May Gets Knotty

"So Dwayne had that jet ski there the whole time?" clarified Claire, as the credits played.

"Yeah, pretty coo, right?" replied May, slurring her words very little despite the number of times she'd refilled her margherita cup.

"Why didn't he use it when Shelia needed to get to the shipwreck?"

The caricature of a sour expression wriggled onto May's face. "If you're thinkin-ing like that, you didn't watch the movie. There were even men with muscles and stuff for you."

Claire nodded there were some objectively handsome men, but nothing that really appealed to her. She'd always liked guys that were quiet and gentle. Her eyes drifted to May. The bikini clad woman's skin looked soft and warm to the touch.

"Um," she said to distract herself, "what about that 30-second rope escape scene. That just feels cheap."

"No it's magic," countered May, "er a magic trick. See they tied her up but didn't really."

As evident by Claire's expression, the explanation wasn't making much sense.

May pleaded her case, "They did a whole bonus feature on the BluRay about it. I'll show you." Before Claire could respond, the bikiai-babe was sauntering down her apartment's hall. She soon returned soon with a coil of silken rope which she handed to Claire. "See, I'll get you to tie me up and I'll escape just like Tiff." She turned around and squatted slightly to present her hands to Claire. "Start by tying a tight loop around my left wrist."

Claire followed her new friends directions. The rope felt strong yet pliable and easy to work with. After securing May's left wrist, she bound both wrists together with another loop of the soft rope, then pinned May's arms to her back with a third loop around her belly. As she wound the rope around her increasingly helpless captive, Claire felt a strange thrill. This was oddly adventurous and mischievous; it felt good to be the villain, gaining more power over the scantily clad heroine.

When Claire was finished with her poor captive the rope had been wrapped around her body from her neck to her ankles. The latter actually had several loops because May had suggested the excess rope be wound around her calves like thread around a spindle. Besides that patch, the skarlet strands didn't cover much. In fact, because May had asked to be bound so tight, the ropes altogether ignored her curves. They seemed to merely frame the woman's bum and breasts, leaving only the sparse swatches of her string bikini to cover her intimate parts. Claire find the view oddly fascinating.

Sitting on the couch, May struck a demure pose, which was about all she could do when tied so tightly. Her feminine legs were pinned together, and having her hands bound behind her kept her back straight. "Now," she stated, shifting her shoulders like a runner before a race, "time to watch the master work. Better not blink 'cause I'll be out before you know it." She slowly shifted her bound hands behind her back; the rope across her bare belly shifted, and a hint of concern crossed her brow. May tried again twisting her shoulders while she tugged about behind her back, but had the same success.

Claire watched with a fair amount of shadenfreude as her restrained friend wildly and uselessly squirmed against the rope. Much to her pleasure, May continued to struggle against her bindings until she tipped sideways and landed across her couch with a startled squeak. As the bound-babe continued to flounder seemingly unable to even sit back up, Claire felt her excitement grow. May looked so **** and exposed as she helplessly wiggled, her sarong disheveled by her efforts. From Claire's position of power, she could do a lot of villainous things; she could pinch her poor hostage... or tickle her...

"Um, I might've messed up something. Could you untie me?"

She could... untie the knots of her bikini, and watch her helpless captive try to keep herself from being stripped totally naked.

The wind thrummed against the window, trying to find a way to sneak in. Claire thought about loosening May's skimpy swimwear then getting a hunk of snow and making her victim face the predicament of enduring ice on her bare skin without flinching or squirming until she finally stripped herself naked.

"You are going to untie me, right?" hesitantly asked May as she nervously rubbed her legs together and wiggled her toes.

"Yes, I," Claire stammered a bit embarrassed about how mean her thoughts got. "Sorry it's just been a weird night."

May laughed, "Yeah, but fun."

Untying the bikini-babe turned out to be much harder than tying her up. Claire spent several minutes trying to unwind the tangle of rope, accidentally tying new knots on at least two occasions. Her efforts were hampered by the "help" of her tipsy friend who gave contradictory instructions and squirmed incessantly while Claire worked. The Impulse to spank her crept into Claire's mind, but she ignored it; May was just trying to help after all.

"Alright! escape successful," cheered the freshly freed woman as she sprang up and flailed out a happy little dance. "I think we deserve another drink to celebrate," she concluded, strutting towards her blender.

"None for me," called Claire after her. "I want to be able to walk home," she wryly added.

There was a brief silence in the kitchen before May erupted in a landslide of laughter, like it was the funniest thing she'd heard.

A stampede of blender noises later, May returned with two margheritas. "If you're not gonna drink," she explained, "I mma gonna need t' double fist me."

Claire's brow furrowed at the thought of **** poisoning. "Or you could just save some for your next party."

"Nope, cutie," countered May, setting a cup down to playfully tap Claire's nose. "I opened the tequita-la, it'll get bruised if I leave it fer tomorrow."

"I don't think that's how it works."

May flopped onto her couch. "I was expecting more drinking, and more girls in bikinis." Her lip curled into a cute pout. "I mean, I knew how empty the building was with half of the people on holiday, but... And why didn't you wear a 2-piece; I told you to."

"I like this swimsuit."

Displeased with Claire's answer, May brushed it aside, but immediately cheered up as another idea came to her. "Hey, this isn't my only bikini. You could borrow one of mine." She stood and swayingly gestured to her bedroom."I can help you put it on." Before Claire could even answer, May was offering another suggestion. "Or, or, or, I could put on a different bikini. This isn't the skimpiest one I own; do you wanna see?"

"Maybe another time," deflected Claire.

May huffed her disappointment. "At least let me show you my favorite shoes." She stumbled over to her front closet. Rummaging about, she quickly found the aforementioned pair by scattering every other piece of her footwear about. Then May leaned against the wall and slid down it in a way that only seemed half intentional. Once sitting she began strapping on the fire-engine-red highheeled sandals.

Despite her **** state, May managed to walk elegantly if a bit stilted back to Claire. It was obvious each step was slow and deliberate to avoid looking clumsy. "They're my fuck-me heels. What do you think?" She struck an exaggerated pose sticking her hip out and loosely crossing her arms above her head. Unfortunately, she lost her balance a bit and had to flail to keep her legs under her.

"I think you should take them off before you break your cute little nose."

"Aww, you think my nose is cute?"

"Shoes off," repeated Claire firmly.

"Okay," sighed May, flopping back down on the couch. She began unbuckling her perilous footwear while muttering, "mom," under her breath, but once her task was completed she was back to her chipper self. "Whadda you, we wanna do now? Play spin the butt-le? Or how 'bout a drinking game?"

"It's getting late," guessed Claire, "Why don't we watch the sequel and give you a chance to sober up a bit."

"Ha, I knew it'd grow on you."

"Maybe a bit."

"You'll be a bikini lover in no time." May scooched to the end of the couch to playfully nuzzle against her friend, something Claire accommodated by positioning herself right on the sofa's edge.