Heather hurried through the door of the cafe, double checking that she had her bagged gift before rounding the corner and seeing the table with her friends. “Sorry I’m late!” She apologized before stopping short as she stared at the table. “What kind of outfit coordination is this?”

Her friends burst out laughing, drawing eyes from the couple other patrons in the cafe but they calmed down quickly enough. Heather’s shock had come from the fact that each of the five other girls had chosen to wear skirts, boots, and pantyhose to this Christmas Eve meetup, matching the outfit that she had chosen. Granted, it was Christmas and cold and it was an appropriate choice for a cute cafe meetup to celebrate Amber’s birthday, but it truly showed the six friends were all in the same line of thought. 

The closest to Heather was Jia.The tallest of the group was suitably dressed in a black long sleeve dress that fell to mid thigh, where a peek of hose was visible before the leather of her black thigh high boots started and elongated her legs. Alyssa was beside her, dressed in a black long sleeve top, white flared skirt, pantyhose, and over the knee black suede boots. On the other side of the table Esther was dressed in a pretty olive coloured off the shoulder top with bows, brown leather skirt, pantyhose, and matching brown leather knee boots with an impressive heel. Amber the birthday girl was in the middle, clad in a nice red sweater dress, pantyhose, and knee high black leather boots with straps at the ankle. Alina rounded out the group in a wine coloured long sleeve top that left her shoulders bare, a black leather skirt, pantyhose, and block heeled black leather boots

Heather herself was clad in a white turtleneck sweater, tight black leather miniskirt, pantyhose, and black leather knee high boots with a three inch heel. She shrugged off her long tan coat, finally getting over her shock, and sat down in the last empty chair beside Jia.  “Well, happy birthday Amber!” She said brightly and handed over the gift bag she had carried in. 

The cafe was relatively empty, given that it was Christmas Eve and maybe an hour to closing time, there were only two other women catching up at a table on the other side of the cafe and two female employees cleaning up behind the counter. The girls spent the next 40 minutes catching up on things, the break keeping them all extremely busy with family and friend obligations that prevented them from meeting up until the day before Christmas. They had just finished with the cake and pictures and Amber was cutting the cake when she heard Esther and Alina gasp out loud. 

With her back to the door, Heather didn’t see the men enter but the reactions of her friends caused her to whirl around as four masked men barged through the front of the cafe wielding guns. “Nobody move!” The one at the front shouted. 

There were a couple screams from the employees and the other table as the men made their presence known in the room and they fanned out, one going for the employees at the counter, one for the other table, and two going right for Heather and her friends. 

All six girls raised their hands as the pistols were pointed in their direction. Heather could feel her heart hammering in her chest as one of the men addressed the room. “No need to panic, we aren’t here for you. We’re here for the jewelry store next door. So stay quiet, don’t do anything stupid, and you girls will be perfectly fine.” 

With everyone in the cafe successfully cowed, the men directed the employees to lock the door and flip the blinds so no one could see what was going on inside the cafe. While they were busy, the two men turned their attention to the six girls under their gun. Heather bit her lip as the closest man looked at her and gestured with his gun in a circular motion. “Face forward, hands behind your back.” He ordered. 

Heather gulped as she saw the coils of rope being removed from the bag and slowly lowered her hands, realizing she was about to be tied up. Placing them behind her back, she was unprepared for the jolt that ran through her body as leather gloved hands seized her wrists and placed her hands palm to palm before rope surrounded them. She was thankful for the long sleeves of her sweater as the ropes dug into her flesh, a few quick turns, a cinch, and knot were all it took to quickly render her helpless. 

Unfortunately for Heather, the man was just getting started.  A longer rope was looped around her chest and upper arms, forming a harness above and below her breasts and threading through the horizontal slots in the chair to weld her to the furniture. Next he knelt down in front of her and Heather watched as her booted ankles were crossed and tied together, the rope pulled and cinched tight enough that she could feel it through the leather of her boots. “Ow.” She said as the man added another coil above her knees where her thin pantyhose could not protect her skin as much. . 

“Shut up.” 

The cold response was enforced with a wad of cloth being forced between her lips as Heather opened her mouth to respond. She gagged on the taste as the cloth filled her mouth fully, then a black scarf was pulled between her teeth as a cleavegag to ensure the cloth packing would stay firmly in place. “Whhhht thmmmmm frrrrrrk.” Heather complained as she tested the new gag. 

Her friends were all watching with wide eyes, their hands still raised as they got a full example of what their near future was about to be. One final rope was run between her wrists and ankles, pulling her booted feet off the ground so her toes barely scraped the floor and strained her body as she no longer had any purchase against the floor. “Is this really necessary?” Jia asked, warily eying Heather’s bondage as her own hands were seized and pulled behind the chair. 

“No.” The masked man said as he quickly tied her wrists together. “But I do enjoy tying up pretty girls.” 

“Fucking pervert.” Jia glared over her shoulder. 

The comment got her an early gag as cloth was forced into her mouth and a black scarf yanked between her lips. By now the sound of duct tape coming off of a roll was incredibly loud in the silence of the cafe as the man behind the counter worked on taping up the two employees. “Are you just going to stand there and watch?” The man tying up Jia asked his comrade who was still standing off to the side with his pistol out. 

The second man watched as the first ran his hands up and down Jia’s boots before tying her ankles together. “Someone’s got to cover these girls. Hey Four! If you’re done, come over here and help out.” 

The one that was called Four walked out from behind the counter, the two employees now nowhere to be seen and Heather knew the duct tape roll in his hand was the reason why. “Relax, these girls are going nowhere.” He said as he pulled a coil of rope out of his pocket and walked over behind Esther and pulled the crying girl’s arms behind her back.

Heather tried to convey some kind of comfort with her eyes as Four began to tie her up none too gently. Jia was still cursing her captor through her gag as her ankles were crossed and tightly tied, then an additional set of ropes were added at the tops of her boots. The final rope between the wrists and ankles arched her tall body, her long limbs allowing her some relief and she didn’t need to strain as much as Heather was but it was still uncomfortable. 

Turning her head to look across the cafe, Heather could see the other two girls that had been catching up, a Chinese girl and a brunette, both now bound and gagged similar to her. Her eyes were drawn to the brunette’s red leather skirt as she briefly admired the girl’s whole outfit of a white top, pantyhose under the skirt and high heeled ankle boots, but her attention was quickly redirected as she heard Esther’s muffled sobs coming from behind the cloth packing that was being forced into her mouth. With two girls bound and only four left, each of the masked men took a girl. Esther was nearly finished, while Alyssa, Amber, and Alina each got new accessories in the form of ropes and gags.

Soon, all six of the dance crew found themselves squirming and straining against tight ropes. The cafe now full of muffled groans and the squeak of leather as every booted girl in the cafe struggled. The four men surveyed their handiwork and nodded in satisfaction. “Alright, get the other bag. Once we blow the hole we won’t have long.” 

The men split up, two grabbing a bag that had been set down by the door while one went into the back hall and dragged out a fire hose, presumably for hosing down any fires resulting from the explosion they were about to create. Heather looked sadly across the table at Amber and her friends, wondering how a birthday excursion on Christmas Eve had turned into something like this. Flexing her wrists against the ropes, Heather concluded she wasn’t going anywhere and sat back in her chair with a grunt. Now they would have to wait until the alarms in the jewelry store alerted the authorities and they were eventually discovered. What a way to spend Christmas.