THREE AGAINST ONE
At last, it was Friday night. The weekend, work was over for two complete days, during which time I could do just what I wished for, instead of obeying the orders of others. And just what did I want? As normal, on a Friday evening that meant going to the local pub, to consume far more pints of beer than were good for me, joining in some raucous drinking with my mates there, and I’d probably do even more harm to my digestive system and body by indulging in eating a large donor kebab, complete with chilli sauce of course, during the walk home. Well, that’s what I told myself I wanted to do in the next few hours, as I showered and then planned to dress myself in clothes suitable for a visit to the nearest hostelry.
Because what I really wanted to do would be to spend the evening in the company of a young lady, whose home flat was on the same floor as mine. God, how I fancied her? I mean to me she was gorgeous, although maybe I exaggerated her beauty in my own mind, sure she was very attractive if not necessarily, stunningly sexy; but to me she was everything I wished for. However, I wasn’t self-confident to the degree to even contemplate asking her out, despite the fact that I wasn’t a bad looking lad myself at this time of my life. So, without any actual evidence that she would refuse me, I convinced myself that if I did pluck up the courage to ask her for a date, she’d shatter my dreams by saying ‘no.’ Pub it was then.
As it happened, I couldn’t have been more wrong in that assessment of my chances in dating Laura Pearce. Just like me, when it came to chatting-up members of the opposite sex, she was extremely shy and lacking in self-confidence. She’d have said ‘yes’ like a shot if I’d only had the courage to ask her, but there was no way she’d pose the question of her own volition. Besides, as she told herself, wasn’t it the man’s job to do the asking?
So, here Laura and I were then, in a state of perpetual stalemate. Both of us desperately hoping for a relationship to commence between us, but neither having the courage to initiate such a liaison themselves. Despite the warmth and genuine smiles with which each of us greeted the other, on the few occasions when we did meet. What a pair of idiots!
Thankfully, as I was showering on that particular Friday evening, two of Laura’s good friends were sitting in the living room of her home, discussing this real lack of any action between the pair of us. Deciding within themselves that this situation had gone on for far too long, and if neither Laura or I would get off our collective backside, then one, or both of them would move us off of it! “Right then Laura,” Anna commenced, “tonight’s the night that you and that guy down the corridor here, the one you fancy and DON’T damn well deny it, are going to become girlfriend and boyfriend. And I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”
Sonia, the other girl present, took up the baton as it were. She smiled, reached into the bag she had with her, pulling out a really lacy and sexy suspender belt complete with some very sheer nylon stockings. “Clothes off, NOW! And then, just let’s see how great you look wearing these little beauties, shall we? Because, if he’s like any of the blokes that I know, he won’t be able to resist you in these. Will he?”
“I guess not,” replied the still nervous Laura. But she hastened to fit the lingerie items her friend had provided and was delighted with the result. “Maybe this will work!” As the mirror she saw herself in confirmed that she did, adorned in nylons, indeed ooze sex appeal.
“Now then, you’d better put some panties and a bra on for now, though.” Anna added. “Get the sexiest ones that you have, and then place yourself in a dressing gown, again, your very best one!” Although Laura had never really been a stockings and suspender girl previously, something that was going to change now she’d really tried and delighted in the feel of them, she did possess a delicious bra and panty set made of pure black satin, also such a suggested gown manufactured of the same seductive material. Onto her body these items went. Meanwhile, both Anna and Sonia stripped down to just their lingerie themselves. All three now being adorned suitably and ready for my entrapment then. They just needed to entice me into the spider’s web!
“Do you have his number?” Anna asked.
“Yes, somewhere on my mobile, give me a minute and I’ll find it.” Which, after some time Laura did, we’d exchanged numbers when she’d gone away for a few days and asked me to keep an eye on her flat.
“Right, what can we use as an excuse to get him round here? You say he’s some sort of engineer?”
“I believe so. I think he said he works with electrics.”
“That could be useful. You’ve got an electric oven, haven’t you?”
“Yes. Are you hinting that I tell him it’s not working, and could he pop round and take a look?”
“Why not? Good a reason as any. He’ll probably bend down to take a good gander and THAT is when we’ll strike. All three of us!” What a trio of little minxes! I mean, did I stand ANY sort of chance against such deviousness?
Anna and Sonia were in no mood to allow her to back out now, and although their primary aim here was to set Laura and I on the path to romance, they also planned to have a little action for themselves at my expense. And yes, almost as thanks for their help, Laura readily agreed and was not going to prevent this at all! Anna snatched the ’phone out of Laura’s hand, dialled my number, before handing the device back to its owner.
I’d just finished drying myself off after my shower when I heard my ’phone ringing. Believing it to be one of my drinking pals on the other end, I pressed ‘receive’ without checking on the caller’s identity, and my heart almost jumped with joy when I recognised the utterly delicious female voice on the line. Of course, as you all know it was Laura, and she was asking for my help. Could I pop around to hers and take a look at her oven, which wasn’t switching on?
Well, just how do you think I was going to reply to that? Let’s face it, I couldn’t get to her place quick enough, although I did forewarn her that if I needed to replace any parts I wouldn’t be able to obtain them now, not until the following, Saturday morning. No problem she informed me, she’d most likely just get some fish and chips for this evening. What a cunning minx? Naturally I had no idea she was lying here, but do you think I cared?
I just used the word ‘pop’ back then, and almost perfect description of what happened to my eyes when Laura opened the door, where I was greeted to the lovely sight of her wearing that satin dressing gown, her legs covered in sheer nylon, with me hoping weren’t in the form of tights. “Good evening, Laura,” I managed to stammer, “you’d better take me through to your kitchen.” Which she did, and my first impression was that the oven certainly looked fine. However, that didn’t mean it was functioning correctly, I knew that one from experience. “What’s wrong with it, Laura, what doesn’t it do that it should?” I bent down to look inside.
Now, just as the three of them had planned, my female adversaries struck. I heard some movement behind me, but the next thing I knew was that somebody had placed a black pillowcase over my head. Meaning I could see nothing, made even more frightening when Anna, whom I knew nothing of at this stage, used a length of silk tie to clamp the material of the pillow, satin again, into my mouth, therefore very effectively silence me. Soon her own mouth was by one of my ears. “Don’t worry we’ve no intentions of suffocating you, but you do need to co-operate here. You’re going to be ours, very shortly we’ll tell you why, but for now don’t try to fight us. Oh, and by the way, as you’ve probably guessed for yourself, there’s nothing wrong with Laura’s oven. Had to get you around here somehow, after all!” Laura had clamped her own form around my mid-riff, making movement quite difficult for me, while Sonia bound my legs together at the ankles.
With myself actually naked when Laura had made her call to me, therefore I’d only slung on a ‘T’ shirt, pants and track-suit bottoms. Not even any socks, and I’d just placed my feet in some slippers. With Laura still holding my torso, and Sonia my legs, even though they were bound together, Anna, having removed said shirt, now transferred her attentions to my arms and hands. Grabbing her own satin bra, she fastened one of the cups skilfully around my left hand, tying said hand in a fist shape within the cup, in such a manner where my fingers became utterly trapped, my hand rendered into a total condition of capture by the satin material, immobile and of no use whatsoever to me. Moments later Anna had also captured my right hand in the other cup of her brassiere, remember the two cups where solidly linked together. In the case of this item of underwear, between the cups was a solid metal ring, you know the sort, which would come into play later. So, in a clever manner, which I would have been in full admiration of if it had been done to somebody other than myself, Anna had, very effectively, bound my arms together. She’d deliberately done so in front of my body though, instead of behind my back as is the usual method of capture; but there was a reason for this that I’d only come to discover just what that was, later on.
“Right Laura let’s get our guest onto your bed,” commanded Anna, who was clearly the ringleader in this situation. Between the three of them they managed to half-lift and half-drag my body into Laura’s bedroom, plonking me down onto her bed. It was now that the ring within Anna’s bra entered the equation, whilst Laura sat on my chest, pinning me to the bed and completely removing any chance of me escaping from this trio of minxes, Anna pulled my bound arms over my head towards the secure lattice type bed frame at the head of Laura’s bed. Feeding my hands through slats of the metal frame, Anna was given a short length of tie by Sonia and used this to secure the ring of her bra to the vertical slat in-between my wrists, and also to the rail at the top of the frame. Denying any vertical or horizontal movement whatsoever to my bound limbs and, very effectively securing my body to Laura’s bed. If I wasn’t already, now I most certainly was the utterly helpless prisoner of these three sexy girls!
