Chapter 2

prequel

Manju parked the sedan under the dark tree and killed the headlights. She stripped fast in the front seat, folding her expensive blouse and skirt on the passenger side. Naked, she reached into the black bag on the floor and pulled out the thick rubber hood. It slid over her head with a wet sound, sealing her completely. She worked the long, heavy cock gag into her mouth until the base filled her jaws and the tip nudged the back of her throat. Next came the wide leather posture collar buckled tight over the hood’s neck, locked in place with three small padlocks. She clipped the leash to the front ring, then stepped out of the car and knelt on the cold asphalt beside the open door. Five thousand dollars lay on the seat.

Andrew walked over, counted the cash, and pocketed it. Without a word he grabbed her arms, yanked them behind her back, and cinched the wide straps together at the elbows until her shoulders burned. He clipped a second strap around her upper arms and pulled until her elbows nearly touched. Manju grunted around the gag but stayed on her knees. Andrew clipped the leash to his belt and led her across the lot into the club.