4 comments/ 25377 views/ 1 favorites The Price of Honesty By: StrayBird This story is a sequel to my first piece of erotic literature -- The Price of Selfishness. I have decided to make this text the second installment of a trilogy, meaning that there will be one more of these stories after this one. Like my last story, I have proofread and edited everything myself so please ignore any spelling/grammar/punctuation errors that might have eluded me. Comments and feedback are greatly appreciated. Enjoy! * Michael and his friends sat around their usual table in the college's busy cafeteria. They had just finished practice and were now eating lunch and checking out girls that walked by. Michael was the star running back on the football team making him a very familiar face around campus. Some had even gone as far as to say that playing professionally was in his future. In other words, it was easy for him to find casual sex and he took full advantage of that power. "Hey cutie." One of the tight ends said as a slender redhead walked by. "What about that one? I give her an eight." "Eight and a half at least." said one of the offensive linemen. "I give her a seven." Michael responded apparently unimpressed. "Seven? You trippin' dawg." said the wide receiver in disbelief. "What about her?" the offensive lineman asked gesturing at an even sexier brunette. "Ohoho! Damn! She's gotta be an eight. Maybe even a nine!" said the kicker. "Definitely a nine." the linebacker chimed in. "Seven." Michael repeated. "What?" the safety said in a high-pitched tone. "Seven-point-five?" Michael said trying to sound generous. "Man everyone's either a seven or a six to you!"The wide receiver said sounding slightly annoyed. "I ain't never even heard you go beyond an eight. So tell me what the fuck does a girl gotta have to get Michael's seal of approval? Hmm? Who the hell do you find attractive?" The rest of the table muttered in agreement. Michael smiled and silently scanned the food court for a girl that was more attractive than anybody else they had encountered that day. "Her." He finally decided. "Who?" The linebacker asked. Michael pointed across the room to a girl with a curvy figure who was sitting alone, drinking a coffee, and reading a biology textbook. She was wearing only a little bit of makeup, but she didn't really need it to make her look beautiful; her gorgeous face and stunning breasts were enough to make even the most well-mannered people venture a look or two. "Ohoho! That bitch is off tha hook!" the kicker approved. "She's pretty hot." The heavy lineman said dumbly. "You think you could hook-up with her?" the wide receiver challenged. "Not only will I hook-up with her," Michael said smugly "but I'll bet you twenty dollars that she sucks my dick by the end of the night." A few of the players looked at each other unsure of whether they wanted to take the risk. Some pulled out their wallets pretending to be interested, but ultimately they all shied away. "I dunno man." the wide receiver said. "I mean... you're good n' all, but... I mean you tha man, but... by the end of tonight? You think you that good?" Michael continued to sit there basking in his usual smugness. "Aite man. Twenty dollars. Let's see what you can do." They shook hands to seal the bet. Once it was official, the running back got up and started walking towards her. "Let's go Michael." The rest of the table shouted in support. Michael had noticed this girl before. She was in one of his classes, but always came alone, never talked to anybody, and left as soon as the lecture was over. That made her a potentially easy target. "Hi." He said with a smile. The girl looked up from her book. "Hi." She smiled back. "'Mind if I sit here?" "No. Go ahead." "Thanks." Michael pulled up a chair and sat across from the girl, who began to read from her book again. He looked back and noticed that half of the team was watching him. Most of them were smiling. A couple even gave him the thumbs-up. Michael rolled his eyes and wheeled around to face the girl once more. "I'm Michael." He said to her. She looked up, smiled again, and quickly went back to the book. So she was a shy girl. This was going to be easier than Michael had expected. "Michael Braxton." He emphasized his last name. She said nothing and kept reading. Michael laughed. "You don't know who I am, do you?" "I'm sorry. Should I?" "I'm on the football team... the running back." "Oh!" She said putting the book down. "Braxton. Yeah. I've seen you on some of the posters outside." "Yeah. That's me." They shared an awkward laugh for a few seconds. "So what brings you here, Michael Braxton?" "Well, actually, I was hoping that you could help me out." "Okay..." She said somewhat surprised. "See, I'm in a bit of a jam. There's this girl that I like from one of my classes. So a few days ago I asked her out to this team banquet we're having tonight, and she said yes; but then a few hours ago she told me that she just met some other guy and stood me up." "Aw. You poor thing." She said sympathetically. "Yeah. Well... See I got this extra ticket now and I was wondering if you'd like to come with me instead." A date to the football team's annual banquet with the star running back was enough to leave most girls speechless, but not her. "Oh. I'm sorry Michael. I'm already in a relationship." 'That's alright,' Michael thought to himself, 'the good ones usually are.' "That's okay." He said. "You can bring him along too." "I... don't think that's a good idea." She said. "No seriously. I didn't mean for it to sound like a date or anything. It's just I got these tickets lying around now and coach says I gotta use 'em or lose 'em. That's all." In truth, Michael really didn't care if her boyfriend came along because all bets would be off once she had a few drinks. Indeed, his plan was to wait until she was good and drunk to convince her to ditch the other guy. Once she did, he would move in. But that would all come later. Right now, his mission was simply to get her in the door, but that shouldn't be too hard considering what a hot ticket event the banquet was. "I don't know..." She said still sounding unconvinced. Michael really didn't want to have to use this move, but now he was getting desperate. "Look... you see those guys over there?" He said gesturing towards the team's table. The girl looked over to the jocks, who were still smiling like idiots. A couple of them waved at her. "Yeah, actually, I do. They've been staring at us... this whole time." "Yeah, well, they're my friends from the team and all of them are going to be bringing people, but not me. I mean... I was going to bring that girl, but..." He took a deep breath "I just don't wanna look like a loser." "Aw." Now there was no way that she could say 'no' without sounding like a complete bitch. "So... it wouldn't be weird if I brought somebody else with me?" She asked. "Naw." He said nonchalantly. "Really?" "You can bring whoever you want." He said with a warm smile. "Great!" She said with a brightly. "My girlfriend loves football." Unbelievable! Not only was she agreeing to come to the banquet, but now she was volunteering to bring a friend as well... maybe one that was even hotter than her! Michael couldn't wait to tell the guys at the table that he had scored dates with not one, but two girls. Dare he ask if she was ditching her boyfriend as well? "So... is it just your friend that you're going to bring?" "Yup." She said putting her textbook in her bag. "Just my girlfriend." A knot was beginning to form inside of Michael's stomach. There was something unsettling about how she kept using the word 'girlfriend.' "So this girlfriend of yours..." "Yeah. She's a big football fan; watches all the games." "Your girlfriend?" "Yeah." "Like... your girlfriend girlfriend?" "Yeah." She said doing up the zipper. "Is that a problem?" Michael froze. He was completely unprepared for this. She was gay? How? She was one of the hottest girls he had ever seen. There were no tells or anything. "Well I... um... I was... uh... I didn't know that um... I mean... I thought that you were... uh..." "Straight?" She said completing his sentence for him. "Yeah." He answered. "I mean no. I mean... How?" Kimberly got up and rustled his hair the way a loving mother would to a rascally child. "Take care Michael." She said with a satisfied smile. And with that she walked out of the cafeteria. As the door closed behind her, Kimberly could hear the football team's table erupt with a roar of laughter. *** It had been a few months since the kidnapping and life was different now. Kimberly and Stacy had moved into an apartment together and were closer now than ever before. A few weeks after the incident, they came out to their friends together and received a mixed reaction. Some of them were supportive while others became awkward and elusive. Neither of them cared though. All that mattered to them was that they were together. "Hey!" Stacy said when she saw Kimberly walking through the door. "Hey." Kimberly responded. She walked over to the couch where Stacy was sitting and gave her an open-mouthed 'hello' kiss. "How was your day?" Stacy asked. "Good." She said digging through the fridge for a bottle of water. "Bio was interesting, lunch was delicious..." "That's nice." Stacy said absently. A mischievous smile curled on Kimberly's face. "...I met a guy today..." "Ooo." Stacy said suddenly paying attention "Should I be jealous?" "I don't know." Kimberly answered closing the fridge door and returning to the couch. "Should you be?" "Since when do you play hard to get?" "Since you said it turns you on." She smiled and leaned in for another kiss, but as soon as their lips were about to make contact her cell phone rang. That was predictable. She reluctantly withdrew herself and accepted the call. "Hi mom." "Kimberly darling, how are you?" "Actually, I was just in the middle of something." She said with a grin. Stacy giggled. "That's alright. This won't take long. I was just calling because your father asked me to double-check if you were coming home for Thanksgiving." "Yes mom." "Excellent. I expect to see you both next weekend then." "Yes mom." "Great! I can't wait to meet him." Stacy crossed her arms as an expression of panic shot across Kimberly's face. "Sorry mom, I have to go." She said and quickly hung up the phone. Kimberly smiled at Stacy, who had an unamused look on her face. "Now where were we?" Kimberly asked leaning in again. "You still haven't told them?" Stacy said pushing her away. "I know. I'm sorry. I will soon." "When Kim?" "Next weekend when we see them in Minnesota. I promise." Stacy sighed deeply and turned away. Kimberly curled up beside her and pecked her on the cheek. Stacy was still sitting with her arms and legs crossed. Kimberly looked up at her with the cutest puppy-dog face she could make and let out a small dog-like whimper. Stacy briefly glanced over. A small grin started to form on her face and Kimberly knew that she was forgiven. Kimberly rested her head on Stacy's arm and closed her eyes, enjoying the moment. *** Kimberly could hear a woman laughing in the distance. Was she laughing at her? Yes... but why? The laughing grew louder. It was right beside her. What was going on? She moved to get up, but her arm was... stuck. Her arm was stuck! She screamed loudly and pushed out until she fell backwards onto the floor. "Kim! What the hell?" Stacy said. Kimberly surveyed her surroundings with wide eyes. She was still in her living room with Stacy. On the television beside her, a woman was laughing as she was being interviewed on a talk show. "I couldn't move my arm..." She explained getting up. "Yeah, I know. You buried it underneath me." Kimberly's heart was still racing. Stacy looked at her sympathetically. "She still frightens you, doesn't she?" Stacy asked. Kimberly said nothing and just nodded. Stacy turned off the television, walked over to her girlfriend, and gave her a comforting hug. "C'mon." She said. "Let's go to bed." She took Kimberly by the hand and led her into their bedroom. *** One week later the girls were in a car winding down a quiet suburban street in Minnesota. They stopped in front of a respectable house with bright green grass and a lovely fall garden planted in front. "This is it." Kimberly said uneasily. "The neighbourhood looks so nice." Stacy commented. "Yup." She said anxiously. "Home sweet home." The girls got out of the car and collected their luggage from the trunk. They then proceeded up the stone footpath to the door. Kimberly sighed deeply. "You ready?" Stacy asked. "I guess so." She said with a light smile. "You'll do fine." Stacy said as she rang the doorbell. A few seconds later a small boy appeared. "Kimberly!" He shouted leaping into her. "Hey buddy!" She said as she held him in a hug. A few seconds later a middle-aged couple appeared behind him. "Kim-Kim!" The woman shouted. "Mom!" Kimberly responded embracing her. "Hello darling!" Said the man next to her. "Hey dad." Kimberly said moving to hug him too. "Who's she?" The boy asked pointing at Stacy. "Oh. Sorry." Kimberly said composing herself. "Everyone this is Stacy." "Hello." Stacy said awkwardly. "Stacy, this is my mom, my dad, and my little brother Lucas." "So nice to meet you." The woman said warmly. "Likewise." Stacy said. "Are you here to spend Thanksgiving with us?" "Oh. Yeah." Kimberly interrupted. "I hope that's okay with you guys." "Of course!" She said. "Any friend of Kimmy's is always welcome here." "Thanks." Stacy said still sounding awkward. "Now Kim..." The woman said. "Yeah?" She asked. "Where is this man of yours? We're simply dying to meet him." "Oh. Well that's the thing..." Kimberly walked over to Stacy and grabbed her hand. "Mom, dad..." *** The car sped down the deserted country road as it had been for the last forty-five minutes. Finally Stacy broke the silence. "Well..." She said cautiously "That wasn't so bad." Kimberly said nothing. "It could have gone worse?" She tried again. "Oh... yeah. You're right." Kimberly sarcastically responded. "Like instead of saying 'you're dead to me,' my father could have actually killed me." "There you go." Stacy said sounding optimistic. "Sta-ace!" Kimberly complained banging her head on the dashboard. "What am I going to do?" "You've done all you can. They'll come around." "Yeah right." Just then Kimberly's phone started vibrating. She looked down at the call display. MOM & DAD "See." Stacy said encouragingly. Kimberly answered the phone. "Hello?" "Kimberly, dear. It's mom." "Hi mom." She said neutrally. "Your father would like to apologize for the way he acted when you were here." "Really?" Kimberly said surprised. "Yes... Come back home sweetie. You and your... friend. Let's just have a nice meal together." "You mean it?" "Yes dear. Your father... well... he doesn't understand the humor of your generation." "What?" "He just didn't get that it was a joke, dear." "Mom! It wasn't a joke!" "Kimberly!" She scolded. "Stop it!" "But mom-" "Enough!" "No! It's not a prank and it's not a joke! Stacy and I are really going out!" There was silence on the other end of the phone. "Hello?" Kimberly asked. "I... I have to go." Her mother said and hung up the phone. "How'd it go?" Stacy asked. Kimberly threw her phone into the cupholder and crossed her arms. "So... What now?" Stacy asked realizing that her last question had been a stupid one. Kimberly thought about it for a moment. "I don't know." She said. She wasn't being difficult; she really wasn't sure where to go from here. Stacy sighed. "We could have Thanksgiving with my parents." She suggested. "Your parents?" Kimberly repeated. "Yeah." She said. "Nebraska's not too far. We can stay in a cheap motel for the night and be there by tomorrow." "I don't know..." Kimberly said hesitantly. "Are your parents going to be cool with it... with us?" "Yeah, totally." Stacy said reassuringly. Kimberly took a moment to ponder the proposition. "I promise." Stacy added. "Ok." Kimberly reluctantly agreed. "Let's go to Nebraska then." Stacy pushed her foot down on the gas pedal and the car accelerated into the distance. *** Night fell upon the Mid-Western sky. After hours of driving the girls finally decided to call it quits and began to look for accommodations. They pulled into the first inexpensive-looking place they could find -- a rundown two-level motel in the middle of nowhere -- and rented one of the rooms. They took their suitcases out of the car, climbed the outside stairs to the second floor, and stumbled inside the room. It wasn't much to look at -- the television was old, the carpet was stained, and there were holes in the furniture -- but they knew it was the best they were going to get for under fifty dollars. "Do you want to shower now or wait until tomorrow?" Stacy inquired. "Doesn't matter." Kimberly said. "Which side do you want?" Stacy asked gesturing towards the queen-size bed. "Doesn't matter." Kimberly responded releasing her suitcase and collapsing on the pillows. "Ok. Um... do you want to watch a movie?" Kimberly continued to lay there with her face buried in the pillows. "Kim?" "Doesn't matter." Stacy had seen Kimberly like this before. It was obvious that she was still angry at her parents. Stacy knew better than to annoy her when she was in this mood, but she still felt obligated to say something to make her feel better. "Hey Kim?" "What?" She said starting to sound annoyed. "I'm really proud of you." Kimberly's head popped up from the pillows. "What you did today..." Stacy continued sitting down next to her "It must have been really difficult, but I think you're really brave for seeing it through." Kimberly needed that. After so much name-calling and negativity in one day it was nice to hear a compliment. "Thanks." Stacy leaned in and pecked Kimberly on the forehead. As she was about to withdraw, Kimberly grabbed her face and locked her in an open-mouth kiss. Kimberly's nipples were erect. All the anger and frustration she had been harboring throughout the day had suddenly transformed into desire and lust. "Take me." She begged. Stacy took off her shirt and climbed on top of her. "Mmm... you dirty little slut." She responded. Kimberly stopped and pushed Stacy away from her. "What's wrong?" She asked catching her breath. Kimberly said nothing for a moment and then Stacy remembered. "Oh shit." She said still sitting on top of her. "I forgot. Sorry. I was just trying to sound sexy. I didn't mean to-" "No." Kimberly interrupted. "It's okay." "You sure?" "Yeah... keep going." Stacy continued to gnaw on Kimberly's neck and run her hands over her body. She reached underneath her lover to undo her bra and revealed a pair of succulent breasts that were begging for attention. She took turns licking and sucking on each nipple inciting Kimberly to moan every time her tongue made contact. As she was doing this, Stacy reached her hand into Kimberly's jeans and felt that her vagina was already wet. She slipped a couple of fingers inside. "Mmmh." Kimberly moaned. Stacy continued to finger her, focusing on Kimberly's clitoris. "Mmmh." She moaned again, this time gasping in pleasure. The Price of Honesty As Stacy slid her fingers in and out of her lover's pussy she realized that her girlfriend was moving her hips up and down in synchronization with the motion. 'She must be really horny.' Stacy thought to herself. She began to finger her faster. "Mmmmmh." Kimberly repeated. She kept going. "Mmmmmmmmmmh." The pleasure was building. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmh!" Faster and faster. "AHHHHH!" Kimberly screamed. Her muscles contracted and her hips stopped moving. They remained like this for a few seconds. Stacy withdrew her fingers and Kimberly's muscles relaxed themselves again. She sank back down onto the pillow; her eyes still closed in complete bliss. "Did you like that?" Stacy giggled. "Mmm." Was the best response she got from Kimberly, who was already half-asleep. Stacy leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. "Sweet dreams." Kimberly said nothing back. She was sleeping like an angel. *** The car crawled up a narrow dirt road and stopped outside of a quiet farmhouse. "Here it is." Stacy said as she applied the parking break. "C'mon. Let's get our stuff out of the trunk." "You sure this is going to be ok?" "Yeah. Absolutely." Kimberly had an uneasy look on her face. "Trust me." Stacy said firmly. "Ok." Kimberly responded through a sigh. Stacy rang the doorbell and Kimberly could feel a sinking feeling in her stomach. Now she knew how awkward Stacy must have felt when they were in Minnesota. 'Here we go again.' She thought to herself as the door swung open. "Stacy!" The woman behind the door said excitedly. "Hi mom!" Stacy sang as they embraced each other. "Is that my Stacy?" A man's voice rang down the hall. "Sure is!" Stacy yelled back down. A few seconds later a large man appeared and holding his arms out. Stacy ran into them and stretched around him as far as she could reach. "Hey dad." She said warmly. After a few moments the man released his daughter. "And who's this here?" He inquired. 'Here it comes.' Kimberly thought to herself. She placed her hand on the doorknob in case she had to make a run for it. "Mom, dad, this is Kim. Kim, these are my parents." "Hi." She said in a tone that was barely audible. "Oh. Are you Stacy's new friend?" He said. Kimberly wasn't sure how to respond. Why did he emphasize the word 'friend?' Was that supposed to be a joke? Did he not know? She squeezed the doorknob a little harder. "I... um..." She said clumsily. "Haha!" He laughed. "She's gorgeous! A real beauty!" He said happily. "Dad..." Stacy nudged him and started to blush. Kimberly had never seen Stacy embarrassed like that before. "Welcome to our home." The woman said warmly placing Kimberly in a hug. "Uh... thanks." She said dumbly. "Well, I'll leave you two to unpack. You know the way." He gestured towards Stacy. "C'mon." Stacy said to Kimberly. "I'll show you to my room." The girls grabbed their luggage and walked up the stairs. "Try and keep it quiet now!" The man yelled up the stairs at them. Not knowing which one he was talking to, they both looked back. Kimberly gave an awkward smile while Stacy gave him an angry glare. He chuckled and walked down the hall. "C'mon." Stacy said once again and continued to move up the stairs. *** The girls entered the second-floor bedroom and set down their luggage. Kimberly looked around and saw a comfortable double bed, an organized desk, and a bureau with makeup and hair-care products. It was truly the stereotypical bedroom of a teenage girl. "Sorry about that." Stacy apologized. "Sorry about what?" Kimberly inquired. "My parents." Stacy sighed. "They say stupid things like that because they think they're being funny." "Oh." Kimberly said remembering the sour joke made by Stacy's dad. "Don't worry about it." "Easy for you to say. For me, it gets embarrassing sometimes." Stacy collapsed on her bed. "You're lucky to have them." Kimberly said after a few moments. Stacy sat up looking alarmed. "Kim... they're really not that funny. Trust me." "No. I mean how they're okay with it... with us." "Oh." Stacy said relieved and laid back down. "How did you do it?" "Do what?" "Get them to be so... cool about it." "Oh." Stacy thought about it for a moment. "I don't know. Obviously they were a bit surprised when I told them, but they've always been kind of liberal... I'm their only daughter and at the end of the day I think they just want me to be happy." "Lucky." Kimberly said enviously as she sat down on the desk chair. "I wish my family was that cool." "Hey... They'll come around." Kimberly checked her cell phone. 0 NEW MESSAGES She let out a deep sigh. "C'mon." Stacy said pulling her off the chair and leading her out of the room. "Let's go." "Where are we going?" She asked. "To have some fun, silly." *** The car's headlights lit up the rural road as they drove past the empty farm fields. "So where, exactly, are you taking me?" Kimberly asked again. "Just this little place I know." Stacy made a left turn onto a small dirt road leading into a forested area. After a few minutes a small building appeared on the right. She pulled into the parking lot and turned off the engine. The girls got out of the car, walked into the restaurant, and found a spot at the bar. "Evening ladies, what can I get you?" The bar girl asked. "Um... I think I'll just have an iced tea." Kimberly said. "No, no." Stacy interrupted. "Two beers. Whatever's on tap." The bartender disappeared and returned with the drinks a few moments later. "Thanks." Kimberly said gratefully. "Cheers, Kim!" Kimberly sipped on her drink and looked around. Beside the bar were booths where a group of girls appeared to be having a ladies night out. Behind the bar girl was a wall of liquor bottles and a couple of televisions with different sports on. Kimberly took another sip of her beer. Further down the establishment there were pinball machines and a few pool tables where some girls were playing together. Beside that was a small dance floor where a couple of girls were dancing together. That's when Kimberly noticed that there wasn't a single man in sight. "Stace." She asked lowering her voice. "Is this like... a lesbian bar?" "Yup! This is my little corner of paradise" She said dreamily "...or at least it was when I lived here." "Wow. There are a lot of lesbians here for such a small town." "They're not all from around here." Stacy explained. "Most of them are actually from other towns. They drive in because... well... there's not a whole lot of these places in this part of Nebraska and even if there were... a lot of people around here aren't as accepting as my parents, if you know what I mean. But this place is nice and secluded and nobody ever bothers us all the way out here." "Another round?" The bar girl asked. "Yes please." Stacy automatically responded. She walked away once again and returned a few moments later with more beer. "Anyway," Stacy continued "I just thought it'd be nice to escape to somewhere that you could have a couple of drinks and take your mind off of things." "That's so sweet." Kimberly said. "Thanks." The girls made small talk for a little while longer. After they finished their second round Kimberly was ready to go home. "Let's head back." She said through a yawn. "We've been driving all day and I need some rest." "Sure." Stacy paid their bill and the girls walked back to the car. *** Stacy's parents were already asleep by the time they got back. They snuck up the stairs into her bedroom and began to change. "Thanks for taking me out." Kimberly said slipping on a pair of pyjama bottoms. "I really needed that." "No problem." Stacy said with a smile. "I can see why you like that place so much." Kimberly said pulling off her jeans. "Yeah! It's actually a shame we didn't stay later. It can get really fun sometimes." "Cool." Kimberly said folding the jeans into a little square. "Maybe we can go back sometime and-" She stopped in mid-sentence as Stacy's last comment registered in her head. Why hadn't she noticed this problem sooner? She put her jeans down and confronted her girlfriend. "Stace... you said you used to go there a lot, right?" "Yeah. Why?" "I thought you weren't a lesbian before we started dating." Stacy froze. Kimberly was right, she did tell her that. This was a major error on her part. "Yeah, well... I didn't want to weird you out when we were just friends." "You wouldn't have weirded me out!" Kimberly said defensively. "Really?" Stacy said doubtfully. "Yeah!" "Really?" She repeated in the same tone. "...Miss Minnesota?" It was true. Kimberly had changed a lot since then. "Okay." She conceded. "Maybe it would have weirded me out just a little-" "-Uh huh-" "-but still, what about all those guys you used to brag to me about? Were you lying about that too?" "I wasn't lying!" Stacy said returning to defense. "It's just... you know... not all of them were guys." "How many?" Kimberly asked now curious about how long her girlfriend had been gay. "Fuck Kim!" She snapped. "Does it really matter now?" She was right. All that mattered now was that they were together. Although Kimberly was curious about Stacy's past, it was really none of her business. Why did she feel the need to interrogate her like that? She was starting to sound like... her parents. "You're right. I'm sorry." Stacy said nothing to recognize the apology aside from releasing a frustrated sigh. Kimberly watched her as she stuffed her clothes in her suitcase, threw her cell phone on the desk, and plunged backwards onto the bed. Kimberly continued to stare at her as if looking long enough would somehow provide an answer to her question. Eventually Stacy noticed. "What?" She said angrily sitting up. Kimberly held her hands behind her back and shyly rotated her foot on the tip of her toe. "Can I make it up to you?" She said playfully. A surprised grin crept upon Stacy's face as Kimberly walked in front of her and dropped down on both knees. She grabbed the bottom of her lover's shirt and pulled her closer until their lips touched. Stacy's mood turned immediately from anger to arousal as their mouths locked and their tongues began to dance around each other. While they were kissing, Kimberly's hands retreated from the bottom of Stacy's shirt and made their way towards her hips. She carefully stretched the edges of Stacy's pants and slowly pulled them down until they were around her ankles. She then reached for her girlfriend's panties -- which, she discovered, were a little moist -- and likewise dragged them down her legs until they were once again inside of her pyjama bottoms. Kimberly broke off the kiss and sunk down, burrowing her head in between Stacy's thighs. Stacy welcomed her by spreading her legs as far as she could with her pants still around her ankles. Kimberly wrapped her lips around her teeth and very softly began to nibble on Stacy's labia. Stacy moaned with pleasure and lay back down on the bed. The kiss had gotten her excited, but now she was downright horny. Kimberly continued to lick and nibble around the outside of her pussy making Stacy crave to have her inside. Luckily, Stacy never wore a bra underneath her nightshirt so maybe she would be able to find some release up there. She squeezed her breasts tightly, rubbing her hands across her already erect nipples and continued to play with them. This was torture! If there was one thing Kimberly was good at, it was making Stacy wait. It was something that drove her mad during sex; but also something that she enjoyed deep down. Then Stacy finally felt her lover's tongue slip inside of her. She moaned with great pleasure as Kimberly began to work around the walls of her pussy, touching every area but the very top. That she would save for last. Stacy could feel the tongue as it pushed its way forcefully in and quickly retreated out. Kimberly continued to do this for minutes, sticking her tongue out as far as it could reach on the way in and pulling it entirely back into her mouth on the way out. Then she shifted her attention to the top. She quickly found Stacy's clitoris and gave it just a single lick. Stacy's whole body twitched. Kimberly looked up to make sure that she was okay, but Stacy promptly pushed her head back into place. Her clit was now Kimberly's exclusive focus. She licked and sucked only in that area. Occasionally she would take a break and move her tongue down to another region, but would always immediately return to the small pink bump at the top. Stacy clenched the sheets beneath her. She couldn't take it anymore. "AAAHHHHHHHHHH!" That was the only warning Kimberly got before a fountain of Stacy's juices exploded all over her face. Kimberly got up with her face drenched. It looked as though she had just been sprayed with a hose. Stacy clapped her hands around her mouth so that Kimberly wouldn't see her giggling. "I'm so sorry." She said re-composing herself. "Why?" Kimberly said happily as she licked the cum around her mouth. She wiped her hand across her face and sucked her fingers clean. She then crawled up on the bed and sat down beside her lover. "Do you want me to get you off now?" Stacy asked turning to face her. "Who says you didn't?" Stacy glanced down and saw that Kimberly's panties were soaking wet. The girls laughed about it and Stacy fell tiredly back onto her pillow. She felt Kimberly crawl up beside her, stretch her arms out, and rest her head on her chest. "I'm sorry about earlier." Kimberly said snuggling up and closing her eyes. "That's okay." Stacy said. "You're the best." It was true. Kimberly was by far the hottest girl Stacy had ever dated. Kimberly was kind of new to sex at first, but in a few short months she had become an expert and, after tonight, she really was the best out of all the others. "I love you." Kimberly said drifting off to sleep. 'What did I do to deserve you?' Stacy thought to herself. Then she remembered exactly what she did. She too smiled and drifted off to sleep. *** The next day the girls slept in until noon. When they finally did wake, they took turns showering and made sandwiches. After lunch they decided to spend the afternoon picking strawberries together on a nearby farm. The entire day was reminiscent of a dream Kimberly once had, but this was real. They returned home with a bucket of strawberries and began the process of readying them. Kimberly cut the leaves while Stacy washed the bottoms. "You know," Stacy said slipping a freshly-washed strawberry into Kimberly's mouth "I was thinking we could go back to that bar tonight. There's not much else to do around here." "Mhmm." Kimberly said trying to express her agreement through the piece of fruit in her mouth. She chewed and swallowed before trying to speak again. "Sure. Maybe if I'm lucky I'll meet a cute girl tonight." Stacy laughed. "Well maybe if I'm lucky I'll get to bring one back with me." Kimberly started to blush. Somehow Stacy always knew exactly what to say to make her feel special. The girls continued to prepare the strawberries until they were called for dinner. Each of them chose one side of the rectangular dining table and began to serve themselves food. "Okay, dig in!" Stacy's mom said. Kimberly was slightly shocked. No anecdotes, no toasts, no grace. This was the most informal family meal she had ever been to. She didn't mind it though. The laid-back attitude of Stacy's family was actually a welcome change. "You girls have fun last night?" Stacy's dad inquired. "Oh. Yes." Kimberly answered. "Where'd you guys go?" "I just showed Kim around town a bit." Stacy interjected. "Hmm." He grunted. There were a couple of moments of silence while everybody sampled their food. "This meal is delicious. Thank you." Kimberly said to Stacy's mom. "Oh! What a sweet girl. You're very welcome, Kimberly. Do your parents cook?" "My mom does, yeah." "And where are they?" "Minnesota." "Oh! That's not too far. Maybe you two can drive by on the way back." "Actually, mom, we already visited." Stacy said through a mouthful of peas. "Oh." Her mother responded surprised. "You must not have stayed very long." "No. We left a little early." "Why's that?" Her dad asked. "Kim had a little... disagreement with her parents while we were there." "What happened? Did they find out you're gay?" He joked. Stacy shot her dad a dangerous look telling him to shut up. Kimberly said nothing and took another bite of her mashed potatoes. "Oh, you poor dear..." Her mom started. "No, it's okay." Kimberly interrupted. "Really. I'm fine." "Well we love all of God's creatures in this house. You're welcome here anytime." "Thank you." There were a few moments of awkward silence. It was clear that Stacy's dad felt horrible. "Sometimes it's tough." He said. "I remember when Stacy came out she- OW!" Stacy stomped down hard on her dad's foot. "Oops. Sorry dad. So mom, Kimberly's studying biology. Didn't you do that too?" "No, I did fashion studies." She said. "Oh! Fashion studies! I've always wanted to take a course on that. What do you learn about?" "Oh, well..." Stacy's mother went on to explain her old program to her daughter and the three of them continued to talk about school for the rest of the meal. Stacy's dad didn't say another word all night. When they were done eating, Kimberly volunteered to clear the dishes and help clean up, but Stacy's parents would hear none of it. The girls once again thanked Stacy's mother and went upstairs to get ready for the bar. *** Kimberly and Stacy returned to the lesbian bar a few hours later. They sat down in the same spot they were in the night before and ordered a round of drinks. "It seems a lot busier here tonight." Kimberly said. "Yeah, there are always more people on weekends." Stacy responded. "So how do you like Nebraska so far?" "It's nice!" Kimberly went on to comment about how beautiful the landscape was, how nice Stacy's parents had been, and how much fun she was having. The girls had a few more drinks and continued to make small talk. Just as things were starting to get a little boring, Stacy noticed a group of girls leave a pool table at the back and walk out of the bar. "Wanna shoot some pool?" She asked. "No thanks. I don't really know how." Kimberly responded. "What?" Stacy said in disbelief. "You've never played pool?" Kimberly shook her head. "C'mon. I'll teach you." "I don't know... I've never done it before." "Well there's a first time for everything." That was true. Kimberly was living proof. "Ok." She said setting her empty glass down. She followed her girlfriend to the vacant green table at the back of the pub and grabbed a cue. "Ok." Stacy said. "First I'm going to teach you how to break. Now hold one hand up here..." she said sliding Kimberly's left hand to the narrow end of the cue "...and your other one back here..." she said moving the right one to the other end "...and bend over like this." Stacy was practically grinding herself against Kimberly's ass now. All the touching was making this lesson a very arousing experience for both of them. Stacy squeezed Kimberly's hands and gently guided her through the break. The cue ball brushed the top of the pyramid causing a couple of the balls at the bottom to drift away. "I did it!" Kimberly exclaimed. "Awesome!" Stacy continued to mentor her girlfriend through a couple more games. By the end of their second match she was actually starting to get the hang of it, but they both agreed that two games were enough for one evening. They left the table and returned to their spot at the bar. The Price of Honesty "I need to go to the little girl's room." Stacy said before she sat back down. "I'll be right back." "Okay." Kimberly responded. She watched her lover disappear behind the pinball tables and old arcade games at the back and shifted her attention to the televisions behind the bar. Baseball and football. Kimberly didn't like either of those, but she wouldn't be waiting long so she settled on football. The boxscore at the bottom of the screen indicated that her college had lost their game this week. A satisfied grin formed on Kimberly's face. Michael wasn't going to be happy about that... "Hi." A voice said beside her. Kimberly turned to see a bigger, butch-looking woman with short hair wearing a dress-shirt and black pants sitting on the stool next to her. She mid as well have just brought a big orange sign that said 'lesbian' with her instead. "Hi." Kimberly said with a polite smile. "I'm Liz." She said extending a hand. "Kimberly" she said shaking it. The woman's grip was so firm that it almost crushed Kimberly's hand. "I've never seen you in here before. Are you new in town?" "Yeah. Actually I'm just here for the weekend." "Oh. I see. Can I buy you a drink?" "Um... I don't know." She said trying to be polite. "I'm kinda here with someone." "The girl you were just playing pool with?" "Yeah." Kimberly said nervously pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. The woman laughed hysterically. "What's so funny?" She asked. "Don't tell me you're going home with her." "Yeah, actually, I am. Why?" "Because somebody as beautiful as you deserves a lot better." She said stroking the inside of Kimberly's leg. "Oh..." Kimberly's face turned red from a combination of flattery and discomfort. "Come home with me." She continued. "And I'll show you what it's like to be with a real woman." "That's... that's really sweet of you, but I-" Before Kimberly was able to say anything else she found herself locked in an open-mouth kiss. She tried to pull away, but the woman named Liz wrapped her arms around Kimberly's back and pulled her even closer. "What the fuck is this?" Stacy's stern voice came from behind them. Kimberly was immediately released from the kiss as they both turned to face Stacy. Liz was wearing an ear-to-ear grin on her face. "Stace... It's not what it looks like." Kimberly started to explain. Stacy ignored her and continued to stare-down at Liz. "What's wrong Stace?" Liz asked antagonistically. "Stay away from her." Stacy warned. "Or else what?" Liz asked standing up confrontationally. Stacy reached into her purse and opened her wallet. She pulled out a stack of money and threw it on the bar beside her. "C'mon Kim. Let's go." She said walking away. Kimberly said nothing and just followed suit. "That's right!" Liz taunted as the girls walked out of the bar. "You'd better run, bitch!" *** Neither of them said a word to each other the entire way back. When they returned to the house they silently climbed the stairs and got ready for bed. Kimberly felt obligated to break the tension. "Thanks for taking me out again." She said. "Whatever." Stacy replied curtly as she brushed past Kimberly. She laid down on the edge of the bed and faced the window. When Kimberly was finished changing, she crawled in beside her. "Goodnight." She said to Stacy's back. Stacy picked up her pillows and walked towards the door. "I'm sleeping on the couch tonight." She declared and left the room. Kimberly sighed and turned off the lamp beside her. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep hoping that this would all blow over by the time they woke up tomorrow. On the other side of the door, Stacy's eyes were still wide open. 'Kimberly had cheated.' She thought. 'She had to be punished.' *** Kimberly slowly regained consciousness. She had only been asleep for a few hours, but her body was waking her up because she was cold. She moved to pull the covers up, but couldn't find them. She decided to cross her arms instead, but quickly discovered that her shirt wasn't there. Nothing was there... She was... naked! Her eyes shot open upon this realization. She looked down and discovered that she was completely barren except for a dog collar and chain around her neck that felt all too familiar. Beneath her was a mound of hay. She appeared to be in an abandoned barn of some sort. Kimberly shifted her weight to sit-up, but with her arms bound behind her she fell flat on her face. She spat out some hay and noticed a pair of black leather boots in front of her. She slowly followed the boots up to a pair of legs covered by see-through black stockings... a pair of silk red panties... a tight black corset suspending large firm breasts... and a gimp mask. Kimberly was horrified. "No..." She said scrambling backwards. "Surprise." The artificial voice said with a smile. "No!" She screamed. "I told you I would be back. Remember our little agreement?" Kimberly started sobbing. How did she find her here? "How has my little slut been?" The woman asked. Kimberly just closed her eyes and shook her head trying to wake up from this nightmare. The woman struck her with a whip. "Answer me!" She demanded. Kimberly started to cry hysterically. "Let me go!" She screamed. "Let me go! Let me go! Let me-" The woman sighed and pressed a button on the remote that was lying beside her. ZZZZZ A small light flashed on Kimberly's collar and a few volts of electricity were sent into her body. "Ahhhh!" She screamed in pain. "Oh good. You remember that. Do you remember the rules now too?" "Yes." She said realizing that she had no choice but to calm down. ZZZZZ "Ahhhh!" She screamed as the electric collar once again shocked her body. "Yes ma'am." She corrected herself trembling. "Smart girl." The woman said praising Kimberly like a dog. "Now where was I?" She thought for a moment. "Ah yes. How has my little slut been?" "Fine ma'am." Kimberly responded through gritted teeth. "Good! I'm so glad to hear that!" She said with false enthusiasm. "How's your little friend Stacy-poo?" Kimberly shot her a dangerous glare. The woman turned the knob on the remote to the next setting. ZZZZZZZZZZ "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" "Well?" She said waiting for a response. "You said you'd stay away from her!" Kimberly shot back. "I said I'd stay away from her if, and only if, you agreed to be my slave. A responsibility you seem to have forgotten." Kimberly's head sunk in defeat. The woman walked up to her and stroked her hair. "But she's safe..." She reassured her. Kimberly looked up with an expression of renewed hope. "...for now." She finished as she walked away and sat on a wooden stool. "So tell me about your life. Have you been selfish?" "No ma'am." Kimberly answered honestly. "No?" She said sounding confused. Kimberly shook her head thinking of the wonderful relationship she had built with Stacy. "So how come you flirt with boys just to tease them?" She asked. How did she know about that? "I-" "-How come you go into bars and make-out with complete dykes behind your girlfriend's back?" She said with a trace of anger in her voice. How did she know about all of these things? Was somebody spying on her? "Answer me!" She demanded. "I... That wasn't my fault ma'am." The woman hit her hard with the whip again. "Ahhhhh!" "Stupid girl!" She yelled at her. "You think you can lie to me? I know everything that you've been doing!" "I'm sorry ma'am." Kimberly said trying to avoid getting hurt again. "You've been a very selfish slut, haven't you?" "Yes ma'am." "And do you know what happens to selfish sluts?" Kimberly looked up. "I-" "-They get punished." The woman walked away and returned with a wooden paddle. "Remember this?" Kimberly remembered it very well. In fact her ass cheeks clenched just at the sight of it. "Yes ma'am." She said sheepishly. "Good. So you know what's coming next. Now lie down." Kimberly wouldn't do it. She couldn't willingly subject herself to another beating like last time. The woman grabbed the remote, turned the dial up by a few notches, and pressed the red button. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Kimberly screamed. That one continued to sting even after the electricity stopped. "I said lie down!" She demanded. Kimberly whimpered as she lay down on her stomach. The woman approached her with the paddle, jammed a knee into Kimberly's legs, and held her head down so that she couldn't move. WHACK! That was the sound that the paddle created when it made contact with Kimberly's bare ass. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "What are you?" The woman asked. "I'm a slut." Kimberly responded hoping that the right answer would save her. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "What type of slut?" "I'm a selfish slut." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "What happens to selfish sluts?" "They get punished!" Kimberly screamed starting to sound desperate. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Each blow felt like an explosion of fire. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Tears began streaming down from Kimberly's face. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The pain was becoming unbearable. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "STOP!" Kimberly screamed. "Stop! Please... just stop!" "Do you promise to stop being a selfish slut?" "YES!" WHACK! "Do you promise to be a good girl from now on?" "YES!" WHACK! "And do you promise to remain obedient to me?" "YES! YES! I PROMISE! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU SAY! JUST STOP IT... PLEASE... STOP!" "Good girl." Kimberly sobbed into the hay beneath her while the woman discarded the paddle, sat down in front of her, and spread her legs. "You know what to do slut." She said to Kimberly. Without another word or gesture of resistance Kimberly crawled over to her, pushed the silk red panties aside, and began to lick. She had completely submitted herself. She had no choice. "Mmm." The woman moaned. Kimberly was crying and giving oral sex simultaneously. Every few seconds she would stop to catch her breath or let out a whimper and then continued to eat her out. She focused on the clitoris hoping that it would make her orgasm faster. Lucky for her, it did. "AAAHHHHHHHHH!" The woman held Kimberly's face in her crotch as she climaxed. All of her juices sprayed onto Kimberly's face. Unlike last night, Kimberly did not lick the cum or enjoy the sensation at all; she just felt degraded and humiliated. The woman got up, walked away, and returned with a bright red marker. "And don't forget." She said unscrewing the cap. Kimberly knew what was coming next. The letters S-L-U-T were written across her stomach. "Remember to be a good girl now." She said pecking Kimberly on the top of her head where there was no cum. She walked out of the barn and closed the large wooden door behind her. Kimberly collapsed on the mound of hay and cried herself to sleep. *** Kimberly awoke the next morning to the warmth of the sun on her face and birds chirping outside. She stirred for a minute and upon opening her eyes realized that she was no longer lying on a mound of hay. Instead found herself on the backseat of her car, fully clothed in her pyjamas, and with no restraints attached. 'Had it all been a bad dream?' She thought to herself. Her optimism was shattered with one look in the rear-view mirror. She pulled up her nightshirt and the letters T-U-L-S were clearly reflecting back at her. She could also feel something dry and crusty on her face. She numbly pushed the door open, crawled out of the car, walked through the front door of Stacy's house, and climbed the stairs. When she reached Stacy's bedroom she found her girlfriend lying comfortably on her bed reading a book. "Where did you disappear to?" She asked with a sneer. Kimberly lifted her shirt up to show her the letters. Stacy covered her mouth in shock. Kimberly began to cry. "Oh my God." Stacy said getting up to hug her. "She came back?" Kimberly nodded and continued to sob. "C'mon." Stacy said guiding her girlfriend to the bed. "Let's sit down." She gently guided Kimberly to the edge of the bed and motioned for her to sit down. "OWW!" Kimberly screamed as soon as her ass made contact with the mattress. She leapt back up in pain gripping the cheeks on her backside. "Shit. I'm sorry. I didn't know." Stacy lied. "Here, let me see." She once again guided Kimberly to the bed, this time lying her down on her stomach, and gently pulled her pants down to examine her ass. "It looks pretty red." She admitted. "Let me put some cream on it." She rummaged through her suitcase and returned a few moments later with a bottle of cream. She squirted out a circle the size of a quarter into her palm, rubbed her hands together, and gently spread the lotion over her girlfriend's buttocks. Kimberly shuddered at the cold sensation, but began to feel a slight relief from the stinging after a moment. "There. All done." Stacy said pulling Kimberly's pyjama bottoms back up. She closed the bottle cap, threw the lotion back in her bag, and returned to Kimberly's side. "Wanna talk about it?" She asked. Kimberly leapt forward, wrapped her hands around Stacy, and dragged her down beside her. "I'm sorry!" She said squeezing her as tight as she could. "I'm sorry for everything!" "Hey. Don't be like that-" "Don't ever leave me!" She demanded. "I'm sorry. I love you. Don't ever leave me alone again!" "Shhh." "I'm sorry..." She buried her face in Stacy's chest crying hysterically. A small grin secretly formed on Stacy's mouth. Her plan had worked perfectly. When Kimberly had calmed down a little, Stacy took her into the bathroom and cleaned her face and stomach with soapy water and a sponge. Afterwards, they returned to the bedroom and watched a movie together. Kimberly was on her stomach the entire time hanging onto Stacy like a child would to her favorite toy. Eventually, Stacy had to get up. "Hey." Stacy said nudging Kimberly. "I need to go to the bathroom." Kimberly reluctantly released her. "I'll be right back." She reassured her before she left. While she was gone, Kimberly thought she would take the opportunity to put on some more lotion. Her bottom was getting sore again and needed something to sooth it. She slid off the bed, making sure that her ass never touched the mattress, walked over to Stacy's suitcase, and began to rummage through the unorganized mess. Tops... no. Bras... no. Jeans... no. Underwear... no. Where the hell was it? It was a tiny bottle so it may have sunk to the bottom. Pyjamas... no. Then Kimberly's hand brushed across something fuzzy. 'What's this?' She thought. She pushed the pyjama bottoms aside to reveal what appeared to be black lingerie of some sort. She pulled it out and discovered that it was in fact a small black corset. Kimberly froze. It wasn't just a black corset; it was the black corset... her black corset. Inside it there was a small bulge. Kimberly reached in and pulled out a pair of red silk panties, transparent stockings, and a black mask. "Okay. I'm back." Stacy chimed coming returning from the bathroom. "What do you want to do n-" She stopped herself when she saw that Kimberly was holding the lingerie. There was a long moment of silence. Stacy knew she was screwed. "WELL?" Kimberly asked angrily, practically yelling at her. "Kim..." She said not sure what to say. "...It's not what it looks like..." Kimberly dropped the clothes, grabbed her suitcase, and stormed out of the room. "Kim... wait." Stacy said chasing after her. "DON'T EVER TALK TO ME AGAIN!" She screamed slamming the front door. Stacy returned to her bedroom and watched the car drive away into the distance from her window. She sat on her bed and contemplated her next move. 'Could there even be a next move?' She asked herself. Kimberly may not have had the heart to call the police, but in all likelihood their relationship was over. Panicking, she pulled out her cell phone and contacted the only person who might be able to help. "We've got a problem..." *** Kimberly sped down the road trying to get as far away from this dream-turned-nightmare as possible. Her bottom was stinging as she sat in the driver's seat, but the stinging on her ass could hardly compare to the pain in her heart. She couldn't believe that it had been Stacy all along. It explained a lot -- actually it explained everything -- but it was still hard to process that their entire relationship had been based on one big lie. She had considered calling the police immediately, but didn't have the heart to create a big scene. There was also still a trace of denial suppressed in her head, but that was gradually being overcome by reason. What was she going to do? Where was she going to go? Her family hated her and her girlfriend was a liar. If she went back to her apartment, Stacy would no doubt show up shortly thereafter and she was the last person she wanted to talk to. On the other hand, if she went back to Minnesota, there was no guarantee that her parents would even open the door. Then a lightbulb went off in Kimberly's head. She pulled a u-turn and began to drive in the other direction. *** Stacy decided to take a walk down the rural Nebraska road to clear her head. Little had been resolved in the last hour and she thought that maybe some fresh air and a peaceful country evening might help her devise a plan. It didn't. Getting desperate, she pulled out her cell phone and sent Kimberly a text. PLZ COME BAK SO WE CAN TALK THIS OUT? :( LOVE U <3 Stacy was so busy typing that she hardly noticed the headlights behind her getting brighter. A car passed by and came to a stop a few yards ahead. Stacy was sliding her phone back into her pocket when she felt a damp cloth being forced under her nose. She tried to resist, but suddenly became tired. She drifted off into a deep sleep and collapsed into somebody's arms. *** Stacy woke up naked on a mound of hay. She tried to get up, but the collar attached to her neck would not allow it. She was frightened and confused about what was going on. She surveyed her surroundings and realized that she was in the same abandoned barn that she had taken Kimberly. Then she heard a rustling off in the distance. She squinted into the darkness and was barely able to see a female figure in one of the wooden stalls. "Hello?" She said timidly. The person said nothing and kept working with her back towards Stacy. Stacy squinted a little harder to try and see what she was doing, but it was impossible from her angle. All she could make out was what she was wearing. There was some sort of a mask on her head... and black lingerie on her torso... it was a corset. 'Wait a minute.' She thought 'A black corset?' She squinted a little more. That wasn't just any black corset, it was her black corset; and the black mask that was covering her head looked like her gimp mask. She was probably wearing her stockings and her panties too, but it didn't matter because the corset alone was a dead giveaway. Stacy now had a pretty good idea of what was going on. "Kim?" She said. The girl said nothing and kept working. "Kim?" She asked again. "I know it's you." She ignored her. "Look... I'm sorry. Okay?" There was no response. "Kim, you don't have to do this just to get back at me. Just let me up and we'll talk this over." Nothing. Stacy sighed impatiently.