole with the brush and Julie twitched and hissed. Then, she gulped and looked at him – with an expression of hatred, shame and defeat.
»O-Okay! I will tell you!«
Mike switched out the toothbrush and listened to Julie`s confession. It didn`t take long and since she seemed almost relieved to get it from her soul, Mike had not to encourage or interrupt her. When she was finished, Mike nodded.
»Now, a few things make a little more sense! Unfortunately, for the moment, I am still forced to play Amy`s game – or rather Adele`s!«
Julie stared at him with disbelief. Then, she opened her mouth to scream, but Mike stuffed Isabelle´s panties deep into her throat. Julie groaned and Mike felt how she tried to bite him, but the compressed cotton protected his teeth. Forcing her to keep the gag in her mouth, Mike reached for his pocket with his free hand and worked two of Mathilda`s tiny thongs into her oral cavity, puffing both her cheeks. Then, he grabbed the toothbrush again and held it to the groaning and squirming woman`s eyes.
»Now, if you don`t want to test how long it takes to faint from gagged laughing, you do as I say!«
The gag choked a few curses, but as he started pushing the toothbrush against her armpit again, she gave up. Mike made her bite and chew on her gag until she could close her lips. Then, he sealed them with several strips of a very strong and adhesive transparent tape.
»So, Jolie Julie! If you think you are hating me now, wait for what I have to do next! But remember one thing: I am not a friend of Adele! And once I can do things my own way again, she will wish she hadn`t chosen me to become her enemy!«
He went to the tablet and adjusted the focus of the camera. On the small display, the transparent tape was almost invisible; a viewer who was distracted by Julie`s assets would perhaps think she wasn`t gagged at all. Of her bonds, only the rope tying her right ankle to her thigh was clearly visible.
Mike took the tape roll and then, he produced the last item from his backpack: a huge bright pink vibrator with lots of soft nubs on it. Julie squirmed in her bonds and protested through her tight gag as he approached her, but Mike showed it under her. She now was literally riding the contraption and a curved part the size of a finger touched her clit. Using the transparent tape, he fixed the vibrator to the couch. Julie mewed and he could see that she had stopped squirming, for she didn`t want to rub over the nubby stick with her soft flesh.
»Nnhhmmm! Nnnnggg!«
Julie`s protests became more vocal and energetic as he took her toothbrush again. He placed it under her sole, taking care that the brush pointed upwards. Julie distorted her leg to keep her foot a few inches above the seat and Mike fixed the toothbrush in place with more tape. Then, he switched on both the brush and the vibrator. Julie reared up. Then, she twitched and let out a high-pitched squeal: her sole had touched the oscillating brush whilst she had tried to avoid the vibrator.
It was a perfidious arrangement: if Julie lifted her leg to not touch the toothbrush, she pressed harder against the buzzing vibrator. Sooner or later, she would lower her foot, either by exhaustion or by distraction and then, the game would start again.
»Now, you can hate me! But keep some of that hate for Adele!«
Avoiding to look at Julie again, he went to the tablet and pressed on »Rec« before he left the apartment. Still in the staircase, he lit a cigarette and inhaled greedily.
»God almighty!«
Mike knew that what he had just committed was torture and though he could tell himself that the end justified the means, it didn`t mean that it didn`t matter to him.
He checked his watch. 29 minutes to go! It had taken him longer than he had thought to arrange Julie and even if he got a taxi right now, he would not make it in time.
»Okay, the end justifies the means!«, he thought and reached into his pocket whilst he walked towards a group of young men standing by their bikes. One of them had already mounted his machine and was about to start it when Mike approached.
»Oi, do you like ›Terminator 2‹?«
»Eh?«
The man, almost still a boy, looked at him as if Mike had come from another planet. His friends also seemed uncertain whether Mike was a potential threat or just a harmless idiot.
»Do you like ›Terminator 2‹?«, Mike repeated with a smile that he hoped would not make him look like a lunatic.
Now, the guy grinned a bit wryly.
»Well, of course I do!«
Mike`s grin became even broader.
»Good! Because then, you know what will happen now!«
He quickly reached forward, grabbed the man under his armpits and with a swift move, he pulled him from his bike and pushed him against his friends. He heard their cursing and the rattling as one of their bikes tipped over, but he just jumped onto the seat, turned the key and started the bike. Before he rode off, he took the envelope he had in his belt and threw it over his shoulder.
»Sorry, it`s an emergency!«
He started, leaving a cloud of exhaust fumes and a group of angry and puzzled bikers behind. The one Mike had assaulted ran a few steps onto the street, shaking his fists and shouting obscenities after the man who had just stolen his bike. Another one was about to call the Police when a third member of the group stopped him.
»Ey, Finn, look!«
He held the envelope in his hand Mike had thrown at them. It was the emergency money Mike had sewn in his jacket`s inner lining; 5000 Pound in cash – definitely more than the bike was worth.
»Holy fuck! I mean – holy fuck!«
Finn was still puzzled by what had happened and perhaps, this excused his limited vocabulary. He looked at his friends and said:
»Fuck, I need a drink!«
Then, with a look at the bundle of bank notes, he suddenly grinned and added:
»First round`s on me!«
***
Mike had lowered the speed a bit once he had left the street. He had added robbery to his list of crimes and in addition, he was driving without a helmet. So, he didn`t want to also kill some passers-by.
When in the taxi, he had checked the possible ways between Julie`s and Mathilda`s apartment. The by far shortest was a narrow path for pedestrians, but even if he had jogged the whole distance, it would have taken him too long to get to Lalita.
Now, however, he could use that way and though he had to slalom around women with strollers, joggers and old people, he was quite fast, even though he had to drive up some stairs.
He left the bike at a corner some 200 yards away from his goal; if the owner of the bike had called the Police, they would perhaps find it, even more if some enraged pedestrians complained about the idiot that had just ridden on a pathway with a motorbike.
He forced himself not to walk fast as he approached the building and when he checked his watch, he grinned:
»Six minutes to go! I should have another cigarette!«
However, he went up to the apartment and entered it without pausing.
»You have ordered a bomb defuser, Miss?«
Lalita mmphed and stared at him with eyes like saucers. He saw how Amy had left the bomb: between Lalita`s thighs, after she had pulled the girl`s panties to her knees. Mike took the pack of dynamite sticks, lifted it and then pressed two buttons on the display. The countdown stopped at 4 minutes and 37 seconds.
»Mhhmmm!«
Mike, the bomb still in his hands, grinned at the naked girl.
»I know, you might have expected me to utter things like ›usually, it`s always the red wire!‹, but in this case, all I had to do was-«
Lalita let out a fluttering breath and then, she shuddered. A moment later, Mike could see that she had lost control over her bladder.
»The Bengal Tigress, beautiful gracious and dangerous, but not fully potty trained!«
He took the girl who was sobbing from both relief and embarrassment in his arms and caressed her hair whilst he began to wind the tape from her mouth. Two minutes later, he had fully freed her and carried the girl to the bed. Lalita had regained enough strength to pull up her panties and to press a pillow against her breasts. Mike found a glass, filled it with water and sat beside her, letting her drink.
»Cheer up, Lolly! Ravi will sure forgive me I saw you naked, after I saved your life!«
Lalita blushed, but at the same time, there was a slight smile on her lips. Mike kissed her forehead.
»Consider the lovely sight my reward!«
She boxed his arm, but dropped the pillow in the progress. This made her laugh, hysterically, but it seemed to take some of the tension from her. Mike held her in his arms and after a while, she asked:
»Have you – have you been at Julie?«
Mike nodded. He had sent a screenshot from the tablet to Amy, as a proof that he had fulfilled his part of the deal.
»Please, don`t ask for details now, Lolly. At least, I now have a bit of an idea where Belle is kept!«
»Really?«
Mike could have kissed Lalita for the enthusiasm and joy she showed. With a grim smile, he added:
»It`s not that clear, but once I am sure, I will spend these bitches a visit! And now, I have a functional bomb! Ho! Ho! Ho!«
***