SS Undercover Ch 9

Cassie takes the underwear and turns back to the window with a frown. Does she need to go out that way? No. She unlocks the door and opens it, revealing the women waiting in the hallway. It looks like nothing’s happened, although muffled shouting is audible from a nearby room.

“Got it,” Cassie says, holding up the key. “I just looked for it. I should’ve opened the door so you guys could help. I wasn’t thinking.”

Colby shrugs. “Nobody is. They definitely aren’t thinking about how stealing underwear is nothing compared to unlawful detention and ****.” She turns to give Kylie a look.

Kylie rolls her eyes. “Fine. We’ll take her to the police.”

“No,” Kayla grumbles. “Do your weird gay stuff. No cops.”

“Sounds like consent to me,” Ying says.

Cassie realizes belatedly that Ying is pissed. This woman is a total stranger, but it is pretty clear, despite her placid exterior, that she does not like having her home invaded or her underwear stolen. That’s valid.

“I think y’all just want to play in your dungeon. If it’s even real,” Cassie says, handing the key to Kylie.

“Wouldn’t you?” Kylie asks, and there’s a hint of a smolder in her eyes.

Cassie plays it cool. “Maybe. Bondage isn’t really my kink.”

“What is?” Kylie asks as their little group heads for the stairs, a bright red Apple trailing along behind, while Ying marches Kayla like a prisoner.

Cassie is unaccustomed to things like that being asked directly in front of an audience. Kylie isn’t being completely serious, but it’s clear that the thing to do is to present as worldly and confident, which Cassie mostly is. “You guys promise not to tell anyone?”

Elsa holds up her pinky.

Cassie brushes her hair back self-consciously. “I like listening to music, and I have a vibe that like goes with the music.” She snaps her fingers a few times. “It’s hard to explain.”

Kylie finds her hand. “Tell me more.”

“I like dancing. What about you?”

“What a coincidence. I, too, have been known to enjoy dancing.”

It is mind-blowing to Cassie that Kylie is walking in a straight line and not slurring at all, because she is drunk with a capital D.

“I’ve never seen her try to flirt before,” Elsa says over her shoulder. “Drunk or sober. I thought she’d be better at it.”

“She’s doing fine,” Cassie replies.

They go to a door tucked out of sight in the back of the kitchen, where they enter a narrow staircase with unfinished stone walls that takes a turn halfway down. Cassie holds Kylie’s hand tight as they enter the chilly basement, where the concrete floor is cracked, and all the light comes from work lights. This place is seriously old. They walk among big plastic tubs of personal effects identified by masking tape labels with names written in Sharpie. Cassie spots a much better laundry room than CGH has. Sure, it’s dark and cold down here, but CCL has four washers and four dryers. And they look new. CGH has two and a spreadsheet that nobody uses. It’s one of the biggest hang-ups Cassie has about moving in there.

“Moment of truth,” Kylie says, letting go of Cassie and approaching the door with the gleaming key. She removes the padlock with a smug look. “Step into my office.”

“You don’t know a single fucking thing about BDSM that you didn’t learn from 50 Shades,” Elsa tells her disdainfully as she brushes past.

“You think pegging Flynn makes you an expert?” Kylie retorts.

“I think you’re just jealous because you want to be the one pegging Flynn.”

Colby seems startled. “Flynn likes getting pegged?”

“Flynn likes everything,” Ying says.

That’s what Cassie has heard as well. She doesn’t even date boys, but UFG only has so many heartthrobs, and Flynn is comfortably among the top five. They never shut up about him at CGH. That’s as far as her thoughts get because the dungeon takes her breath away.

The walls are hung with burgundy velvet—a seriously fancy design touch. It’s old, and the velvet has a slightly stale smell, probably because it’s been locked up and stuffy down here. Black wire racks line every wall, and the room is shockingly big.

Paddles and floggers seem obvious and basic, but there’s a jewelry box with nipple clamps that gleam under a special light. Vibrators, dildos, an intimidating array of anal stuff, straps, handcuffs, coils of ropes in various colors, and there’s even a stack of how-to Shibari books. Lube. Gags. Bondage rope. The furniture includes a St. Andrew’s Cross, a horse, and a submission bench with manacles. More impressive than any of that are the three full rolling clothing racks of S&M costumes in a variety of types and sizes. It’s not the corsets and bodices that impress Cassie, it’s the implications of their presence. Accumulating all of this, taking care of it, cleaning it, sharing it—it must have taken a level of teamwork and community from the women of CCL that Cassie has never seen from anyone, anywhere. CCL must have been something in the old days.

“Oh shit,” Kayla says, looking a little intimidated as she takes it all in. “You guys weren’t playing.”

But everyone else is looking around in wonder as well, even the noticeably more composed Ying.

“Hey!” Cassie jumps in surprise when Kylie gently pinches her bottom. “What?”

“You’re the guest of honor. What should be done with this thieving, perverted…” Kylie stops there, thinking hard. “Wench?” She’s really struggling to be any semblance of coherent.

“Can you get her some water?” Cassie asks Apple, who nods and jogs away. “I don’t know that it’s my place to…” Cassie starts to tell Kylie, but Elsa cuts her off.

“Do it, pussy. I think we should spank her ass until she can’t sit down. Or put something absolutely massive in her butt.”

“Um, no,” Kayla says.

Nobody’s putting anything in anyone.

“Can we at least tear her clothes off and shame her for like any blemish on her body?” Elsa asks.

“No,” Cassie and Ying say together.

Elsa rolls her eyes. “Might as well just hang a sign outside that says it’s cool to take our underwear.”

Cassie can go along with this in good fun, and Kayla is both game and a little excited by what she sees here, but she is not down for the kind of serious gayness that this room is meant for. Colby’s not speaking up, and neither is Ying. They really do seem willing to let Cassie call the next play. Kayla has to be tied up; they can’t let all this stuff go to waste. Elsa’s right that whipping Kayla or spanking her, within reason, is the obvious thing to do. Although if Cassie were in Kayla’s place, she would prefer the touch of a vibe to that of a paddle.

Spank Kayla?

Or use a vibrator on her?