Fridays Are the Worst?

Postby cloudy14 » Fri Apr 10, 2015 7:50 am

“Seriously Nick, I can’t talk right now but I’ll call you as soon as I’m off work and driving over, k? Can’t wait for tonight!” Abbi hung up the phone while waving the last employee out the door. Fortunately, her boss assigned her only a few minor tasks before closing up and heading to the big costume party with her new date. An executive assistant’s job never seemed to be over...except on weekends of course! Not wanting to miss a second of the fun, Abbi had brought her outfit to the office ready to change while everyone was gone. After the scheduling was completed, she stripped off her professional attire and began to change.

“Yeah, maybe a little cliche but I don’t think he’ll be able to keep his eyes off of me in this.” Abbi stood in front of her bosses mirror: The sexy brunette was wearing a complete bunny girl costume. Ears. Tail. Bow tie. The works. The bright yellow leotard corset accented her tanned features and full breasts, lifting them high and tight, while the sheer black leggings clung to her thighs and calves, “concealing” just enough of her rear end as well. She kicked up one leg teasingly and admired her shiny yellow heels worn especially for the occasion. The club would be dark, but she made sure to be bright and at the center of attention tonight.

Re: Fridays Are the Worst?

Postby cloudy14 » Fri Apr 10, 2015 7:57 am

As she strode to the filing room to get the keys for Mr. Philips’ office, Abbi shrieked and tried to cover herself. “LAUREN WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!?! W-WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!?!” Lauren, this summer’s college intern for the corporation, stood awkwardly and simply stared in disbelief at Abbi. She was wearing a costume too! The bookish but cute little blonde had on an extremely tight black-and-white striped club dress and polished white heels with a novelty burglar mask around her eyes.

“ABBI?!” she squealed, I gather you must be going to The Spot tonight too!”

“Err...yeah but Lauren, you’re not 21...and do you even party? Not insulting you or anything but...”

“I know what you’re thinking. Look, working here has made me totally realize I have to “live it up” before I graduate. Besides, I’ve got a cousin bartending tonight so I’m covered. This is just too bizarre seeing each other like this though, and um, may I add you look incredible.”

Abbi, calming down and turning a shade red, returned the compliment, “Awwww thanks! Be careful not to show off those legs like that around here or Mr. Philips will have to hire you full-time.” Lauren giggled and smiled wide.

“Come on, let’s lock up and get out of here.”

“Go ahead Abbi, I’ll be 2 seconds, just have to categorize this report.”

Abbi turned and walked out towards the main room, her shifting hips bouncing the cotton tail.

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Re: Fridays Are the Worst?

Postby cloudy14 » Fri Apr 10, 2015 9:34 am

“Hey Abbi!” Lauren called as she closed up the file room, “Do you think I can ride with you? I took the bus this morning and really don’t know how comfortable I’d be on th...”

Lauren rounded the corner only to see a well dressed, heavy set woman pointing a small pistol directly at her face. Clutched in the woman’s other arm was Abbi, well silenced with a hand over her mouth and nose, struggling for breath.

“Mmrrrmph mmph! Hheellhhmmmph!”

“Another little bimbo dressing the part I see! I promise to have you both come out of this without a scratch...and without your dignity”, said the woman. “No shouting now, but please be seated ladies!”

She took her hand off of Abbi’s mouth and shoved her forward towards Lauren.

“I expected Sherman to have a stable of vixens around here but dressed this garishly? Honestly, I haven't a clue why I married the man. Hands behind backs now girls!”

Abbi and Lauren glanced at one another nervously, slowly putting their arms behind them as they sat on two plush reception area chairs.

“Ahh wonderful, sweet cooperation!”

Mr. Philips’ wife produced neatly wrapped coils upon coils of thin but strong white rope from her gaudy handbag and set to tying Lauren first saying, “One must always be prepared for unlikely circumstances, you know.” Both girls sat obediently as Lauren became more and more ensnared in the knots, her breasts framed and lashed, elbows and wrists secure, ropes digging into her ankles and knees as the woman placed a final knot atop the captured robber’s bare thighs. Unfortunately, the woman did fast and remarkably good ropework.

Being eternally curious despite the situation and her discomfort, Lauren couldn’t help but politely ask her captor, “W-where did you learn to tie knots like this? They look and feel rather advanced.”

“Careful eye my masked harlot! I suppose Sherman was kind enough to afford me a good many years of luxury, and sailing clubs and maritime sport are simply divine IF you can pay the dues.” As Lauren sat, she began slowing testing her bonds being careful not to struggle too much in front of her captor.

“Now for you, Spring Rabbit!” The woman approached a clearly panicking Abbi and set to work on her, Lauren thinking that maybe chatting up the woman would lend her and her coworker a more favorable fate.

“If you think we provide additional...services to your husband than just our assigned duties Mrs. Philips, you don’t need to worry, we were just on our way to a party.”

“Believable, believable, but despite this I require much more than just petty revenge on Sherman’s ‘employees’. And in any case my freckled fae, I’ve come too far to cease. Now dear, mind that tongue please.”

As this was going on, Abbi felt the hard tugs of rope across her nylon thighs and wrists and kept quiet, worrying, “Even if I get out of this alive and with my job there is no way in Hell I’m seeing Nick tonight..and to think I’d be getting tied up for the first time WITHOUT a man!”

“Splendid! Trussed and neat like two pretty packages!”

The women were absolutely a sight to savor, looking more like models for an elaborate photoshoot than two American working girls down on their luck. Lauren sat straight and tall, not moving much to conserve energy. The little ‘robber’ dress remained atop her thighs for the moment, but Lauren knew all too well this would change once she had an opportunity to act. Next to her, Abbi squirmed her hips and arms occasionally, her breasts shifting slightly higher from the corset, heels beginning to emit little squeaks as she tried to loosen her long legs. She was already becoming red of face and in the early stages of having a fit.

“Well, it was lovely to chat but I have a safe to plunder and a flight to board. A gift for each of you now as a reward for good behavior.” Mrs. Philips dug in her handbag a final time and revealed two strips of long and crisp black cloth.

“Please Mrs. Philips! No one will hear uttthhhmmmmphh! She had casually walked behind Abbi and placed the cloth over her mouth just below the nose, securely tying it across Abbi’s lips the way it was done in the old pulps and detective serials the scorned wife still enjoyed.

“At the very least this manner of silence is civilized, ladies. Let no man or woman say that Penelope-Rose Sherman left this country a barbarian!”

Lauren turned and shot a look at Abbi, silently mouthing the word “Quiet” at her partner in distress, keeping Abbi from doing any protesting at the moment. With her big doe eyes filling with tears, Abbi nodded in confirmation.

“Absolutely Mrs. Philips. Despite the awful circumstances my coworker and I are caught in, I’m glad that we are bound and gagged by a woman of class.” That last line of bullshit was Lauren’s final hope that the woman may be charmed into leaving Lauren as is.

“Bless you, dear. However, your face and manners make me think “angel” but your attire and exposure remind me of the hussy little pixie you really are.”

Well it was worth a shot. Lauren rolled her eyes and sighed with a huff of annoyance as the cloth went across her mouth. She was starting to get marginally concerned too though, since the bonds and even the gag proved extremely secure. This would be a tough scenario to get out of...
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Re: Fridays Are the Worst?

Postby cloudy14 » Fri Apr 10, 2015 9:40 am

Hey guys, let me know if I should keep going. I don't know what styles of story people like on this site but I enjoy sharing them with you all.

Re: Fridays Are the Worst?

Postby Headmistress » Sat Apr 11, 2015 5:45 am

I'm enjoying the story very much.

I look forward to the next part.

Re: Fridays Are the Worst?

Postby cloudy14 » Sat Apr 11, 2015 8:55 am

“Wull wun thing fo shor, thuh bith cun tie uh gud knot”, Lauren quietly hummed.

10 long minutes had gone by while the girls watched helplessly through the glass office doors from the reception area as the boss’ crazy wife began loading financials and payments into her never ending purse. Lauren was right, the ropes were going to be extremely difficult to get out of. It was true that the girls wouldn’t be able to shout loud enough for anyone to hear, but thankfully the over-the-mouth gags lended themselves to mumbled conversation that could be deciphered if they each listened carefully.

“Huv uhm planm uhm guething?” said Abbi.

“Mhm. Wuh nud tuh waith tull shes gunn”.

In the meantime, Lauren was methodically rubbing her wrists back and forth in an attempt to see if the rope could be worn down with enough time, her perky breasts going slowly from side to side. Her legs were still bent at the knees on the chair, her heels elevating the calves and revealing lines of toned muscle. Abbi struggled more dramatically, shaking her head knocking off her bunny ears and craning her neck, fingers extended and reaching out from the strain of the ropes against her torso and elbows. She bucked and kicked occasionally, lifting her nylon-sheathed legs high and bringing them to the floor softly, her crotch tighter from the nylon stockings and corset being wedged uncomfortably from the struggle. Mrs. Philips finally emerged from the office, smiling proudly and piggish. Both girls remained frozen in their chairs, waiting desperately for the woman to announce her departure.

“Thank you again dears for your patience and understanding.”

“Mmmph hhmm mmmph hhmm!” Abbi and Lauren grunted in unison.

“Upon further consideration, I’d find it would afford me more "wiggle room", AND make your inevitable schemes all the more difficult if I separated you two. Apologies girls, sincerest apologies.”

Their chests became heavy: The only way they could get out of their bonds in a reasonable amount of time was to coordinate untying one another. The poor girls were starting to really panic now and felt their skin flush hot, hearts beating fast. The woman naturally selected Lauren of the two as she was the smallest, and hoisted the coed off the chair in a remarkable heave over her shoulder, Lauren’s dress doing nothing now to cover the backs of her legs, ropes sunken tightly into her upper thighs. Abbi helplessly mmphed into her gag as she stared hopelessly into Lauren's masked eyes, the sultry bunny now writhing with all the strength she could muster, her breasts approaching dangerously close to bursting out of the costume.
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