“You’ll have to come up with some more,” she smiled.
I doubted I’d have any problems on that front.
***
Jason
I checked out the barn preparations to find Steve had done a great job. He’d installed spotlighting, heaters too. A huge fucking mattress on the floor, and chains hanging down from the beams overhead. My cock was hard just looking at the place.
“Will it do?” he asked.
“Perfect, mate. You’ve done me proud.”
“She really up for this? Four of us at once?”
I smiled. “Wait and see.”
“What happens after? You going to see her again?”
A horrible niggle at the back of my mind. “No idea.”
“It would be a fucking shame if you didn’t.”
Yes. Yes it would.
***
Gemma
I crammed in chatline all day Saturday, struggling to keep myself occupied through the nerves. Chelsea was still holed up at ours, resident in our living room with enough clothes and beauty products to last any normal human being twelve months straight. The media was still after her blood, and she was withering for it. How I’d hate to be so vulnerable to the whims of the masses. Hate to be on their radar at all, in fact.
I showered and shaved and scrubbed and douched, claiming I had an hour down between shifts, then retreated to my bedroom with a sneaky bottle of wine for the final preparations.
I’d chosen a white slip. Sheer white. White that showed the dark buds of my nipples through the fabric and offered almost no resistance to prying fingers. I covered up with a pair of leggings and a thick black jumper. A fool-proof disguise. Then I had a large glass of wine for my trouble.
I tamed my hair and did my make-up, hands jittery and awkward. A second glass did wonders for my nerves, but nothing much for my co-ordination. I stared at myself in the mirror for a long while before giving myself the thumbs-up. I’d do. Just about.
“I’m off out,” I announced.
Chelsea’s eyebrows shot up. “Where are you going?”
“Dirty Angels,” I lied. “Practice.”
“At ten p.m.?”
“Late session.”
“Can I come?” she asked. “I’ll be quiet.”
“Maybe next time, hey? It’s a bit of an impromptu session, this one. Just me and Cara.”
“Cara, Cara, Cara,” she scoffed. “Perfect bloody Cara. Is she dragging you to that sex club or something? She is, isn’t she?” She groaned into a cushion. “Fine. See you tomorrow.”
My knees were knocking by the time the car pulled up. Jason’s grip was steady, guiding me into my seat without comment on my jitters.
“Not long now, dirty girl,” he said. “Your big night.”
“Just like my fantasy, right? Rough and dirty?”
“Just like your fantasy, Gemma.”
I was bloody glad I’d opted for wine. The glow of the alcohol sat pleasantly in my stomach, taking the edge off the panic. It didn’t stop the shakes as we pulled into Steve’s drive, but it definitely helped make them bearable. This time Jason drove further along, turning up to the right and parking on what felt like soft ground. He helped me down, and the faintest breeze cooled my cheeks. I could feel grass under my heels. The grass continued until we stepped up onto concrete, and the smell of hay hit me.
“A barn?”
“Not your usual barn.”
He positioned me where he wanted me, backed up against what felt like a huge mattress. He pushed me to sit down and pulled my jumper off over my head.
“Nice,” he growled as he saw my flimsy slip. He pulled my leggings down, taking a moment to trace patterns up my thighs. “You sure you want this?”
I nodded. “I’ve always wanted this.”
He spread my knees wide, testing my pussy with his fingers. “So it seems. Up on the mattress and on your knees, Gemma. Give me your wrists.”
I kneed up onto the mattress. “Are they here?”
“What?”
“The others. Are they here?”
“They’re outside.”
Oh God.
“I told them to wait. I wanted to get you ready, get you comfortable, and make sure you still wanted it. Nervous?”
“A little.”
“Don’t be. You can call a halt at any time. Right?”
“Yes. Of course.”
“You still want it?”
I breathed out a long calming breath. “Yes. Definitely.”
“Good. Now give me your wrists.”
I did as he asked, gulping hard as he stretched my arms high above my head. Shackles. I pulled on them and they easily took my weight. I was trapped firm.
I yelped as Jason flicked at my nipples through my slip.
“My exposed little Gemma all ready to be used like the dirty little girl she is.” His mouth at my ear. “How does it feel, dirty girl?”