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“You look like the type of guy who likes to relax.” Helena leaned close to Bella, pressing her bikini clad breasts against the other woman’s chest.
“Why don’t you come over, and see what these hands can do.” Bella added, giving the young man her “look.”
Helena had seen that look of Bella’s many times in the past year they had spent together.
It was a look of longing, yearning for something only that person could give her.
The look also was a challenge, begging someone to step up and answer it.
She knew it well because Helena was as helpless to resist the look as the young man on the boardwalk.
In her old life, he wouldn’t have been Helena’s type, but he was cute.
He was tall, well built, with a quiet, inquisitive nature about him, and thin spectacles on a handsome face with a strong jawline, and curly reddish brown hair, and wore a baggy tank top and board shorts.
The nerdy type usually wasn’t Helena’s thing, but this guy had it working for him.
But that old life, the life of a carefree college girl, seemed like lifetimes ago. Now she was trying to start a new life in Marston’s Pointe with Bella.
“Come on, you don’t want to try?” Helena batted her eyes at the boy and gestured to the alley behind them.
Two gorgeous, bikini clad women luring young men into alley ways seemed like a recipe for disaster, but Helena and Bella made it work as they attempted to establish their business in Marston’s Pointe.
“What kind of massage is this?” Said the young man, gesturing to the sign the two women held between them.
“The best kind, come on and see.” Bella turned around, motioning to the alley while giving him a view of her butt cheeks in her blue thong, which matched her bikini top.
Helena followed suit, showing him her yellow thong, also matching her top. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the young man look around nervously, as if expecting someone to chide him for being tempted, but in Marston’s Pointe “Chinatown” nobody cared. In fact, most looked the other way.
“We don’t bite, unless you want us to.” Bella winked.
With a final look around, the young man shuffled over towards them. Both girls giggled and strutted down the alleyway, looking over their shoulder at him. His eyes never left their rear ends.
It had been a long year of globe hopping alongside Bella, always trying to maintain a low profile, always trying to stay ten steps ahead of their mysterious former kidnappers.
Both women had set rules for each other: never go out alone, never talk to strange men, and never contact anyone from their old lives.
The last was the hardest for Helena, she wanted to talk to her father, to her old friends from school, but despite everything, despite being a prisoner of a slaver group for a year, a part of her, a strange, bitter part of her wanted to know about Bobby and Selene.
Were they still together? Or did they fall apart?
Did Bobby find another woman after he got bored with Selene, or had she found another man because Bobby wasn’t shiny and new anymore.
There were times when she thought about looking them up on social media, but Bella had forbade any social media use, telling her that their former kidnappers would be watching that.
“They don’t like when people escape them, it makes them look weak. I’ve seen them scour the ends of the Earth for people who have gotten away.” Bella insisted.
As for her fellow fugitive from bondage, Helena still knew very little about Bella other than what she learned on that first day of freedom, that she had been a masseuse on a cruise line.
When Helena pressed further, asking if Bella had friends or family, Bella would shrug and say “it doesn't matter now, does it?”
It seemed that all Bella cared about was survival.
The only joy she seemed to get was in the evenings, when she took Helena to bed.
Helena was helpless to resist Bella when she gave her that look, the look she had given so many men, and then when she touched her with those hands.
There had been many nights when Helena threatened to leave, saying that she wanted to go out, wanted a life and to meet people.
During that tense time, Bella would always give her that look of hers, and then Helena would become putty in the other woman’s hands again.
But the next morning, Bella’s looks and her magical hands weren’t enough for Helena, and again she would threaten to leave, reach out to her father, go out dancing.
Eventually, all of the arguments and threats must have worn Bella down, and she finally agreed that they would find a spot to settle down, a place to stop running.
That place became Marston’s Pointe.
They came up with a plan to find a spot and open a massage parlor.
Bella would teach Helena everything she knew, and they would build a new life.
Marston’s Pointe was a small, beach side town that seemed like southern California’s best kept secret.
Nobody seemed to have heard of the town but in the summer it drew a tourist crowd thanks to the beaches.
As far as Bella was concerned, it was perfect for their business.
Helena was satisfied with it as well. The town seemed to draw plenty of young people in the summer months, so she would have ample opportunity to make new friends.
But their business wasn’t just a massage parlor, and the two women knew they needed a spot that was discreet but also had foot traffic. Then they discovered the Chinatown, just off of the boardwalk. It seemed to be an area of the town that not even the local police ventured to. It would be perfect.
Several months in, and their business was booming. It seemed that Marston’s Pointe was full of people looking for a massage and maybe more, as their new customer was about to find out.
Both women bounced down the alley until they reached the door to the massage parlor, then opened it, and ushered the young man inside.
“See, nice, cozy, and private.” Bella smiled at the man while Helena hooked his arm.
“Let’s show you to one of our rooms, you won’t want to leave.” Helena guided him to a curtain at the back of the lobby, pulled it aside, and brought him into a hallway lined with doors on either side.
Both women smiled and giggled as they guided him to the first door and opened it, revealing, and opulent, spacious room with a cushioned massage table at the center.
“Why don’t you lay down, let us take the reins from here.” Bella smiled, bending over the table so the young man could get a nice view of her large breasts pressing against her bikini top.
“Uhh, actually, this isn’t the kind of fun I had in mind.” The young man stuttered, and then looked over the two women with a hesitant glance.
“Oh, and what kind of fun did you have in mind?” Bella came around the table and leaned against it.
Helena stepped back, thinking that she had an idea of what the young man had in mind.
“Well, I’ve heard that this is a place…” He stammered.
“Hey, it’s okay, you can speak your mind here.” Helena leaned on him from behind, trying to help him relax.
“Well, I heard it… you… well…” He continued.
Helena massaged his shoulders, hoping it would help him loosen up. Though her hands were nowhere near as talented as Bella’s, she still knew how to make anyone lose tension.
“Umm, can dominate someone?” He squeaked.
Both Bell and Helena shared a look and smiled at each other, then a giggle.
“Umm if it isn’t, that’s cool too.” The young man began to shrink back.
“Oh no, no, no. You have come to the exact right place.” Bella stepped over and placed an arm over his shoulder.
“I have?” He stammered as both women lead him over to a wall.
“Yes you have, and what you heard was correct.” Helena giggled, keeping her arm on his other shoulder.
The young man’s gaze shifted between both women, no doubt hundreds of different scenarios running through his head.
“So, one of you?” His eyes were wide and hopeful.
“We’re just… your hosts, if you will.” Bella answered, used to that question by now.
“But I think you’ll like who we have for you.” Helena smiled, and then stepped over to the wall.
She pulled open a secret panel on the wall and pressed a button, and a moment later the wall slid aside, revealing a hidden room filled with whips, chains, ropes, gags, and every other kind of restraint imaginable.
Strapped to a table in the center of the room, lying on her back, and completely naked, was Kira. She was gagged with a leather muzzle much like she kept Bella and Helena when they were her prisoners.
“Nnnnnph! Mmmph! Nnnooh!” She moaned, seeing Bella leading the young man over to her.
“Come meet Kira, our play thing, and now she’s yours too.” Bella stood over the bound woman and rubbed a hand over one of her bare breasts.
“Stthhp! Hmmph!” Kira moaned, twisting against the restraints holding her down.
Helena stood back and watched as the young man gawked at Kira with hungry eyes.
Their former captor had been very lucrative for them, especially after their escape, when neither woman had any money.
Bella began to charge men on the street for the privilege of playing with the dominatrix turned bondage slave, and soon people began to pay high prices for some alone time with the curvy, mediterranean woman.
Now, Kira had become the prize bread winner of the massage parlor.
“Come on, give her a squeeze.” Bella gestured to the bound, naked woman.
The young man leaned over Kira and grasped one of her bare breasts.
“Ummmph!” She moaned.
Bella giggled. It seemed that she never got tired of seeing her former captor being groped and humiliated by paying customers.
“Just feel this ass, how lovely and full it is.” Bella slapped one of Kira’s bulbous cheeks.
“Hrrggg!” Kira protested.
The young man followed Bella’s exampled, and squeezed one of Kira’s buttocks.
“Sthhhp!” The gagged woman glared at him.
While their client and Bella were distracted with the bound woman, Helena backed out of the room.
Kira’s muffled cries faded into the background as she stepped into the hall, and then shut the door to the room, and then stepped out into the lobby and into a room behind the front desk.