by Ciara Jones
“That’s strike one, babe,” she said. She walked towards Moira and kissed her again, deeper even than before. Moira felt she was melting. The humiliation, the thrill, the terror, it was all too much. She needed that orgasm, even more than before. But Kaye was cruel. She caressed Moira’s cheek, and when she was done kissing, she let her hand fall down. To the zipper.
“No!” Moira pleaded softly.
“Hmm?” said Kaye. She pulled the zipper a few inches down.
“Please! Please!”
“Please what?” A few more inches.
“Please don’t take the hoodie off me!”
“Why?” Another inch.
“I’m naked!”
“Yeah?”
“Yes!”
“You’re naked?”
“Yes!”
“Out here where anyone can see?”
“Yes! Yes!”
“Why is that?”
“You tied me up and wouldn’t let me take my clothes!”
“That’s a lie,” said Kaye. “I let you have a hoodie.”
She pulled the zipper down even farther. Moira was showing quite a lot of cleavage. She took a reflexive step backwards. Bad move. Kaye held onto the zipper and it pulled down even further. It was under Moira’s breasts, exposing large amounts of inner boob.
Suddenly, headlights, coming through the mist behind them. Moira turned, terrified, as a car approached from the far end of the street.
“Please, Kaye! Please!”
Kaye paused, seemingly in deep consideration. The car was getting closer, moving barely twenty miles per hour. In a few moments it would pass the two girls. And one of them would be totally exposed, if Kaye wanted it that way.
She was merciful. Slowly, she zipped the zipper back up a few inches. Moira sighed in relief. And then growled in frustration when Kaye left the zipper between her breasts, leaving an uncomfortable amount of cleavage on top. Moira faced away from the car as it passed behind her. It did not honk or slow down. The eddies of wind that trailed behind the car tickled her legs and caused the hoodie to rise just a bit. Then it was just the two girls again, alone in the silent city.
“Come on then,” said Kaye, turning and marching away down the street. “Or I’m keeping the hoodie and leaving you here.” Moira blushed and followed behind her. There was nothing else to do.
On the cross-street, the cobblestones gave way to pavement. This would have been a blessed relief if not for the fact that it led down a hill. That’s Europe for you. Cobblestones and hills. Moira’s already slow pace became a crawl as she navigated her way down the decline, trying not stumble in her heels.
Kaye was having no trouble. She was moving farther and farther ahead. Moira had no desire to be left alone on this hillside, and a fall could be dangerous if she had no arms to protect herself with.
“Kaye! Kayyye!” she whisper-shouted. Kaye turned to look back at her.
“Kaye, I need help. I can’t get down this on my own.”
“Really? Girl, can’t you walk in heels?”
“This is dangerous, Kaye. Please, just help me.”
“I’ll help you for two more inches.”
“Huh?”
“Off the zipper. Two more. Your call.”
Two more inches and it would be down past her nipples. She might be able to keep her breasts hidden, but if she moved too suddenly one of them might pop out.
One of her heels landed weird and her foot went sideways. She managed to right herself in time. Her heart pounded.
“Help me!”
“Okay.”
Kaye walked back up the hill towards Moira. She was sure Kaye was going to yank the zipper down further, but she didn’t. Just grabbed Moira on both hips and pulled her close, sharing her weight, guiding her down each step. Moira smelled Kaye’s shampoo and had a sudden vision of them fucking, right there in the street. Gawkers could watch, police could come, and they wouldn’t care, just fuck like animals in the mist until the sunrise.
She pushed the image away and focused on her steps. They reached the bottom of the hill with no issue. Moira felt grateful for the help. She leaned over to give Kaye a kiss. Kaye responded by grabbing the zipper and yanking it down further.
“Hey!” said Moira, shaking Kaye’s hand away. The zipper was below her breasts, a few inches above her belly button. Cool wind played at her cleavage.
“You said two inches!”
“Price went up. Come on.”
“Bitch,” Moira whispered to herself.
“What was that?”
“Nothing! Nothing!”
“Come on.”
They reached the convenience store without further incident. It was the only building fully illuminated on its block. The Czech don’t do 24-hour service, the store was as out of place as a spaceship, blazing with electricity, with big glass windows displaying rows and rows of shelves.
Moira had no desire to go in. Being naked under a hoodie was bad enough, but now she had the zipper half-way down. Naturally, Kaye insisted.
“You first.”
“I don’t want to.”
Kaye looked at her and for a terrifying moment, Moira worried she was about to be punished.
“Are you disobeying me?”
Moira’s stomach dropped. She could feel a strong tingle in her midsection, almost a shiver of terror.
“I just… it’s bright.”
Kaye’s voice was low and serious. Dead sexy.
“I don’t like it when you disobey me, Moira.”
Panic, then, as Kaye grabbed the zipper once more.
“I’ll go! I’ll go!”
Kaye smiled. “Good”.
Then, holding a fistful of fabric, she dragged Moira into the store.
There was no one in the convenience store. No one except a tired-looking Czech man, mid-40’s, lazily sliding his thumb across a smartphone. If he glanced up at the girls, Moira didn’t notice. She held her gaze forward, trying desperately to look normal. Her heels clipped against the tile floor as she followed Kaye up to the counter.
“Do you want anything, babe?” said Kaye.
Moira shook her head.
“What was that?”
“N-no.”
“Come on, let’s get some gum.”
Kaye turned a sharp right and walked down the aisle between the shelves. Moira followed, keenly aware of the breasts very nearly hanging out of her zipper.
“Come on, grab something,” said Kaye.
Oh, very funny, thought Moira, blushing. Kaye was speaking louder than normal, and she was doing it on purpose.
“How about one of these Jaffa cakes. You love those.”
“I don’t need anything.”
“Come on, I’ll pay.”
“No.” A bit too forceful. Kaye’s eyebrows raised.
“Suit yourself,” she said, grabbing a pack of gum and walking up towards the counter as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Moira followed, and stood next to her at the counter. The Czech man pulled his gaze away from his smartphone long enough to scan the gum.
“And a pack of Marlboro Reds, please”, said Kaye.
With a sigh, the man turned around to the packs of cigarettes on the wall behind him. He pointed at the red ones and looked at Kaye. Kaye nodded. Then, for the first time, the man’s gaze fell on Moira, and her partially revealed chest. His brow furrowed as he brought the cigarettes back to the counter. He continued to stare.
“Jesus, Moira, zip up your jacket!” said Kaye, looking shocked. Moira flushed a deeper red and swallowed. The man was staring openly at her cleavage as he scanned the cigarette pack. Either the Czech weren’t big on “it’s rude to stare” or the man was too tired to give a fuck. Moira turned away from him to avoid his gaze.
“She’s crazy,” Kaye said to the counter man. He said a few words Moira didn’t understand. Probably the price. Kaye patted her jean pockets and grunted.
“Ugh. Forgot my wallet. You have any cash, babe?”
/> Moira shook her head, still unable to speak. Every fiber of her being wanted to just bolt for the door. She turned away from the man to better hide her chest.
“Hang on, lemme check.”
Kaye reached into the pockets of Moira’s hoodie and began rifling around. The pockets were quiet empty, but that didn’t stop Kaye from getting extremely handsy through the fabric. A soft “oh!” escaped Moira as the hoodie slid around on her. The fabric rubbed against the fuzz on her crotch. Then, Kaye yanked her hands out of the pocket, a bit too roughly. The hoodie lifted with her hand. Moira took an involuntary step forward, just as the hoodie lifted up a bit too high, revealing the bottom of her ass.
“Oh wait! Here we go!” said Kaye, finding a bank note in her back pocket. “Silly me.”
Moira was still facing away from the counter man. She didn’t dare turn around. She knew he was still staring. She knew he’d just seen she was panty-less under the hoodie. Braless, too. She was standing in a convenience store in the middle of the night, almost naked, and a stranger had just seen her ass.
It was too humiliating. It was too weird. A fit of giggles seized Moira. She tried to force them down but it only made them stronger. Quiet, high-pitched laughs began to escape her tightened throat.
“Come on, crazy,” said Kaye, walking towards the door. Moira turned and followed her. She couldn’t help it. She cast a glance at the counter man. He was still staring. His mouth hung open a little bit. The giggles inside Moira became stronger, so she ran towards the door, and the moment she stepped outside the laughter burst out of her in one nervous, excited deluge. She nearly fell over. Kaye caught her in a hug.
“What’s gotten into you, silly?” she said, kissing the tip of Moira’s nose. The giggles wouldn’t stop. They were nervous, frustrated, ecstatic, all at once. Kaye’s hands were on the small of her back. Gradually, she slid them down over Moira’s hoodie-clad ass. The counter man could probably still see them. Moira didn’t care.
She kissed Kaye on the mouth, forcing her tongue inside. She bit her wet lips and felt those nipples do their thing. The giggles changed into gasps and moans. Kaye was holding her ass so tight.
“Finish me,” whispered Moira. “Finish me, please, finish me.”
“No.”
Moira scowled. “You’re so cruel.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” said Kaye, grabbing the zipper and sliding it further down. Moira whined, knowing better than to resist. The hoodie was almost all the way open. The rims of her areolas peak out around the zipper. Her pussy was barely covered. There was only five inches of zipper left and the hoodie would be totally unzipped. Even in this state, it was at great risk of sliding off her shoulders to the ground.
Moira wanted to protest, to yell at Kaye, as much for denying her an orgasm as anything. But she was learning it would do no good. Kaye had full control here. And she was going to be a vengeful bitch about it.
“Come on, crazy,” she said, pulling a cigarette out of her pack, “we’re almost home.”
***
Prague is an ancient city. The roads were designed for horses and carriages. They meander over hills and valleys, going any which way they desire. As such, it’s possible to walk down an avenue of gorgeous medieval buildings, round the corner, and find yourself staring at a brightly lit Apple store flanked by Starbucks’s, the buildings so young the paint isn’t dry yet.
Likewise, the city has passed through many hands over the years, the Soviets being particularly strict owners. When the Soviet Union fell and independence was achieved, Prague swung as far as it could in the opposite direction. Too far, some say. There are casinos and strip clubs a five-minute walk from the historic Old Town Square.
With these two factors in mind, it was surprising if not shocking that Kaye and her mostly-nude companion stumbled upon a glowing red neon sign at the far end of a lovely walkway nestled in the back alleys of Prague. The words on the sign were unreadable Czech, but there was an arrow pointing down a set of stairs. Moira looked at Kaye, then at the sign, her apprehension growing.
“I’m thirsty,” said Kaye out of nowhere.
Oh god no, thought Moira.
“Come on. Beer time.”
“Baby, please.”
“Hmm?” Kaye rounded on Moira, stared into her eyes.
Moira felt the gaze bore into her. She thought she’d felt helpless before, lying naked and uncovered in the hostel room, trussed up like a turkey. Nope. This was helpless. Not just because she was naked again, tied up again, in a far more public place, with only a barely zipped hoodie to maintain her modesty. It was because Kaye was going to make her doing something stupid, and she was going to go along with it. Because she loved Kaye, and she wanted to please her, and whatever stupid, humiliating game they were about to play, Moira was already down for anything.
And Kaye knew it too.
Moira couldn’t hold that gaze. She sniffed and looked down at the ground. Kaye put a hand on her chin and raised her face back up and held her there, looking at her and saying nothing.
“You’ve been good, babe,” she said at last. Moira felt absurdly grateful to hear that. She shifted and felt the ropes fight her. Helpless like a baby.
Kaye planted a kiss on her mouth. A romantic one. A loving one. Moira’s heart fluttered. Kaye’s hand found the zipper, and as they kissed she pulled it all the way back up.
“Thank you,” said Moira, feeling a thousand percent safer. Kaye was her savior in that moment. It didn’t even matter that she was the one who’d put Moira in this situation in the first place. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank-“
“Shh,” said Kaye, putting a finger to her lips.
“It’s beer time. Come on.”
***
It was a hip-looking club. A younger crowd. There was a small dancefloor, illuminated by dark red lights and surrounded by screens displaying black and white art films. A woman licking her fingernails, a woman with a snake wrapped around her neck, a woman frolicking topless on a beach. What is it with Europe and titties? thought Moira as she awkwardly shuffled her way along behind Kaye, trying to pretend her hoodie was a full suit of clothes.
They caught a few eyes walking in together. The club was busy but not packed. Skinny Czech boys chatted up cute Czech girls, leaning against the bar or sitting at the tables. One girl displayed a particular interest in the pair, a blond Czech girl, maybe 20ish and slender, with big eyes and pointed features. Moira blushed as Kaye guided Moira past her, towards a table next to a staircase railing nestled in a private corner away from the bar.
“Sit”, she commanded. Moira obeyed, leaning her back against the staircase railings and feeling the hoodie ride up, revealing some thigh.
“Now, I’m getting a drink. You can have one too if you want, but we’re not getting drunk tonight. What do you want?”
Moira swallowed. “Wine?” she said.
Kaye smiled. “Snooty bitch,” she said, leaning over to plant a gentle, moist kiss on Moira’s cheek. She held it there for a long time. Moira could see over Kaye’s shoulder. The blond Czech girl was leaning against the bar. They locked eyes for a moment before the Czech girl looked away. Moira swallowed again. Her mouth was so dry.
“Now, here’s the thing. I need you to stay here.”
“I will Kaye-“
“Don’t interrupt me,” said Kaye, adjusting her glasses, looking sternly down at Moira.
“I’m sorry.”
“Not yet you’re not. You’ve been disobedient tonight. I can’t have that.”
Kaye gave a brief look around the area. There was no one at the tables this far back. Everyone was up front at the dance floor or the bar. No one was casting eyes back here, not even the blond girl.
Kaye bent down and began to hike the hoodie up in the back. Moira squirmed her backside became uncovered, as her naked ass now rested on cool fake leather. Kaye began to tug at Moira’s bonds and for a moment Moira wondered if she would be freed. No such luck. Kaye pulled o
ut the slack rope and unraveled it. Moira could feel it being tugged and tied yet again. Kaye straightened up. Gently, Moira tugged at her bonds and looked up pleadingly at Kaye. She was tied to the staircase railing. There was nothing she could do.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” said Kaye. “Don’t go anywhere.”
Very funny, she thought as Kaye turned and walked towards the bar.
***
Moira spent the next several minutes trying to look natural. It wasn’t working. Being tied to the railing meant she had to keep her posture straight-backed. She couldn’t slouch. Her naked ass was hidden behind her, but she still felt exposed and humiliated. She could see Kaye at the bar, and other patrons beyond her, milling about, smoking, talking. Any of them could come back here at any time. What if they wanted to chat? To ask for a smoke? Moira didn’t think she could survive the embarrassment.
She was so focused on her predicament she entered into kind of a meditative state, this sort of calm panic that helped time fly by. A glass of wine being placed on the table in front of her snapped her out of her reverie. She jolted a little. Her ropes held her in place.
“Thank you,” she mumbled looking up at Kaye. She jolted again, harder this time. It wasn’t Kaye. It was the blond girl, smiling a little smile.
“Hello!” she said. She had an adorable accent.
The color drained from Moira’s face. Her whole body locked up. Her wrists ground against each other. “H-h-hi…” was all she could manage.
“Don’t be rude, Moira,” said Kaye, plopping down next to her on the seat, a beer in hand. “This is Alena. I met her at the bar. She’s sweet.”
“Do you mind if I sit?” asked Alena. She had her own glass of wine in her hand.
A pause. Kaye was looking at Moira.
“S-sure,” she said, quietly.
“Thank you!”
Moira was frozen solid as Alena sat down across from her at the table. Kaye scooched in next to Moira and planted a gentle kiss on her ear. Moira’s eyes were fixed on the table before her. Her face burned.
“Do you like Pague?” asked Alena, taking a sip from her wine glass.
