Things get interesting.

She leads you past a small elevator adding, “That thing is broken all the time I don't trust it any more. This way, I always take the stairs.” She then quickly leads you up three flights of stairs, through a steel door, and down a hall to a old olive green painted door with the numbers 312 just above a tiny peephole. She pulls her keys from her little purse and proceeds to unlock the handle and a pair of rather sturdy looking bolt locks. Flashing you a little smile she adds, “You can never be too careful, right?” As she pushes the heavy door open and slips inside. She tosses the keys, her purse, and the ball case from the figure on the kitchen table that is to the left just inside of the door and holds the door open as you follow her in. Taking a moment to scan the room as you enter you can see her apartment is rather small, the area just to the left of the door is basically a dining area with a small round table and 3 chairs. Beyond this is a small kitchen that has a wall separating it from the attached living room. A small hallway is next that passes down beyond the living room with a door on each side you would guess are the bedroom and bathroom. To the right is the living room with a rather large puffy leopard print couch right out of the 70's a wide armed chair big enough for 2 to share, a small glass coffee table, and, on the wall, a rather impressive 50” flat screen tv. She pushes the door closed and locks both the handle and one of the bolt locks after you enter, you notice the last lock is opened by a key only on either side. “Have a seat, I'll get you a beer. Or do you want to split a bottle of wine?”

“Beer would be fine.” You answer as you look around at the couple of pictures on the walls in the living room. Opposite the tv above the couch hang two framed movie posters, “Ultraviolet” and “Sin City” Both of which are basically the lead female star posing and looking quite sexy. The far wall has a window some shelves holding movies and books, and a couple more pictures of what you assume are her friends, you count 12 rather attractive women and a couple of guys all look to be from 16 to 25 when the pictures were taken. Setting the figure on the table you grab the remote, plop down on the couch, and click on the tv. It takes a few seconds for the television to come on and as you wait you hear her pop the tops off of a couple of bottles of beer and the sound of the refrigerator click closed. Just as she walks into view the screen comes to life, but the screen is just a slightly different shade of black as you realize it is still on some kind of input channel.

“I was watching a movie before work. Just click the input button on the remote and pick cable, it will come on.” She says as she hands you a beer, and joins you on the couch. She sets her figure on the table next to yours with it's arms raised as if to challenge your figure and lets out a little snort of a laugh. “Or we could watch a movie if you want?”

“That would be cool. I am up for anything.” You reply suddenly a bit nervous for some reason. Just then you feel her hand on your neck pulling you over to her, but as you turn your head, you see she has stood up and is over at the shelf picking out a movie. “What?” You say as your hand slaps the back of your neck, but there is nothing there.

“I like the way you think. My last girlfriend gave me a movie just like that, I know it is here somewhere.” She says, as if responding to your suggestion, despite the fact that you didn't make one. “Got it. Here I will put it on and be right back.” She grabs the second remote, powers up her dvd player, slips in the disk, and pushes play, before scampering away down the hall and through the door on the right.

The second she is beyond the door doing who knows what you are overcome with panic as you feel yourself lifted off the couch by an unseen **** and all of your clothes explode off of you and basically vaporized by the effect. You are then plopped back on the couch unharmed. Your eyes scan the room frantically not knowing what to do. Just then the movie comes to life and you see a sexy brunette dressed in leather bondage clothing walk into a room to find a sexy short haired blond, hogtied, and lying on the floor with a ball gag in her mouth, wearing only a pair of fence net stockings, impossibly high heeled black shoes that have locks around her ankles, and a pair of clamps on her nipples. Your attention is drawn to the movie, naturally, and for a few seconds you forget just where you are.

“I can't believe you are into bondage also, that is so cool.” You hear her say down the hall, then she blurts out, “What the hell.” Followed by a scream.