Jane carefully coiled and packed her rope back into her case as a few Incubiker women cleaned up after the party. The silver gossamer dress was casually wrapped like a sarong around her waist, and the other women cast surreptitious glances of hostility and lust at her casual nudity. Jane ignored them, enjoying the relative peace of the room now that the IncuBikers had gone off to deal with the truck camera. Georgia had smiled dreamily as her friend Ophelia had led her away, and Jane had returned the smile until her beautiful partner had left the room, the imprints of knots and spiraled rope like tiny fossils of pleasure all across her dark skin. Ophelia hadn’t said a word to Jane but had stared at her friend with sad, envious eyes.
Elsie had never regained consciousness as a few of the women had roughly picked her up. One of them grimaced as the bottle had finally slid, bloody, out of the girl’s relaxed ass and clattered to the littered floor.
“Can you believe what a slut she was? Jesus, giving head like that, and getting so drunk she broke her own fucking nose…” one of them muttered as she pulled Elsie’s arm over her shoulder.
“I know! Fucking stupid bitch…” replied her partner, sneering. “Like anyone’s gonna want to tap that ass now that it’s all tore up like that. Busted a tooth, too. Pretty girl’s not gonna be Michael’s little pet behind the gold door any more.”
Her companion shushed her as they dragged Elsie past Jane, but never looked up. As the door closed behind them, she finally allowed a small frown and shook her head. “Lambs and wolves…” […]