Chapter 6

Michelle was mortified when the doorbell rang. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and her ankles were cuffed as well. Not only was the Asian girl restrained, but she also was watching a video of herself pleasuring Jeffery's girlfriend Stephanie all while a vibrator was humming inside of her. It was the apartment walk all over again where she was led to her apartment while bound. As she watched herself restrained on the television, she could envision what Stephanie went through. Quickly, she looked for the remote.

Just then Michelle heard Jeffery coming up the stairs from the basement.

"It's just Stephanie's friend Kim. I told her she could come do her laundry. If you're looking for the remote, it's on the coffee table."

Michelle spotted it. It was on the far side of the table. She was going to have to get up and hop over to get it.

"Wait!" she said as Jeffery got to the front door and started to unlock it.

"Wait what?" Jeffery said, pausing.

"Wait Master, please," Michelle pleaded as she hopped around the table to the remote.

"It isn't nice to keep a guest waiting," Jeffery smiled and unlocked the door.

Panicking, Michelle turned around and fumbled at the remote, grabbing it. Even with her cuffed wrists, she could twist herself so she could look down to read which button was the off button when Jeffery opened the door. She could hear Stephanie moan in pleasure on the screen just before she pushed the off button. Even as the screen turned blank, Michelle was moving as quickly as she could to get to the couch.

Jeffery smiled as he opened the door for Kim. The curvy Latino was holding a Heineken box full of clothes. She still had on her orange work shirt and tan slacks from her job at the hardware store along with her name badge brightly saying 'Hello, My Name Is Kimberly'.

"Thanks for letting me do this," Kim said as she walked past Jeffery and into the house. Immediately, Kim noticed a cute little Oriental girl moving around on the couch. She was dressed in a tight strapless black dress and she turned around to see Kim. The girl had a goth thing going on with a leather collar fastened around her neck.

"Kim, this is Michelle. Michelle, Kim."

"Hi," Michelle said nervously, not getting up from the couch.

"Hey," Kim replied, looking the Asian girl over. Kim sensed something was up as Michelle turned her head away. Maybe she was just shy.

"Need any help taking stuff downstairs?" Jeffery asked.

"No, I got it. But I have a bag in the front seat that has a change of clothes if you could get that for me."

"Sure," Jeff said.

"Am I interrupting something?" Kim asked, smiling.

"No, we're just hanging out watching movies." Jeff said, "We're about to start one, an old Humphrey Bogart one: The Petrified Forest if you want to watch it with us."

'Who the fuck is Humphrey who?', Kim thought to herself. It was probably one of those lame-ass black and white films. She would rather swallow shards of glass.

"No thanks. I'll leave you two kids alone."

Jeff watched her head towards the kitchen and to the basement stairway before heading out to Kim's rusty old Aries K.

As Kim headed down the stairs, she was both disappointed and contented to see that Jeffery had a girl here. She had been curious what Jeffery's new girlfriend looked like and now she knew. A petite little Asian chick into the goth look. She was cute and Kim could see what Jeffery saw in her. However, that same little Asian chick put a crimp in her plans in spending the night. Kim was sure that Jeffery had plans for Michelle to spend the night and as they say, three's a crowd. However, she really didn't want to spend another night in her car so perhaps she could still blackmail Jeff into letting her spend a night or two. She was sure that Jeffery's parents wouldn't like him having sleepovers while they were away.

Stephanie's parents never really got around to finishing the basement. There was drywall all around but the floor was still cold cement with the ceiling being bare joists with fluorescent light fixtures hanging down. The washer and dryer were in one corner as well as an old worn armchair and a rack of old magazines. Kim imagined that Mrs. Richardson didn't spend much time down here, though. Who would want to spend anytime down here with all those stored Christmas and Halloween decorations, especially with that creepy mummy looking straight at you. Kim set her box down and began to unload it into the washer.

Stephanie stifled her groans when she heard someone coming down the stairs. The vibe was still humming away with what she thought was a deafening buzz. She was sure that her friend Kim would hear it and come investigate. But her moans of pleasure weren't the only things that the mummified girl worried about. She also badly needed to go pee. She didn't know how much longer she could keep holding it, especially with a vibrator inside her doing its thing.

Her blood froze when Kim looked directly at her, but her gaze only lasted a second. Stephanie could feel another wave of pleasure cresting within her and trying not to move or make a sound made it that much more intense. She felt as if her whole being was about to combust. But, she could feel the stand that she was bound to begin to wobble as she rocked her hips. Not wanting to be caught, Stephanie willed herself not to move or moan.

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Kim had parked her wreck in the driveway, blocking the side of the garage where Jeff had his Jeep parked. The car's doors were unlocked and he found her bag plopped down in the front seat. Glancing around, he noticed that her car was filled with empty fast food cups and wadded up wrappers. There were two rumpled bed pillows in the back seat as well as a pair of blankets. Something clicked inside Jeff's head.

Kim was living out of her car.

Quickly his mind raced through a few fantasies about stealing Kim away and using her like he had Stephanie. But he just as quickly shook off such thoughts. There was no way of dealing with her in the long term, not like Stephanie. No, better not think such thoughts unless he wanted to wear orange jumpsuits the rest of his life.

Grabbing her bag, he rushed back into the house. Michelle was still on the couch, her delicate face pinched with apprehension.

"Be back in a second, slave, and turn the TV back on," he said was he headed down to the basement, "or I'll have Kim come party with us."

Michelle still clasped the remote in her cuffed hands. She twisted herself around, trying to read the buttons on the controller. The thought of being caught only fanned the fires inside her as she pushed the 'on' button and the nude video of herself filled the screen. She watched as Jeffery wrestled her onto the same couch she was now sitting on.

Jeff rushed down the stairs to find Kim already loading the washing machine.

"This it?" Jeffery asked, holding out her pink nylon bag.

"That's it," she smiled and turned around, taking it from him, "She's cute."

"Yes she is."

"Been together long?" Kim asked.

"Awhile."

Kim nodded. Jeffrey's mind was on other things. She could tell.

"Look, I didn't know you had company so I don't want to be a pain, you know. Don't worry. I'll just stick around down here and get my laundry done. Pretend I'm not here.

"You don't have to do that; stay down here, I mean. You can hang out in Steph's room if you want. She has her TV up there and stuff. It'd be more comfortable, I think," Jeff said.

"Are you sure?" Kim asked, stepping a bit closer to him.

"It's good," Jeffery said, "Just close the door so we don't bug you."

Kim grinned, "Deal. I'll just be down here for a bit before heading up. Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

Before heading upstairs, he gave a quick glance over at his stepsister when Kim wasn't looking. He couldn't hear her but he did notice that her head moved a bit. He put his finger to his lips before heading upstairs to Michelle.

Michelle. Stephanie felt a swell of jealousy flood through her when she heard that the Asian girl was there. Jeffery said that they would meet and not to worry but Stephanie was worried, hurt, and angry over Michelle being there. He should have told her that Michelle would be here tonight.

A little shudder of passion rippled through Stephanie despite hearing the unwelcome news. The bound blonde could feel another orgasm building inside of her and she let out a whimpering mewl. Fortunately, her friend Kim had started the water filling the washer as she poured a cap full of detergent in. Stephanie was sure that Kim hadn't heard her moans.

Stephanie then watched her friend strip out of her shirt and bra, throwing them into the washer while glancing up the stairs. Kim then sat down on the armchair, pulled off her shoes before wadding up her socks to throw in the machine as well. Lastly, Kim shimmied out of her slacks and panties, putting them in the wash before closing the lid with a bang.

Stephanie hadn't seen her friend naked before. Of course, she had seen her while at the beach, sporting a rather skimpy bikini but that wasn't the same.

Kim was very curvy, having a very large set of breasts crowned with a pair of large, dark nipples. Her hips flared nicely from a flattish stomach and she had a thick but narrow nest of dark curls between her legs. Her legs were more sturdy than long but they were well toned. She had never really looked at her friend like this before but that was before the intruders made her more sensitive. Stephanie wasn't a lez but now she could see what men saw in Kim.

"Shit!" Kim exclaimed after opening her bag.

Kim held up a blouse and Stephanie could tell something dark had spilled on it.

"Fuckin' A," she lifted a half-empty bottle of Coke from inside her bag.

She dumped out everything out of the bag and Stephanie saw that all of Kim's clothes were soaked. Quickly Kim scooped up the pile and threw it in the wash as well, all the while cursing under her breath.

No sooner had she pitched the stuff into the wash that Kim realized that she had nothing to wear. She was stuck down here in the basement without a stitch of clothing on and really no way to sneak upstairs to duck into Stephanie's room to steal an outfit.

"Just fuckin' great," she said to herself aloud.

Then she thought she heard something.

Kim glanced up the stairs. No, the door was still shut. She looked around the basement to see if she could pinpoint the source, standing perfectly still.

Stephanie fought to stand still as well. Another throb of pleasure spread through her and she could feel a surge of white-hot ecstasy threatening to dissolve her into a quivering mess. She fought it down just as she was fighting down the urge to pee. However, she was losing both battles. She could see Kim looking in her direction and prayed that she could keep still just a little longer.

Kim finally stopped looking and sat down, pulling an old towel Jeffery had drying and putting it on the chair before seating herself. She then grabbed one of the old magazines and started to thumb through it.

The basement was chilly, even in the summer and Kim began hugging herself for warmth. This wasn't going to do. She had to find something to wear until her clothes were dry. She then spotted all the bins of decorations that were stacked along the one wall. Perhaps there was an old Halloween costume in one of them. Kim put on her shoes and headed over to the black and orange containers.

Stephanie didn't move a muscle though her whole being wanted to. Kim was now right beside her, opening one of the several bins that held her parents' Halloween stuff. The first one was filled with various pumpkins that seemed to be mocking her and Kim. The next one had packets of fake spider webs, grinning gargoyles and rubber vampire bats. The third offered up something somewhat suitable; a large black vampire's cloak. Kim wrapped it around herself and headed back to the chair.