Devious Diamonds 8

Being ticklish could be called Salome’s Achilles heel – in fact, she was quite ticklish at her Achilles heel. However, as a tall, athletic woman, she also had some self-control – except when it came to the spot located between her big toe and her second toe. And right here, the electric toothbrush now had begun to oscillate, shooting electric impulses through her foot and up her leg.

Salome wriggled her foot, her legs trembled and soon, the whole girl was writhing and spasming, sending muffled laughter and high-pitched squeals through her gag. She hardly noticed how her face rubbed over Eileen’s pubic area, or how Kiki was swaying and juggling on her back, the whole world seemed dominated by the tickling sensation between her toes.

Eileen had seen it coming, and she had tried to prepare herself for it, but the double attack was too much for her. It wasn’t just Salome, screaming into her lap and thus sending vibrations through her loins, not her nose and gagged mouth brushing over her soft flesh – there was also Kiki’s squirming, and since her arms were tied o her big toes, the dangling ends of the pantyhose brushed over her soles that were as sensitive as Salome’s. Eileen squirmed in her deckchair, knowing how this forced her to rub her womb against Salome’s face, and yet unable to keep herself under control.

Kiki wasn’t ticklish, but she was almost unable to control her movements. Salome, on whom she was sitting, moved like a rubber raft in a storm, and since the rope hogtying the Black ran between Kiki’s splayed legs, the ropes rubbed continuously over her labia, feeling more than irritating. It was a rough massage, and it just missed the right spot-

Kiki shook her head. Had she just thought in categories like »right spot«? She had known before about her kinky side, and the last 24 hours had allowed her to live it, but now, being on the receiving end also seemed more than exciting.

A few yards away from the writhing and mewing trio, Angela was lying on her back, sleeping soundly. With the narcotic-soaked cloth still tied over her mouth and nose, she would stay unconscious for some time, and so, she was unaware of the commotion next to her. Or was she? Maybe, she was just captured in a sweet dream, for she slightly writhed in her sleep, and her hips moved, causing some friction from the ropes tied between her legs.

***

Once they had reached the concrete path and were approaching the hotel, Gad and Valentina didn’t look suspicious, even though they now could see some people heading for an early breakfast or a trip in the area. Anyone seeing the man pulling a big suitcase would have suspected that he was for an early checkout, and the pretty blonde beside him looked a bit as if she had had a rough night, but in her daringly short dress, nobody looked down to notice she was wearing no shoes.

In fact, the borrowed dress was the only cloth item she was wearing right now, and it barely covered her butt, forcing her to take small steps as she followed Gad to the parking lot. She knew that he had the advantage of having the diamonds and a gun, but there were other people within shouting distance, and as long as this was the case, he could do little to double-cross her.

»I hope I won’t get blamed for taking the hotel’s bathrobes to upholster the suitcase!«, Gad joked as he heaved the bulky luggage into the trunk. Then, as he had closed the lid, he turned towards Valentina and pulled her closer, so they looked like a couple in love.

»Now, for the diamonds!«

She had detected the box in his gun holster, and she took it, not stopped by Gad. Then, she opened the box, and her jaw dropped: it was empty!

»Where have you got them?«

»What do I get if I tell you?«, he replied with a grin. His left was still resting at the small of her back, but his right was now wandering up her spine, to the zipper of her dress. Valentina wasn’t appalled by the idea, but she insisted that this was a business affair, first and foremost.

»Once I have them, we can speak of any – reward you may deserve!«

Gad’s hand at her neck caressed her nape and played with her hair. Valentina could feel the pressure of his gun in the waistband of his trousers, and she knew that she would be warned if he would try to reach for it. In addition, an entire family was now entering the parking lot, the two kids loaded with pool noodles and an inflatable dolphin.

»How about a kiss in advance?«

His left now clawed into her butt, and the knowledge that if he crumpled the skirt of her dress in the slightest, her buttocks would be revealed to the public somehow stoked Valentina’s fire.

»As long as his hands are on me, he can’t reach his gun!«, she thought, opening her lips and answering his kiss hungrily. She vaguely felt his fingers move at her nape, and she then twitched and sighed as something pricked her skin. It wasn’t really painful, just like the sting of an insect, or if she had gotten a little skin in her zipper. Only when she felt a strange warmth stray from the spot, she withdrew from Gad.

»Wha-what?«

Her tongue felt heavy, not responding to her will, and her limbs also felt as if she had just spent a double session at the gym. When she saw Gad’s grin, her eyes widened.

»One of the latest gimmicks our pharmaceutical labs developed – a layman would call it a hypnotic drug.«

He showed her his right hand on which she now saw that the gem on his ring had a protruding sting. Valentina wanted to kick his balls, run away, scream, but found herself incapable of any of these things. Gad flicked his fingers, and the sting disappeared from view.

»It’s really a wonderful potion! It won’t render you unconscious, and it will lose its effect in a few minutes – until then, however, I am afraid you will not be the master of your own will! Now, follow me, please!«

Valentina croaked, but was uncapable of uttering a protest, let alone scream, when he led her towards the other end of the parking lot, where a strip of undergrowth separated the lot from the adjacent fields.

***

When she had vigorously shaken her head, the glasses had fallen from Kiki’s nose, landing on the ground. At first, she considered herself even more helpless, being able to only see blurred, except for the closest things; then, however, she more and more concentrated on her other senses that were more than stimulated.

Her ears echoed from moaning, sighing and oppressed giggles, accompanied by the constant rustling of the three bound girls. She could feel not only the tightness of her bonds, but also the warmth of Salome’s body she sat astride, the friction of the ropes between her legs, the growing heat inside the tent. She had to taste the panties of two women, Zara and the blonde Ukrainian, and her sense of smelling got occupied not only by sweat, but another fragrance that she wasn’t sure whether it came from between her own legs.

Kiki no longer could deny she was aroused. Highly aroused. And yet, the ropes only provided her with some teasing, without allowing her relief. That was, unless-

She thrust forward her pelvis, allowing the ropes to part her labia, and there, for the fraction of a blissful second, the rough hemp had rubbed over her clit. The shudder was little more than an appetizer, making her even more hungry, and Kiki now intensified her moves. Underneath her, Salome was also squirming, and Kiki tried to use her spasms to her advantage. Vigorously, she thrust forward, and now, the touch of the ropes became more intense, lasted longer, chaffed her where-

»Ooouuhhmmm! Mmhhmmmm!«

Salome was only dimly aware of Kiki’s struggles, though she was so closely connected to her, and her slippery flesh brushed over her butt and the small of her back. But Salome was no longer available for reasonable thoughts. The constant teasing of her most ticklish spot had crossed a border, and the tingling strays that shot through her nerves had turned her into a helpless sweaty and squirming bundle, controlled completely by the impulses that came from outside.

The tickles had found company in teasing her, as Salome still sported the crotch rope – still tight, but less painful, since Eileen had kissed and teased her middle – the mere memory made Salome’s womb heat up, and the knots of the rope now pressed her clit, and they moved by her writhing and spasming most delightfully. There were more knots, between her legs, and also between her buttocks, and Salome clenched her sphincter to intensify the stimulation from behind. Her hardened nipples rubbed over the planks of the footrest, and she could feel and smell Eileen’s womb and pussy, rubbing over her face. Sweet Eileen, sweet fragrance of Eileen, sweet moisture of beloved Eileen! Salome now felt tingles all over her body, and the tickling no longer was a nuisance, it added to stoking the fire that was meant to end in a giant explosion.

Eileen also had found a way of coping with her soles getting constantly tickled – Salome. Salome’s face, trapped between her thighs, a thought that no longer felt embarrassing, but highly intriguing. The Black, with her mouth thoroughly gagged, could not use her lips and tongue to tease her, but she could scream and pant, sending exciting vibrations and blissful small explosions of hot air into her pussy. Eileen wriggled her hips, more and more, and when she felt Salome’s nose rub over her clit, she lost all control, thrusting forward and almost drowning her partner with her fluids and her slippery flesh.

The moans, sighs and muffled screams reached the ears of the sleeping Angela, and some of the fragrance found its way through the cloth over her nose, for the brunette now also writhed in her sleep, and there was a wet glistering between the ropes pressing against her crotch. The narcotic had more or less worn off, but still, she was refusing to wake up, enjoying a pleasant dream.

***

Gad’s and Valentina’s trip hadn’t lasted long. When they had reached the bushes, he had cradled her in his arms and carried the weak-willed girl some 15 yards, until he found a bigger tree. From here, the parking lot was invisible, and he lowered her to the ground, leaning her against the tree. Valentina croaked when he opened the zipper and took off the short dress, rendering her naked. Gad then produced a roll of tape and tied her wrists behind the trunk, further securing the tie with a cable binder. Before he continued, he kissed her lips softly. Valentina blinked, some drool dripping from her mouth. She croaked something, and Gad smiled.

»In a few minutes, the drug will have worn off! And now, for the mystery of the diamonds – or rather, for the mystery of the box!«

He opened the empty jewellery box and ripped out the foam. Underneath, taped to the bottom, was what looked like an USB drive Gad now held to Valentina’s eyes.

»These, my beautiful colleague, are the plans for an advanced programme, allowing to direct up to hundred drones with engineering precision! Seems that the information the Mossad got were more precise than those of your Service! Michael Hoch developed the program, but he was then concerned that it could not only be used for defensive issues, but also for attacks, and he still considers himself a pacifist. So, he deleted the program – except for this copy he still had with him when he got visited by the German and the US Secret Service. So, he hid them where he thought they wouldn’t look: the jewellery box of his wife that at that point was not yet his ex!«

It had played into Hoch’s cards that Angela had left him shortly after, taking the diamonds with her. So, during an illegal investigation, the CIA and the Germans hadn’t found anything. Meanwhile, Hoch had agreed to work for the Government, developing anti-spy software, and the only person knowing about the diamond box was his new lover.

»She’s told one of our informants – and unfortunately, one of your colleagues must have overheard the conversation! Anyway, now, it’s going to be a happy end for all of us, more or less! Angela«, he stopped and sighed when he thought of the beautiful brunette, »still has the necklace. I wrapped it in the panties I used to gag her, whilst you and Zara were occupied staring at your victims’ boobs!«

»Glllggg!«

»If you say so, sweet Valentina! Anyway, as you know, your and my country have some things in common. For example, that we both can need an advanced defensive technique against a powerful and ruthless enemy.«

Valentina realized that her tongue was following her control again, but she just licked her parched lips and listened to what Gad had to say. He didn’t seem to just be joking about having outsmarted her, and indeed, his expression became serious:

»I want my country to prevail, but I do not want to participate in the way we are currently waging this war! Luckily, my German contact sees it similarly, and so, we will tell the Government that we have the program, but will only hand it to them if they remember the rules of warfare. And now, for your happy end in all this: remember the Hilton hotel in Frankfurt!«

Valentina nodded, and Gad’s expression turned impish again.

»I am sure that you will manage to break free sooner or later, and even though I will take the dress with me, you will be somehow be able to leave this hotel and get to Frankfurt. Book a room there, and within the next week, once we have copied it, I will send you the program, so you can give it to your Government. May the Ukraine prevail, too!«

For a few seconds, Valentina looked at him. Then, she chuckled and shook her head.

»A secret agent with a conscience! That’s the beginning of the end!«

He bent over her and kissed her, and Valentina responded to it with all the passion her recovering body was capable of. When he withdrew from her, her lips were moist, and she writhed in her bonds. Cocking her head, she breathed:

»Since there will maybe not be a next time – will you take advantage of my helplessness, naked and vulnerable as I am now?«

Gad let his eyes wander over her gorgeous body, and her inviting posture, but though it was clear that he was not indifferent to her charms, he shook his head.

»Unfortunately, I am not only developing a conscience, but also some other unprofessional feelings! So, this kiss meant Goodbye!«

From his inner pocket, he drew a pair of lilac silk panties, still damp and crumpled. Valentina recognized them as Angela’s, and she had been gagged with them before. She pouted:

»So, Mr. Mossad is into brunettes now, and all I get is her worn panties in my mouth!«

»Don’t forget about the program!«

Valentina nodded, thinking about the deal for a moment. Then, she smiled.

»Good luck, Gad!«

She parted her lips, allowing him to stuff the panties into her mouth. Gad used the remnants of the tape roll to seal her lips. Then, after a swift kiss on her forehead, he left, taking the dress with him. Valentina leaned back against the tree and looked at the morning sky.

Sometimes, being tied up to a tree, stark naked and her mouth stuffed with another woman’s used panties could indeed be called a happy end!

***

Despite being just two years old, Rusty was always meant to behave like a grown adult. In a way, the lively Dachshund did so, but unfortunately, the opinions of what he considered adult dog’s behaviour differed from what his master, a still spry pensioned Colonel thought was appropriate. So, Rusty had caused some laughter among the former comrades of his master (they held their anniversary at the hotel), but also some embarrassment for the old Colonel.

»Seems like you lost your grip on the young recruits!«, an equally retired Major joked, patting his former superior’s shoulder. The about twenty elderly gentlemen were gathering in the park, for what they called an expedition into enemy territory. It was close to noon, and after a strenuous walk of one mile, they wanted to enter an inn, having beer together with some nice food and also playing cards or having a cigar. Rusty of course enjoyed these trips, for there were always enough leftovers for him to enjoy; however, instead of quietly anticipating the walk, he suddenly took the opportunity to run away from his master, and when he tried to get the dog back, he considered it a chase game.

»Swarm out!«, a Lieutenant General, the highest in command of the group, barked, and soon, all 20 ex-officers were trying to hunt for Rusty, accompanied by laughter and some jokes on the expense of the Colonel.

Finally, the Dachshund had withdrawn to the big sauna tent that was currently closed to the public. Here, he barked at the closed door, sniffing and waging his tail. The Colonel took the opportunity to leash the dog, threatening him with a terrible beating whilst caressing his ears and giving him a treat. Then, the man cringed his nose, and one of his comrades also sucked in air.

»Reminds me of another time, when we were in that club in Berlin!«

The men chuckled, and they agreed that the scent was indeed very specific – and somehow, it seemed to come from inside the tent! Then, the Major held his ear to the canvas and frowned whilst showing a lewd grin:

»Seems someone’s having fun inside!«

Now, the protocol would have ordered to either comment about the rotten habits of today’s youth, or to say something indecent and then withdraw to allow the lovebirds inside some privacy. However, Rusty had seen that the zipper hadn’t been closed completely, and since the Colonel wasn’t holding his leash properly, he managed to slip through the gap and enter the tent. Moments later, a loud yapping indicated that he had discovered something of interest.

»They will throw us out of the hotel!«, the Colonel complained, opening the tent’s door and stepping inside. Then, his jaw dropped, and he stood as if he had been hit by a hammer.

»Bernie, what’s up?«

More and more of his comrades entered the tent, and they all stood in awe at the sight offered to them. Sitting opposite to them, her legs obscenely spread, and her arms folded behind her head, was a naked redhead, covered with sweat and squirming rhythmically in a way that left nothing to imagination. The Colonel’s glasses were fogged, and he wiped them angrily whilst his comrade had to admit that the club in Berlin had been nothing in comparison.

The redhead was sitting on the butt of an equally naked Black, lying on her belly in a hogtie and squirming and twitching. This woman’s head was embedded in the lap of a third, a busty blonde sitting in a deckchair and obviously also in the throes of passion. Beside the group, a fourth woman was lying on her back, also naked, but obviously sleeping soundly, despite the moaning and grunting around her, and unaffected by the now overwhelming dampness and fragrance.

»That sure beats Berlin!«, the Lieutenant General murmured, unable to take his eyes from the four naked women in front of him.

***

Being Officers and Gentlemen, the veterans took care of freeing the girls once they had recovered from their amazement. For a moment, they shied back when Kiki now twitched and spasmed, thrusting her pelvis against the ropes hogtying Salome, and sending throaty groans through her gag. One of them considered an epileptic attack, whilst others understood what the convulsions meant and decided to let the girl finish before tying her loose.

Soon, a trembling Kiki, her legs freed, was lying half on her back, half on the knees of one of the men whilst two others tried to free her from the ropes and tape. Eileen blushed all over and also shuddered when suddenly, there were men bending over her, working on her bonds and when the Major, the only one carrying a pocketknife, freed Salome’s neck so she could finally withdraw her head from Eileen’s crotch, her middle lay as exposed as it could be, moist, swollen and hot.

Those freeing Angela were wondering why she only came to herself when they had almost completely freed her, and then insisted on removing the panties that had gagged her by herself, turning her head and groaning when one of the men wanted to do so. In the end, she cowered in a corner, keeping her fist clenched around the damp garment.

One of them who had managed to go to the lobby and to report what had happened, had returned with a concerned manager, accompanied by two confused servicewomen carrying bathrobes and a first aid kit.

When an ambulance arrived, the situation was under control, though there were still close to 30 people in the tent, and Rusty still tried to lick delicious sweat from the nude bodies, now provisionally clad in bathrobes. One of the men, a retired Chief Medical Officer, had already done a first examination, coming to the conclusion that the girls were all physically okay. Though he had acted professional, he and the two men assisting him were the subject of much envy when the group finally had their delayed lunch.

One of the servicewomen had brought a bottle of liquor, and so, when the ambulance arrived, all four had calmed down enough to no longer sob, though they avoided looking at the eyes of their saviours who had seen them stark naked and in the state of arousal. They all refused to be brought to the hospital, and when two female Police Officers arrived, they agreed upon doing their report in one of the chillout lounges close to the park.

To Kiki’s surprise, none of the others had mentioned her role in the whole affair. Angela did most of the talking, insisting that she had been assaulted and some of her jewellery had been stolen. The other girls had somehow gotten involved, and in the end, the criminals had left them in the tent, but not further abused them. Eileen and Salome could have said a little more, but they decided not to do so, seeing that Angela, still kneading Kiki’s discarded panties in her hand, had a reason for her version, and they were just glad it all was over. They mutually agreed that Kiki had paid for her part in the crime, and so, after an hour of quite sensitive interrogation, the Officers left to see what other evidence they had to track the criminals.

The hotel manager of course had an interest that, as long as it wouldn’t block the investigation, the hotel would be kept out of the headlines, and none of the damsels thought otherwise. The relieved man then showed a smile and said:

»You may be glad to hear that your clothes have been found! If you wish, they will be cleaned and ironed at our expense, and for the time you choose to stay here, we will offer you the best suites available, plus a room service, if you want!«

Eileen and Salome, who would have left the hotel the next day anyway, had agreed, feeling relieved and exhausted above anything else. Though there were still some questions open, they knew that the criminals were not preying on them, and by tomorrow, they would be in their train back home.

They shared an indeed luxurious suite, and, just because they could, Salome had ordered a bottle of Champaign. Eileen had decided that the giant bathtub was more what she needed, and so, she was lying in the hot water, only her head protruding from the foam, when Salome, clad in her bathrobe, entered the bathroom, carrying a tray with the bottle and two glasses.

»Looks convenient!«

»Find out by yourself!«, Eileen replied, reaching out with her hands. Salome placed the tray on the floor and dropped her bathrobe. Then, with a sigh, she slid into the tub, and Eileen cuddled against her, also sighing. The water splashed as Salome slung her arms around her, and Eileen whispered:

»Shall we talk, or just enjoy the moment?«

»Enjoy, until our skin becomes shrivelled, and the water gets cold whilst the Champaign has warmed!«, Salome breathed, and Eileen giggled.

»Finally, I have a hot naked girl in my arms, and she turns out to be an aromantic!«

They kissed, and then, Eileen breathed:

»This is somehow the first time we are naked and that close without anyone forcing us to do so!«

»Hmmm, I could leave this tub whenever I wanted!«, Salome sighed, cuddling closer against Eileen. Then, biting the blonde’s earlobe, she added:

»I hope you know that you owe me!«

»Hm?«

»When we were together in that tent, I was a literal eye-witness of you cumming three times! So, you owe me one climax! I refuse to leave this bathtub until we are even!«

She shifted her position so she was lying on top of Eileen who, even I  the warm water, could sense the hotness of the Black’s loins pressing against her own. Her hand wandered to her butt and, now no longer appalled by her friend’s fetish, she felt for her cleft and began to massage her there. Salome sighed, and Eileen breathed:

»I-I just can’t promise that I will be able not to – keep my head start!«

»Then, we will have to continue until we both lose count!«, Salome whispered, pressing her body closer against Eileen’s.

***

Kiki had refused the hotel’s kind offers and only accepted a hot shower before she had packed her belongings into  her car and left. She was still full of beans, despite being completely exhausted, not only from her climax that had been earth-shaking, despite being watched by a group of men.

»At least, these old fellows didn’t have their smart phones ready!«

At that point, Kiki erred, for two o the men had taken some pictures. However, they kept them to themselves, as did the Colonel with the pink pair of panties Rusty had brought him that he decided to keep as a souvenir.

She entered the highway, the Navi telling her that within one hour, she would be at her apartment. The room where the whole adventure had started, with the two men attacking her, and tying her to her bed, leaving her gagged and hooded, for Zara to find her, making her an offer she hadn’t been able to refuse.

She still wasn’t sure how she should think of these two days. They had been frightening and exciting, terrible and arousing. Kiki sighed. The only thing that was for sure was that she would not see a bit of the 50 Grand Zara had offered her.

When she had reached her home, Kiki left everything in the car, but she reflexively checked her mailbox. To her surprise, there was a pink envelope that contained a small key – like the key to the handcuffs that had tied her two days before. Her heartbeat accelerating, she went for her apartment, and when she entered the corridor, she could hear a faint whimper from the bedroom.

»What the-«

The door was ajar, and Kiki opened it carefully. On the bed, a naked woman was tied spreadeagle, her limbs fixed to the four bedposts with handcuffs. She was hooded, but the tan skin, now covered with a fine film of perspiration, the small figure and the ample breasts told her it was Zara. The girl mewed, but didn’t seem really aware of Kiki’s presence. Later, she found out that her ears still were stuffed under the hood.

Beside the bed, the small table from her living room had been place, and on it was an open briefcase, with a note taped to the lid. When Kiki approached, her eyes fell on bundled 100 Euro notes – many 100 Euro notes! The note said:

»Zara and you fulfilled the mission more or less, so, these 250.000 are yours! I don’t know how you want to share the money, but right now, you should be in a good position for negotiations!«

The briefcase not only contained money; beside it, Kiki saw her own vibrator, some clothespins and a plastic flyswatter. A smile formed on her lips, and she felt a blissful tingle in her loins as she started to take off her clothes, not keeping her eyes from Zara’s heaving boobs, and her exposed middle.

»A full day of nothing but gaming, what more can a nerdy girl like me want from a weekend?«

She pondered as she selected two of the clothespins and decided to start with the flyswatter, keeping the vibrator as a desert.

»Well, maybe, there are one or two things that beat gaming – let’s see if you begging for mercy is one of them!«

***

Like Kiki, Angela had also left the hotel immediately after the interrogation had been over, wearing her slightly crumpled clothes and being sure that she had forgotten more than one item on her hasty retreat.

This night had changed her life completely – even more than she would have thought her divorce already had. It wasn’t just that she had been assaulted – Angela was sure that, since she could leave the place where it had happened behind, she would get over it. Maybe, she would attend a therapist, but the criminal aspect wasn’t her main concern.

There was the fact that Michael had hidden the diamonds in the jewellery box. Had he known that she would take them with her, and had he willingly let some foreign agents go after her to get  the hidden program?

She felt for her neck, where, once she had been inside her car, had put the necklace. The necklace this man of whom she didn’t even know his name had placed inside her gag, hiding it from the two female agents of whom one had been his accomplice. Angela had kept the »wrapping«, Kiki’s white cotton panties with the small red dots, as a reminder of that man. He had been kind – well, more than that. Despite her being overtired and still suffering from her ordeal, Angela felt a tingle in her loins when she thought of how he had touched her.

During the next few days, she hardly left her apartment, since she still was on holiday and hadn’t told any of her friends she had returned home. She had so far oppressed the urge to confront her ex, and though she had looked up the numbers of a few therapists, she hadn’t yet contacted one of them.

One afternoon, she checked her mailbox, finding a small lilac envelope – the same lilac her lost panties had had. There was no address on it, but when she touched the envelope, she felt that it contained a small hard item.

She rushed to her apartment and opened it. Angela’s eyes fell on one of her earrings that had been missing since the night at the hotel. It was pinned to a small sheet with a written note:

»Dear sweet Angela, my duties didn’t allow me to send to you what is rightfully yours! The other earring, I would like to keep as a souvenir of having met such a beautiful woman – unless you want it back from me! If so, I will be waiting for the next three nights, if I see you are keeping the curtains of your bedroom closed, but the lights on and the balcony door ajar. Once I see this, I will think that you want to see me as much as I want to see you again, and I will come and get you your jewellery! Love, Gad!«

Angela’s fingers trembled, and she dropped the note. Then, she picked it up and read it again, maybe a hundred times.

Once the dusk had set in, Angela closed her curtains before she opened the balcony door a bit and turned on the light. She was naked, except for three things: the necklace, the one earring, and Kiki’s panties that felt a bit strange, but to Angela, they seemed an appropriate wrapping for the gift she was willing to offer – no less than herself.

She draped herself onto the bed and waited. When she thought that she had heard a sound from the balcony, she closed her eyes, and her chest heaved from her panting. She couldn’t hear his steps, but suddenly, she felt someone sit on the corner of the bed, and something tickled the tip of her nose. Angela smirked without opening her eyes, knowing it was the earring dangling from Gad’s fingers.

When he put it onto her earlobe, caressing her ear, hair and neck in the progress, she could feel his breath, fresh and minty, and smell his aftershave. Angela opened her moist lips, and when he kissed them, the eyes behind her closed lips sparkled like her now complete diamond jewellery.

The End