## 50 shades of lame (I hate the title)

Post by Vakira » Sat Apr 26, 2014 12:00 pm

Looking around the house, the party was now in full swing. Gemma, ever the wallflower, scanned around for people she knew or could at least tolerate. As she sheepishly made her way through the crowd, clutching firmly to her drink – a pre-mixed can of gin and tonic, she would have this and two others – she was struck by the number of girls dressed in elaborate and revealing garments.
“Attention seekers” she thought to herself. She had no such desire to stand out, yet part of her wondered how she would look in something racier than the plain, white shirt and brown pants she had she had elected to wear. Were it not for the high-tops, she would be dressed just like her fifth grade teacher. Only with worse glasses.
There was no danger of her attracting anyone’s attention.
Or so she thought.
“Look, it’s Gemma” exclaimed Carly, a girl from her physics class.
“Where?” queried Elise.
“Over there” She responded pointing in Gemma’s direction.
“Wow. Looks like there was no quality control with admission to this party”
“I think she’s friends with Amy, so she got invited that way”
“Does she always tuck her shirt into her pants? And who has their hair up like that?”
As Elise and Carly continued, stood between the two of them with her back to the wall was Rebecca. She remained silent as she observed proceedings with her long blonde cascading down her left shoulder and resting neatly above her cleavage which was accentuated further by the tight, pink tank top she sported. She was not oblivious to the gazes she drew from the males at the party, rather she contemptuously ignored them, revelling in the attention which, in her mind, she fully deserved. Both from them and her lackeys, Elise and Carly. She was every inch the popular girl.
She sipped on her vodka, brushed her hair over her ear and entered into the conversation
“So you don’t like this Gemma girl then?”
“Huh” Carly piped up. “Oh, no, she’s okay, she’s just kind of boring. You can’t get any conversation from her”
“Yeah” Elise concurred.
“Well…” Rebecca began “Let’s see if we can have some fun with her anyway.”
Rebecca began walking off, Elise and Carly followed like puppies following their master.
Over the other side of the room Gemma was looking at the back of a guy’s head, wondering if when he turned round he would have a nice smile. Maybe h would smile at her. They would strike up a conversation, they would hit it off. Maybe she would come out of her shell. Her thoughts suddenly went straight from PG-13 to a hard ‘R’.
Then he turned around.
He caught Gemma mid day-dream with a smirk on her face. He smiled at her puzzlingly and when she realised, she immediately went beet red and glanced down into the drink she was struggling to finish.
He approached her, his large frame began to intimidate her slightly.
“Is it my haircut?” he asked. Gemma had no idea how to respond so just froze.
“It’s my haircut isn’t it? I should stop going to the barbers with a picture of Ryan Seacrest and saying; ‘this please’” He joked.
“No, it’s nice. I’d have it done myself…” As it dawned on her what she had just said, she was actually relieved when they were interrupted. By Rebecca no less.
“Mark” she walked up and stroked his arm as if marking her territory.
“Hi girls” he said with a somewhat casual indifference. Rebecca turned to face Gemma.
“Gemma, is it?”
She sheepishly nodded.
“You’re in Carly’s physics class right?”
“Uh, yes” Gemma watched as Mark nodded to her then left. Rebecca continued.
“So, you know Mark?”
“No, I mean I do. But not really. We have classes together.” She noticed Rebecca wasn’t really listening.
“Why aren’t you wearing any make up?”
The question threw Gemma and she tried to fumble a response.
“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that, I was just thinking because you’re really attractive, but you’re dressed like a librarian on the weekend.”
Gemma had to agree with Rebecca. Even though she was shocked he had the brass to say it.
“I guess”
“Hey…” Rebecca began “I noticed the way Mark was looking at you, like he was interested. Kinda.”
Gemma wasn’t really sure where this was going but allowed her to continue.
“Why don’t you borrow some of my makeup and give yourself a quick makeover? Or better yet, I’ll do it for you!”
“I… I don’t know. I mean… Why?”
“Duh! So Mark won’t be able to resist you!”
Gemma again looked down into her drink and all kinds of sceptical thoughts entered her mind. Maybe she could still leave and go home? She wouldn’t have this problem if she just stayed home and played scrabble with her mother.
“Come on!” Rebecca placed her hand on Gemma’s shoulder. Gemma looked into Rebecca’s eyes and Rebecca tilted her head to the side and smiled.
Against her better judgement, Gemma nodded.
“Okay.” She said, and then proceeded to finish off her drink in an almighty gulp.
“Perfect.” And with that, Rebecca grabbed her hand and led her upstairs to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Gemma was sat on the edge of the bath. She looked around thinking how spacious it was. Rebecca removed a few makeup items from her purse.
“Okay this is good”
She move Gemma to the middle of the bathroom floor and got her to kneel down. Rebecca then stood directly behind her.
“First things first” she stated and with that, she removed a pair of tights from her purse. She took hold of Gemma’s arms and crossed her hands behind her back.
“What are you doing?” Gemma queried with a puzzled tone.
“Oh, this is just to stop you rubbing your eyes or your lips while we do this” Rebecca responded with all the conviction of a sub-standard soap actress. Yet as she knotted the tights securely, Gemma merely allowed it to happen. Gemma then felt a second pair of tights being wrapped around her ankles. Before she could even raise a query, Rebecca interjected.
“Just relax, it’s all part of the makeover”
Gemma wasn’t in any pain from her bonds but could barely move an inch. She could feel how securely the tights held her even through her shit cuffs.
She removed Gemma’s glasses and started off colouring Gemma’s eyes, then added some lip gloss. She intermittently reassured Gemma saying “Just relax” and “It’s looking good”
All Gemma could do was hope she wouldn’t over do it. But all the while, she twisted her wrists around slightly to try and get loose. Rebecca finished off and pulled Gemma to her feet. She placed Gemma’s glasses back on her face.
“I really want to rub my face” Gemma said
“Now let’s do something with this outfit”
Rebecca stood in front of Gemma and unbuttoned three extra buttons on her shirt so it was just above her bra. Gemma wasn’t comfortable with that so she
“Now for the hair” and with that, Rebecca untied Gemma’s hair. It fell down so swiftly and naturally and was surprisingly longer than it looked, the lack of any kind of product needed to achieve this left Rebecca somewhat jealous.
She grabbed Gemma by the arms and stood her on her feet. Just then, Carly and Elise walked in.
“How is it going?” asked Carly.
“Oh we’re just ready for the big reveal” proclaimed Rebecca. She turned Gemma to face the mirror and as her eyes focussed she caught sight of herself.
“Um…” she began “Isn’t it a little much for me?”
“Oh, you don’t like it?” Rebecca asked. But before Gemma could respond, Rebecca interrupted.
“Well I guess we better wash it off then!”
Rebecca grabbed another pair of tights from her purse as Gemma struggled to keep her balance with no support. Carly and Elise flanked Gemma, holding her up while Rebecca approached her with the third pair of tights. She shoved the middle into Gemma’s mouth wrapping it around her head as many times as the elasticity would allow. All three girls were cackling like a coven of witches as Gemma tried in vain to free herself. She wrestled with Elise and Carly, writhing around trying in vain to free herself, but they held her tight and as Rebecca knotted the tights at the side of Gemma’s face, she stepped back and moved towards the shower.
She opened the door and turned on the shower, Gemma’s eyes widened with horror as she realised what was about to happen. Carly and Elise began dragging Gemma to the shower.
“MMMMMHHHH!!! MMHH HHHMM HHH!!!!” She screamed through her gag.
Elise and Carly deposited Gemma into the shower and under the lukewarm water. Within seconds, she was soaked.
The three girls laughed as they watched her sat in the corner of the shower tensing herself up as the water began to chill her.
With that, Elise propped the door of the shower shut with a broom that was in the corner of the room and they left. But not before Rebecca added a final insult.
“There, now you can wash all of that off and get rid of your body odour at the same time!”
And then they were gone.
To be concluded.
Thanks all xxxx
Last edited by Vakira on Sun May 04, 2014 2:33 pm, edited 1 time in total.

### Re: 50 shades of lame

Post by LordNelson » Mon Apr 28, 2014 8:18 am

I'm going to ignore the obvious question "Why did she have so many pairs of tights in her purse?" and just say that I knew girls like that in school and usually avoided them. Had I known that they were so much fun I'd have made more of an effort to get to know them.

### Re: 50 shades of lame (part 2 done - I hate the title)

Post by Vakira » Sun May 04, 2014 2:03 pm

As Gemma sat in the corner of the shower, the water soaking through every last item of her clothing, she honestly couldn’t believe how she’d got herself into this situation. Did she really think girls like that would do her a favour?
She began twisting her wrists around in her bonds, hoping in vain the water might provide enough lubricant to slip her hands out. Alas, it wasn’t to be. It also appeared as though the tights were soaking up more water to become even tighter. She mad an attempt to push into the door with her shoulder. When this failed, she turned her back to the door and pushed against the wall with her bound feet. She felt the give in the thick plastic of the door, but the door itself wouldn’t budge. Defeated, she allowed the water to continue falling on her, the odd sensation of her clothes sticking to her skin and her hair sticking to her face.
Gazing up at the showerhead, she then herd the door open behind her. She immediately tensed up, fearing the girls’ return then she heard a male voice.
“How many damn bathrooms in this place?”
Should she call out? Or bang on the door? How did she know whoever this was wouldn’t just make things worse. Then as she turned around, she saw a large intimidating frame blocking the light.
“You know…” He began. “Most people take their clothes off before going in there.”
It was Mark.
“MMRRRKHHH!!!” Gemma said. Mark removed the broom and opened the door. He smiled kindly as he looked down at Gemma.
“Did you remember to clean behind your ears?”
“Fffffkkkkkk Uuuuuhhhhhhh!!!”
He laughed as he leaned in and turned off the shower. He placed his hands in her armpits and lifted her up as water poured from her like a freshly dipped sponge. Before he could say another smart-alec remark, Gemma slipped trying to put her feet on the floor, launching straight into Mark and with an almighty thud, they hit the floor.
Gemma was directly on top of Mark who had narrowly missed hitting his head on the bathroom wall. As she lay there in shock he began laughing. He rolled Gemma onto her side so she wa now directly on the bathroom floor. Mark sat up and surveyed how wet he was thanks to the Gemma-shaped wet patch he had acquired.
“What am I going to do with you?” he joked. Mark leaned over and removed her gag. She could feel how cold the floor was on her soaking wet body
“So how did this happen?”
“Oh, the other girls, Rebecca and Carly…” she trailed off.
“Ah, The Bitches of Eastwick”
Gemma smiled.
Mark untied Gemma’s feet and helped her up. He stood right up close and brushed the wet hair from her eyes. She looked into his eyes and was no longer conscious of being cold or tied up. She also hadn’t noticed how see through her shirt was as Mark stole frequent glances at her, now visible bra.
“Kiss me” she said. Why not? What else did she have to lose? She was cold, wet, sober and would later remember she had a $20 bill in her pocket.
Mark stepped back
“Don’t tell me what to do biatch!” he said in an exceedingly poor man’s 50 cent impression.
Just as a look of total dejection appeared on Gemma’s face he kissed her. Intensely.
“I do what I want!” Mark added.
“So, you think you can undo me know?”
“Sure”
And with that, Mark began unfastening the buttons on her shirt.
“Uh, I meant my hands Mark”
“I know” he admitted and as he peeled away the shirt from her body. He paused briefly staring at her cherry red, polka dot bra. He spun her around and untied her wrists. She turned back to face him both of them standing there shirtless. But before he could throw the tights away, Gemma grabbed hold and pulled Mark’s hands together.
She wrapped the tights around his crossed hands, each time pulling it tighter and with a swift tug a final knot. Mark tried to free his hands but they were lashed tight. Even with his large frame he was suddenly rendered helpless. Gemma picked up one of the other discarded pairs of tights and wrung them out in the bathtub. Mark just simply watched the girl with the polka dot bra and the squelching brown pants as she placed herself behind him and using the tights, fashioned a blindfold over Mark’s eyes.
“Moist” he exclaimed. He heard a big, wet flop sound.
“What was that?”
“My pants” Gemma answered.
“Feels much better taking them off. Now…” She made her way towards Mark.
“Let’s even this up”
With that, she grabbed Mark’s belt, swiftly unfastened it, and unzipped his fly. He was clearly enjoying himself from the look on his face. She pulled his jeans down to his ankles and he stepped out of them without being prompted. She paused a moment.
“Superman undies?” she queried.
“….Yes” Mark responded, not knowing if this was good or bad in Gemma’s eyes. He wasn’t really sure what Gemma was doing now, but she was silent. He took a few seconds to remember her name before calling out.
“Gemma?”
“Coming” she placed his tied hands behind her head and pressed her body up against him. She yanked off his blindfold and after a second of adjusting to the light, he looked down and confirmed his suspicions.
Gemma was now completely naked.
“I still need to wash behind my ears” she said. A wry smile broke out over his face and he kissed her again.
Carly and Elise were making their way up the stairs behind Rebecca who nursing another drink was already in full self-congratulation mode for the execution of the scheme.
“You reckon she’s okay?” Carly asked with the faintest modicum of concern.
“Wet, probably” Rebecca answered. Elise let out a faint, sycophantic laugh as they approached the outside of the bathroom.
“So do we let her out now?” Carly asked.
“Well…” began Rebecca. “If she’s been good and learnt her lesson, maybe she can catch the last hour of the party. Maybe”
What the lesson was wasn’t explained, as before another word could be uttered, they opened the door of the bathroom to be met with a barrage of steam. As they made their way over to the shower, the door opened and like an angry shopkeeper chasing away pesky neighbourhood kids, Mark stepped out in his birthday suit.
He kept one foot in the shower and held the door to hide his lower extremities from the girls. The three of them froze not knowing how to react.
“You DID forget to lock the door” He said to Gemma as she poked her head around the door for a peek. She clocked her eyes on the three girls whose expressions had lost all sense of satisfaction and was now one of utter shock and slight annoyance on the part of Rebecca.
“Hi girls.” She said, beaming “You might want to give it a few minutes”
“Like 30” Mark added.
Rebecca screwed up her face and stormed out of the door. Carly and Elise, momentarily confused, then followed.
And with that they were gone.
“That is NOT what happened!” Jenny had stopped drinking her coffee temporarily in sheer disbelief. She looked over at Gemma who, after supping on her cappuccino and taking a moment to lick her lips, brushed her hair back and responded purely with a knowing smile.
“You had sex in Amy’s shower?” Jenny continued.
“Oh no” Gemma said. “But we did…. A lot”
Jenny then looked over at Alex as if to prompt her into making her own objection to Gemma’s story. Alex was simply playing with her earrings as usual.
“How come that girl had so many pairs of tights in her purse anyway?”
Gemma shrugged.
“Bladder problems?”
The girls fell about laughing. Gemma glanced around, noticing just how many people at the café were now staring in their direction. Alex covered her mouth to try and gag herself and Jenny, as ever not one to give a damn, just pounded the table with her fist. Jenny then snorted so loudly they began laughing even harder.
It was like they were 17 all over again.
“So is that really how it happened?” Alex asked.
“Yeah. More or less.” Gemma answered
“Oh, more or less!?” Jenny interjected.
Gemma rolled her eyes and reached into her purse.
“Okay, look girls, SOME artistic licence was taken with the details, but that is the truth of what happened.” She pulled out a few dollars from her purse and placed it on the table.
“Tell you what…” she began “Next time how about we scrutinise the details of how YOU met YOUR husbands?”
She stood up to leave and Alex and Jenny stood up with her. She gave them each a hug and as she walked off Alex remembered to ask “OH! You’re still coming to my birthday this weekend?”
“Of course!” Gemma responded “Now I really should go, I left him tied up nearly 2 hours ago!”
And with that, she left.
The End
(FYI, I really hate the title of this story)

### Re: 50 shades of lame (I hate the title)

Post by LordNelson » Mon May 05, 2014 3:14 pm

Don't sweat the title, not every one can be a winner. I was once dumb enough to change a title a few days after posting when I thought of a better one. I'm sure a few hundred readers were not impressed to find a story they had read before.
Nice to have a happy ending, there have been a few stories posted lately that have been entertaining but a little extreme.

### Re: 50 shades of lame (I hate the title)

Post by Headmistress » Sat May 17, 2014 9:37 pm

Great story. I really enjoyed it.
I suppose it will always be a mystery why Rebecca had so many tights in her purse!