8 . #2
But Disha only nodded, opened the door, and stepped out of the car. Hena sat for a minute, sighed, and then followed. Even though it was the middle of October, the Florida heat hadn’t subsided, and both women got blasted with humidity as soon as they stepped outside.
“Hena don’t clutch your robe so close to you.” Disha commanded as she strolled up the front steps to the house and rang the door bell.
Hena felt her heart flutter as they waited on the porch. Several minutes passed and she let herself breath a little in relief. Maybe he wasn’t home? Disha ranged the bell again, sending a fresh flutter through Disha’s chest.
As they waited, Disha looked around the porch, her eyes settling on the sheet covered dummy with the jack o’lantern head.
Did it just make a sound?
Hena stared at the grinning jack o’lantern face, and thought that she heard yet another sound come from it, and reached out to Disha when the door opened and they were greeted with Sean’s confused face.
“Why, hello Sean!” Disha smiled, striking a pose with her hand on her hip.
Hena smiled and copied the motion, forgetting about the Halloween dummy.
“Oh, umm…” He stammered, gawking at both girls.
“You must remember us, I’m Disha, and this is Hena. We shot a couple photo shoots in your yard!”
“Right, right…” He smiled at them, but still not hiding his confusion.
“Could we come in?” Disha pushed forward.
“I… uh…” He began, but it was too late, Disha was already stepping inside, followed by Hena.
“Oh, sure…” Sean stammered as both robe clad women stepped into his house.
Hena closed the door behind her and looked around, half expecting to see Alanis tied up in a corner somewhere.
“What… uh… to what do I owe the pleasure?” The way Sean looked at both of them set Hena on edge.
It was the same way he looked at them when they were doing shoots in his yard, not like they were pieces of meat, but more like…
More like they were prey.
“Well, it’s such a hot day outside.” Disha theatrically rubbed her forehead.
“So hot…” Hena fanned herself.
“And well, all of the pools are closed this time of year, and there’s so many creeps on the beaches, girls like us don’t feel comfortable.” Disha pouted.
“Not comfortable at all.” Hena added.
“But then we remembered this place, and just how lovely and inviting that pool of yours looked.” Disha began to undo the sash on her robe.
“Oh so lovely.” Hena smiled.
“So we were wondering if maybe we could come by for a little swim.” Disha shrugged out of her robe, and Sean’s jaw dropped.
She stood before him clad in her skimpiest bikini, a golden sling.
It crisscrossed across her muscular shoulders and then down along her lower back before meeting just above her firm buttocks and then forming a thing string running between her cheeks.
Then the swimsuit covered between her legs before separating into two wide strips which ran up her front, covering her natural breasts while exposing her entire chest and flat, solid stomach.
Sean barely had time to finish gawking at Disha before Hena removed her robe, exposing her much smaller, much more revealing slingshot bikini.
She was shorter, and much curvier than the other girl, and her sling looked almost like a collection of knots and strings.
Two black strips covered her nipples, leaving the rest of her breasts exposed, and then two thin strings ran under her large breasts to between her legs, and then up through her buttocks.
While Disha’s swim suit formed a thong that ran along her hips and hugged her form, the back of Hena’s swimsuit was just a solid strip that ran up between her buns, and did not touch her back until it reached her shoulders, giving the impression that she was walking around with a wedgie almost.
“And we got these new swimsuits that we couldn’t wait to try on.” Disha stuck out her hip and smiled, and Hena mimicked the motion.
“Oh uh, well…” Sean tried to pick his jaw up from the floor.
“Why don’t you show me where the pool is.” Disha walked over to him and hooked her arm in his, turning him towards the kitchen.
As she did, Hena reached behind her back, feeling for the plastic ring at the back of her neck where the pieces of the swimsuit came together, and shifted it.
Immediately, the pieces of the suit that covered her breasts fell.
She let out a little squeak and covered her nipples as the suit fell around her shoulder.
Though she was supposed to feign embarrassment, she felt herself flush and turn red when Sean turned, his eyes practically bugging out of his skull.
“Oh, I… I think my suit needs adjusting.” Hena stammered, pressing her legs together and shifting her shoulders.
Sean just started, bug-eyed.
“Can I use your bathroom to… well…” Hena shrugged.
“Oh… yeah… it’s…” He shook his head.
“Oh I remember.” Hena smiled and shuffled towards the stairs, giving him a view of her ass as she did. The string in the back of the swimsuit was currently clenched between her cheeks and was the only thing keeping her from totally nudity.
“Come on, show me that pool while she gets herself adjusted.” Disha led Sean outside while Hena continued to make a show of shuffling towards the stairs.
Once Hena heard the back door open and close, she stopped and re-secured her bikini at the back of her neck.
Once she was sure that the revealing swimsuit wouldn’t actually come undone, she began to tip-toe up the stairs, hoping that Disha would be able to keep Sean busy long enough for her to do a complete sweep of the house.
***
Disha had deliberately picked out a swimsuit that would be revealing and evocative, something that would disarm her perverted prey and get him to lower his guard, and by all accounts it appeared that she had succeeded, as she could feel Sean’s eyes on her ass the entire time as they stepped outside.
“Oh what a wonderful day outside.” She stretched, turned to him, and smiled.
He snapped his attention away from her derriere and gave her a lopsided smile.
“Uh yeah, it is.”
“Well let’s go up by the pool, get some sun.” She took his hand, and began to lead him up the set of stairs leading to the deck.
“Oh uhh, wait…” Sean stopped and tugged at her.
“What is it?” She batted her eyes at him.
Is he getting suspicious? She wondered. Anyone with a brain would get suspicious at two scantily clad women showing up unannounced at their door, but she hoped the amount of skin they were showing and the charm offensive would be enough to keep Sean thinking with his penis, not his brain.
“I… don’t have my swim trunks.” He fumbled.
“You don’t need them.” She retorted.
“Well I… only have this.” He motioned to the dark t-shirt and tan shorts he had on.
“Swim in those, don’t swim in anything at all, or you can watch me.” She smiled and continued up the stairs.
“Hold up,” He ran and intercepted her. “Why don’t we go inside and get a drink first?”
He smiled again, trying to to lay on the charm, but it failed. Sean had zero charisma.
“We can get a drink in a minute, I just need to take a dip.” She pushed forward.
Disha knew she had to keep him outside for as long as possible so Hena could look around.
“Well I mean…” He stammered.
“You know what?” She leaned forward.
“Yes?” He replied.
“I’m gonna need someone to oil me up, why don’t you help me with that, and then we can grab drinks?” She giggled.
He backed up and his jaw dropped, no doubt images of his hands rubbing oil over her naked body filling his head. Disha continued to smile while pushing back the urge to vomit and used his temporary hesitancy to push past him and up to the pool.
“Oh I can’t tell you how many times I imagined taking a dip in this pool, it looks so refreshing and –” She stopped as she stepped up onto the pool deck.
“Hlllmph! Hmmm ggmmph!” The gagged woman called.
Disha’s jaw dropped. Sitting on a beach chair – no, taped to a beach chair, was an Asian woman, maybe a little older than Disha.
She wore a black thong bikini, but the bikini top was pulled down to reveal her large, perky breasts covered in tanning oil.
Her hands were taped to the armrest by clear packing tape, and her ankles were taped together as well.
The clear tape wrapped around her mouth, and then was pulled across it, around the back of the chair, and to the front, and then tape ran from her forehead to the back of the chair as well, keeping her in a reclining position.
Disha felt her stomach shrivel to the size of a nut as she stared at the bound and helpless woman.
This had been what she had hoped for, proof that Sean was a kidnapper, but now that she had found it, all that she could feel was cold, icy fear.
She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on edge and then a shadow fell over her as Sean came up behind her.
Disha ran forward, feeling his hands clutch at her. He found the back of her slingshot and pulled, causing her to cry out as she felt the thong ride up her back side. A second later, his hand covered her mouth, muffling her cries.
“Ummm hmmph mmm!” She cried, twisting and writhing in his grasp.
Sean yanked on the thong, giving her the world’s worst wedgie, and lifted her off her feet, and still keeping one hand over her mouth and the other pulling on her thong, carried her over to the beach chair where the other bound woman struggled.
“Hllp! Ummm hmmph! Hllplh!” She blubbered, her feet dangling in the air as she felt her thong riding further up her ass.
Disha kicked and struggled, trying to wriggle out of his grasp as he brought her over towards the beach chair. Then Disha noticed the roll of clear tape sitting on a table next to the bound woman.
“Nnnnoooh! Nnnnpph! Hnnnaa hhppmp!” Disha cried.
But Sean was much stronger than he looked and he easily carried her kicking and struggling towards the other bound woman.
“Hllmp! Hlll nnnn-nnnnbbbb!” Sean shoved Disha’s face forward, burying it between the breasts of the already taped woman,
“Hbbbb bbbmm hhmm!” She cried, feeling herself pressed between the other woman’s heaving bosoms as Sean grabbed one of her flailing arms, then the other, and began taping them together.