An embarrassed heroine

"Yippeee!"

"Way to go Amy!"

"We're proper proud of you."

"You're like totally amazing!"

Her friends congratulated Amy over the radio. Evidently, she had accidentally hit the escape button while she was wiggling about. It no longer glowed red.

"Uh, th-thanks," Amy stammered back, "but it was a team effort." Slowed by her recent orgasm, she started clumsily hopping back to her friends, teetering occasionally. She felt more than a little embarrassed; the effects of her naughty act lingered about her. Despite her lack of clothing, the bound student felt warm. Her heart was still thrumming from her excitement. A thin sheen of sweat glistened across her warm body, and she felt a slight flush across her cheeks and neck. Her knees also felt a little week, she was grateful for the harness to keep her upright.

As her friends raised her out of the basement, Amy realized with a bolt of shock that there was another sign of her orgasm: a damp spot on her panties. She curled her body and glanced down to confirm, and easily saw the dark circle. With a panicked gasp, Amy started desperately squirming within her bundle of straps and chains. There wasn't much she cound do, but the scarcely-clad student was getting better at moving around while bound.

Just in time, Amy managed to complete her improvised wiggling, and she emerged from the basement covering the wet spot on her panties with her hand. She awkwardly stood like that while Toni removed her harness. Thankfully, Amy was pretty sure her roommate was oblivious to her embarrassing masturbation, even as she crouched to loosen some straps.

The shackled college student kept her damp spot covered while they walked to the open door, which had a lit up congratulations side beyond. This would be a lot easier without these chains, Amy thought resigning herself to a twist stance as she shuffled forward. "Hey!" she piped up, surprised at herself, "what about the keys to my chains?" She rattled her bindings in case her friends didn't know what she was talking about.

"Oh, we didn't find any other keys," said Sarah.

"Maybe it was a mix up like you said," added Toni.

"Just think of them as a bonus puzzle to solve," suggested Kat.

Amy frowned a bit at she stared about helplessly. "I kinda wish we'd figure out how to get these off soon."

Crystal tugged Amy's arms about to investigate them. "Are they hurting you at all."

"No, but I can't wear them all day," joked the shackled student. "Let's see if Anya can take them off," she added hopeful as the group headed towards the receptionist.

As if on que a brutal vocal barrage started up. "Fire you!? Fire you!?" screamed Anya her words loud enough to be clearly heard despite her being at least twenty feet away and on the other side of a closed door. "If that young Miss Best is upset by your mistake, I'll be lucky to still have a job." There was brief pause during in the verbal lashing during which Amy heard nothing. But whoever Anya was talking to must have said something as she firmly replied, "no, I'll sort out your mess. You're going to sit here and think about how you will never half ass your work for this company again."

The door between them swung open, and with a jingling of chains Amy jumped back, instinctively afraid that she'd be yelled at next.

"Miss Best," said Anya visibly smothering her anger with a customer service smile. "It seems you were given the wrong props. I would like to personally apologize for any inconvenience this has caused you. I'll see that your party is refunded and give you a few free vouchers to prove this is a one time occurrence."

"Th-thanks," Amy managed to say still twisted to keep her damp panties concealed. If the manager found out she'd used the store's equipment for something that lewd, the shackled student would be the next person to get a tongue lashing. "But that's unnecessary; it really was just a tiny mistake," she added loud enough that hopefully the berated employee could hear. Anya's office was eerily silent, if Amy didn't know any better she'd think no one was in there; the poor worker must have been scared nearly to ****.

"Nonsense," commented Anya, "I'll make sure we find some way to make you happy with your situation." She grabbed the young woman's chain and pulled her forward. Amy weakly squeaked in surprise as she was bent so that the other woman could examine her shackles. The helpless student desperately tried to keep her soiled panties hidden between her tightly squeezed legs.

"Set number five," mumbled Anya to herself. "The keys are just at the desk," she told Amy, still holding her chain like a leash.

Amy squeaked again as the determined blonde led her down the hall. As the chain ran down her back, she ended up turned around while Anya continued to tug her along. Amy's friends followed them, smiling casually at her. This made the backwards-walking student feel very self conscious about her wiggling breasts and her damp panties which she hoped were hidden by her half crossed legs.

That said it wasn't half as embarrassing as when she was brought to the building's reception area with it's large windows and glass doors. And things only got more mortifying when she saw a stranger outside, rushing towards the door. Amy desperately looked around for a place to hide. The thought of being seen in skimpy and wet underwear by a stranger was terrifying. But Anya was already behind the receptionist desk sorting out some paperwork and her friends were still halfway down the hall for some reason. **** Amy shuffled towards a large potted plant as fast as the shackles would let her. Like a scared rodent, she tucked herself behind the slim palm tree, moving her chains to the side so they wouldn't get in the way as she bent over. Her round butt ended up jutting out a little, but that couldn't be helped; there wasn't much room behind the plant. At least her face was covered, mostly.

She'd barely got into her "hiding" spot just as the stranger burst through the doors. "Nobody move!" he shouted and Amy just realized he wore a ski-mask. "This is a robbery."