3 . #2
“Oh yeah...” It looked like it took all of his willpower to rip his eyes away from her breasts and take his cell phone out of his pocket.
The silence was heavy as she texted Disha asking for her to pick her up, and then set the phone down on the island.
“So, who was this for?” She gestured to the costume.
“Who…” He stammered.
“Well you said that none of those girls were your wife or girlfriend…” She giggled.
“Oh yeah… well… it’s for a photoshoot.” He stammered.
“A photoshoot?” She raised her eyebrows.
“Well… I have a friend who’s a photographer, he asked me to pick it up for him.”
“A friend huh?” The phone buzzed and she looked down to see Disha respond that she was on her way.
“Look, my friend is on my way, could I return this to you tomorrow, that is unless of course, you need it right away?” She stood up and lowered her eyes to her breasts straining against the flimsy bikini top.”
“Tomorrow’s fine.” He swallowed hard.
“You know, I would owe you one for it.” She smiled.
“I guess you do.” He clenched his jaw.
“Oh yes, just name it.” She smiled.
“Anything?” She could see the wheels turning in his head.
“Well, within reason.” She shrugged.
Sean shifted.
“So, are you a model? Like you do modeling work?”
“I’m a PT but I do some modeling on the side.” She shrugged.
“What about a photo shoot?”
“I’m listening.” She smiled.
“Just a private one, for us.” He added.
Now it was her time to bit her lip. This seemed to be going into strange territory, but what was the harm? Plus if he wanted anything weird, she could always just tell him no and be done with it.
“I think that would depend really, I have my limits.”
“Oh I see…” He furrowed his brow. “Well, whenever you get back home you can just drop the costume off.” He shrugged.
“Now wait, maybe we can talk this over. What kind of shoot would you like?” She smiled, now somewhat intrigued.
“Well, you do look good in that Mrs. Americana costume.” He answered.
“I think I can do something in this.” She beamed at him.
“And my photographer friend would definitely have some ideas.”
“Well as long as it’s tasteful.” She shrugged.
“Sure.” He responded.
“And one more thing…” She began.
“Yes?”
“Todd, my boyfriend, he can’t know about it.” Her tone was firm, serious. Everything had been playful until that point but Sean had to know this was her condition.
“Sure, I think this can be our little secret.” Sean shrugged.
“Oh great, then it’s a deal!” She held out a hand.
Sean tore his eyes away from her breasts once again and took her hand as if it might bite him. She gripped it hard and firm, met his eyes, and let go.
***
“Is your girlfriend home?” Alanis crossed her arms over her breasts, suddenly feeling very exposed in the bare garage “studio” that Sean had set up.
Despite showing off everything to him in the bikini the previous day, she felt more naked now than when she was out walking around in just a towel.
“She’s out with friends, should be home in a little bit.” He shrugged, and angled one of the lights at the backdrop he had set up at the far side of the garage.
The garage was completely bare with the exception of the photo backdrop surrounded by several lights, and a chair in the middle of it all.
Other than setting up the lights, Sean had barely taken his eyes off of her after she changed into her Mrs. Americana outfit.
At first he had been pleasant, cordial, and let her change in the bathroom and then said he had the basement all set up for the photo shoot.
She remarked to him that she didn’t have a wig, nor did the costume come with one, but he mentioned that the photographer liked her red hair better.
Once she had come down though and seen the bare bones set up, as well as the way he stared at her, she began regretting everything.
Part of her wished she would have brought Disha or Hena as a companion, but it was too late now for that.
“Where’s your photographer friend?” She pulled her cape tight around her bare legs and buttocks.
“He’s running late, I just said I would get things set up until he got here.” Sean finished adjust the light and stepped over with a far away look in his eyes.
“You know, I can always come back at a better time-” She began.
“Oh no, no, no. It’s totally fine.” He stepped over to her and she recoiled out of instinct. Seeing this, he backed off.
“I think maybe I should go.” She continued, still wrapping her cape around her like a robe.
“I see,” He bit his lip. “Well, I’m sorry that we couldn’t come to an arrangement…”
“Wait…” She sighed. “I just… I’m sorry. I’m feeling a little exposed in this.” She flapped her cape, and Sean’s eyes over her body.
“Well if you changed your mind, I completely understand.” He continued.
“No, it’s fine,” She sighed. “Let’s just… how far is he?”
“He’s not far, he just asked me to help get some things set up for him,” Sean walked over to the stool set in the middle of the photo area. “Have a seat.”
Alanis stepped over to the stool and took a seat.
Just let him take the pictures, and then get out of here. She took a breath and relaxed.
Then she saw Sean stepping over with several lengths of rope in his hand.
“Whoa, wait, what is that?” She recoiled.
“Oh this,” He looked shocked. “Just part of the photo shoot.”
“Rope? I didn’t agree to any rope.” She stood up.
“Well, he wanted to do a shoot that homaged the classic Mrs. Americana.” Sean still seemed surprised at her hesitation.
“With rope?” She placed her hands on her hips.
“Didn’t you ever watch the show? She got tied up… quite a lot.”
Alanis sighed and looked at the rope in his hands. She had never watched the show, but knew of it’s less than savory reputation. It was looked at as something of a joke now, something old men used to salivate over when they were young, a way of getting their kicks in a time before the internet.
“Fine,” She sighed. “Just… this photo shoot will remain private, right?” Alanis met his gaze, emphasizing the importance of her words.
“Of course, just between us.” He smiled.
“Fine.” She sat in the seat, and placed her hands behind her back.
A moment later, she felt Sean wrapping the ropes around her wrists.
Alanis tried to sit patiently while he tied her up, but she couldn’t help but notice how heavy his breathing was as he secured her wrists together.
She tried to tune it out, or tell herself that he was older and just overexerting herself, but still, that breathing…
Sean finished tying her wrists and then moved to her ankles, still breathing heavy, ragged huffs as he did. She tested the ropes around her wrists and couldn’t believe how tight they were, not enough to be uncomfortable, but they were secure.
“Did you have to tie these so tight?” She complained, once again testing the ropes around her wrists.
“It has to look convincing.” He said between ragged breaths, finishing up her ankles.
Once he was done, Sean stood and stepped away. Alanis tested the ropes around her ankles but they were just as tight as the ones around her wrists, she wouldn’t have been able to stand if she wanted to.
“Now, the final piece.” He stepped over hold two white clothes in his hand.
“What’s that?” She cried, sitting up straight.
“Well, it’s your gag, of course.” He shrugged.
“A gag?” She cried.
“Well yeah, Mrs. Americana had quite the mouth on her, so the bad guys always gagged her to keep her quiet.”
“No,” She shook her head. “No, no, no. No gags.”
“But,” He stepped forward, looking like a child that had just been scolded.
“No, no gags!” She shouted, and he reacted as if her words had stung him.
“But, it has to have a gag.” He stammered.
“No, you know what,” She grunted, working at the ropes around her wrist. “Let me go, untie me.” She twisted and writhed, but the ropes held tight.
“Well, what about our arrangement?” He asked, still looking dumbfounded.
“It’s off! I don’t like being tied up, I don’t like this arrangement, I don’t like this garage, so untie me!”
“Now wait…” He stepped over to her.
“No, untie me now! I’ll scream, I swear!” She didn’t care if Todd found her tied up and half naked in her neighbors garage, she just wanted out.
“Now wait, we had a deal!” Sean blurted.
“Untie me now you old perv! Help! He-ummph!” He rushed forward and shoved one of the cloths in her mouth.
“Hlllllbbbb! Hhmmmmbbb!” She blubbered as Sean used his hand to keep the cloth shoved between her lips.
“Shh! Stop it!” He whispered, trying to calm her.
“Nnnnmmoo! Hlllbb! Hhhhlllpp mmhh!” She tried to kick at him, but Sean stepped out of the way.
“You ungrateful,” He grunted, still keeping his hand over her mouth. “After all I did to help you!”
“Shhttt uuuhhhttt! Yhhh ohhhddd phhhvv!” She responded.
“You know what,” He pulled her up against his body and she felt something hard and throbbing pressing against her lower back as he pulled her against him.
“Ummphhgg! Mmmmph!” She moaned, and he let go of her mouth momentarily.
Alanis tried to spit out the wad of cloth plugging her mouth, but then he pulled the second cloth over her face, pulling it tight between her lips and tying it at the back of her head.
“Ummmph! Mmmmph! Gmmm!” She moaned, kicking and thrashing as he secured the gag.
“Shhh! Shhh!” He stood up, and she could see that he was fully erect under his shorts.
“Hbbbbhh! Hhbbbbpp!” She cried, kicking her feet and thrashing.
“Oh, so you go and tease me like that the other day and now change your mind?” He hissed at her.
“Whhht!” She glared at him.
“Asking me for my help, and then this is how you repay me?” He was glaring at her as he spoke.
“Ffffhhhggg mmmhhoo! Hhhhhllp! Hhhllbbb mmmhhh!” She cried.
“Shit…” He stepped away, and returned with a roll of what looked like medical gauze.
“Nnnnnpph! Nnnnnooh! Stthhhp!” She recoiled, shaking her head as he unspooled the gauze as he approached.
“Sorry, but I need you to be quiet.” With that, he pressed one end of the gauze over her already gagged lips, and then began to wrap it around her mouth, forming layer after layer of the sticky substance over her mouth.