out.”
Chapter 5
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, Krista lost hope. Everything hadn’t worked out. No one could get a hold of Damien. Ryan had even gone by his apartment, but it looked like he didn’t even live there anymore. Krista went back to the club a few times, but Greg had quit shortly after Damien was fired and the new bartender wouldn’t tell her anything. As a last resort, she’d called the hospital to find out if he had put down his phone number when he filled out her paperwork, but he’d left it blank. She was never going to see him again and it left her feeling empty and alone.
Krista’s daily life turned dull and tedious. She went to work every day, paid her bills, and occasionally met up with her friends, but there was no sparkle. There was no thrill. She wasn’t even sure she knew how to go about looking for what she was missing. She didn’t see any way for normal, average, everyday life to measure up to her experiences with Damien.
One Friday evening after a long day at work, Krista’s phone rang. Hannah was calling. She would probably want to drag Krista out of her apartment in an effort to cheer her up. Krista used to love to go drinking and dancing with her friend, but it all seemed so mundane. She answered the phone, resolved to go with her friend where ever it was she wanted to go. None of this was Hannah’s fault.
“ Hey Hannah,” Krista said. “What’s up?”
“ I’m on my way over and I have a surprise for you,” Hannah said. “Take a shower and get yourself together. Don’t worry about make-up. I’ll do yours when I get there and I’m bringing something for you to wear.”
An hour later, Krista thought she had gone into the twilight zone or something.
“ You are fucking crazy,” Krista said surveying herself in the mirror. “I can’t wear this.”
“ Are you kidding?” Hannah asked. “You look amazing. Every single guy with a penis will want you. Shit, some of the girls might even want you.”
Hannah had brought several outfits, but finally settled on a black leather pencil skirt that tied in the back with black silk ribbons sort of like the skirt version of a corset. Black high heels with thin leather straps wound around her legs to mid calf, creating the illusion that she was bound. Matching leather cufflets circled each wrist adding to the illusion. A sheer pink toga style shirt topped a black bra, clearly visible through the fabric. It was the perfect mix of bondage and softness and it matched Krista’s personality perfectly.
“ What if somebody I know sees me?” Krista asked.
“ Believe it or not,” Hannah said. “This is you. After everything you told me about what happened between you and Damien, this is totally you. Besides, this is actually pretty tame for where I’m taking you. You’d be amazed by how far most of the people you think are ‘normal’ descend into the depths of depravity when no one is looking. It’s human nature.”
“ Human nature or not,” Krista said, secretly pleased by how different the outfit was from her ‘normal’ self. “I look like a high-class call girl. How’d you talk me into this again?”
“ I cheated,” Hannah said. “You promised to ‘just go with it’ before you ever knew what it was.”
“ Oh, yeah,” Krista said rolling her eyes. Grabbing her purse, she said, “Let’s go.”
Fifteen minutes later, the girls pulled up to a large black building. On the front in red neon letters it said, Chained . As Krista reached for the door handle, Hannah grabbed her other hand. “Listen,” Hannah said stalling her. “The most important thing about an outfit like yours is attitude. You look amazing, but sexy is only ten percent about how you look. The other ninety percent is attitude. Don’t be afraid to let people see you. No one in this club is going to judge you negatively. I promise.”
Pep talk finished, Hannah grabbed the door handle and slid out
Chapter 5
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, Krista lost hope. Everything hadn’t worked out. No one could get a hold of Damien. Ryan had even gone by his apartment, but it looked like he didn’t even live there anymore. Krista went back to the club a few times, but Greg had quit shortly after Damien was fired and the new bartender wouldn’t tell her anything. As a last resort, she’d called the hospital to find out if he had put down his phone number when he filled out her paperwork, but he’d left it blank. She was never going to see him again and it left her feeling empty and alone.
Krista’s daily life turned dull and tedious. She went to work every day, paid her bills, and occasionally met up with her friends, but there was no sparkle. There was no thrill. She wasn’t even sure she knew how to go about looking for what she was missing. She didn’t see any way for normal, average, everyday life to measure up to her experiences with Damien.
One Friday evening after a long day at work, Krista’s phone rang. Hannah was calling. She would probably want to drag Krista out of her apartment in an effort to cheer her up. Krista used to love to go drinking and dancing with her friend, but it all seemed so mundane. She answered the phone, resolved to go with her friend where ever it was she wanted to go. None of this was Hannah’s fault.
“ Hey Hannah,” Krista said. “What’s up?”
“ I’m on my way over and I have a surprise for you,” Hannah said. “Take a shower and get yourself together. Don’t worry about make-up. I’ll do yours when I get there and I’m bringing something for you to wear.”
An hour later, Krista thought she had gone into the twilight zone or something.
“ You are fucking crazy,” Krista said surveying herself in the mirror. “I can’t wear this.”
“ Are you kidding?” Hannah asked. “You look amazing. Every single guy with a penis will want you. Shit, some of the girls might even want you.”
Hannah had brought several outfits, but finally settled on a black leather pencil skirt that tied in the back with black silk ribbons sort of like the skirt version of a corset. Black high heels with thin leather straps wound around her legs to mid calf, creating the illusion that she was bound. Matching leather cufflets circled each wrist adding to the illusion. A sheer pink toga style shirt topped a black bra, clearly visible through the fabric. It was the perfect mix of bondage and softness and it matched Krista’s personality perfectly.
“ What if somebody I know sees me?” Krista asked.
“ Believe it or not,” Hannah said. “This is you. After everything you told me about what happened between you and Damien, this is totally you. Besides, this is actually pretty tame for where I’m taking you. You’d be amazed by how far most of the people you think are ‘normal’ descend into the depths of depravity when no one is looking. It’s human nature.”
“ Human nature or not,” Krista said, secretly pleased by how different the outfit was from her ‘normal’ self. “I look like a high-class call girl. How’d you talk me into this again?”
“ I cheated,” Hannah said. “You promised to ‘just go with it’ before you ever knew what it was.”
“ Oh, yeah,” Krista said rolling her eyes. Grabbing her purse, she said, “Let’s go.”
Fifteen minutes later, the girls pulled up to a large black building. On the front in red neon letters it said, Chained . As Krista reached for the door handle, Hannah grabbed her other hand. “Listen,” Hannah said stalling her. “The most important thing about an outfit like yours is attitude. You look amazing, but sexy is only ten percent about how you look. The other ninety percent is attitude. Don’t be afraid to let people see you. No one in this club is going to judge you negatively. I promise.”
Pep talk finished, Hannah grabbed the door handle and slid out
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