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The file came from an unknown number with a text that simply said “listen”. Of course, Kathy ignored it. And the file that came the next day. And the next.
And then on day 15, no chime from her phone. Kathy checked and checked, but no message appeared. For a moment she considered responding to the last message, asking who this was, asking why they had stopped. She quickly rejected the idea, she would not be encouraging this stranger to send more.
Day 16. No message.
Day 17. Silence. The previous messages still there on the phone. Her curiosity growing. Perhaps, it wouldn’t hurt to play just one? The antivirus app said the files were harmless after all.
Popping in her ear buds, Kathy played the audio file. It wasn’t some sort of advert, as she had assumed. It wasn’t words at all, just muffled sounds. Kathy listened for several seconds before the unmistakable sound of a woman’s moan brought everything into sharp focus and her heart sped up. She was listening to someone masturbating…
Best for the house style at full temperature.
“I’m telling you, Kathy, if we don’t step up our marketing Dungeon Deluxe is going to eat us alive.” Lena said as she walked around the store, pausing to tighten the leather cuffs and straighten the restraint straps on a mannequin. Kathy suppressed a shudder at the name of the new store. It just sounded so… cheap.
“I’ve built a reputation with this business, Lena. Taste. Discretion. Not tawdry theatrics.” Kathy sighed, the arguments stale on her tongue.
“Letting people know we exist doesn’t turn us into a cheap sex shop! I’m talking about experiential retail. It can still be discreet and classy. It’s about giving our customers a more personal experience. I did a case analysis on this in business school…. Kathy? …Are you even listening?” Lena’s tone sharpened, irritation now evident.
“I’m sorry Lena. We’ve been over this.” Kathy studied the window display, a finger tapping her lower lip as she adjusted a silk lingerie set. The mannequin stood against the display frame, its posture held perfectly upright by a set of discreet chrome rings built into the backdrop. It just wasn’t quite right. Perhaps if she moved… Her view was blocked by a handful of papers as Lena shoved them directly in front of her face, the faint scent of leather lingering as she leaned in.
“Our sales are down twenty-five percent in the last month. You need to let me do this. Look just give me one day. One live window display. If I can’t boost our takings by ten percent, I’ll drop it.” Lena folded her arms, waiting.
Kathy looked at the cold, hard text on the paper. Lena was right, the store was in trouble. Everything she had built over the last five years. She sighed.
“One day Lena. But please… make it classy. I don’t want strippers in my window.”…
Best when you want the power exchange to bite harder.
The chain clinked as it tugged at the metal rings through Kathy’s freshly pierced nipples. She winced and crawled forward, head moving from side to side, unable to see anything through the leather hood over her head.
Her heart thumped against her ribcage. She didn’t know where she was. Cold floor under her hands and knees. The sound of people, how many, moving around.
Whoever was holding the leash tugged harder, and Kathy gasped, crawling more hurriedly. She felt a slight breeze on her bare skin now, air conditioning or a fan, perhaps. Her nipples puckered and hardened. She clenched slightly on the tail plug in her ass, it was just the cold air, that’s all it was. The sticky juice that dribbled from her pierced and ringed cunt, glazing her thighs, belied her claim.
“Sit up.” Amy’s voice, unmistakable, bubbling with satisfaction and amusement…
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