More surprises

You wake up feeling a bit cold, no bed sheets over your naked body, the dry sweat makes you feel uncomfortable and the lack of human contact is almost depressing. You were alone, but they your room was thrashed was a signal that something had happened last night, not just a dream. Over the bed stand there was a leash, the one you put on Scarlett’s neck and your memory revisits the blurry images of the past night. You feel content, only waking up to someone relieving your morning wood would have made this better.

You leave your bed and go take a shower, then gather your bed sheets and put them on the washing machine, working on your morning chores. When you get your clothes, there is a surprise: Black Widow’s dress hanging there.

“She must have read my mind…” You mutter while grinning and then you stumble into another surprise in your kitchen. There, a couple of coffee cups stand over the kitchen table, their content appears cold and laying there, a note and a panty. It was Elizabeth’s, as Scarlett came without underwear. The panty has a red kiss on its crotch and the note said:

“Sorry stud, I had to take your pet back to work, I guess you’ll agree that it would be weird if she suddenly disappeared and when they find her you’d have her tied to your bed or something. I told her my idea and she seems to have liked it…so, expect someone else to warm your bed ;D”

The days goes by slowly and you fantasize about what is to come and what you had last night, remembering both Scarlett and Elizabeth left pantyless and might still be wearing nothing down below. When you arrive at noon to your work, you get a message from an unknown sender. The message was a picture of a girl’s breasts exposed and both boobs being squeezed by two hands that didn’t match the owner of said fuck-pillows. The girl was also biting her lip with a sexy, confident smile. And you know the pic was from Scarlett, but the skin color didn’t match hers or Elizabeth…

_“I like surprises” you texted her back. The only answer was “PD: Don’t leak it, please”. You retort swiftly with a last message through Whatsapp which gets marked as "Seen". “Sure, but I want a few like those for my personal use.” _

After that, the day and night proceed even slower, which let you think about your current situation. Maybe if I’m going to play the part…I should get a few toys. Damn you boss, you made me a customer. And you look around the store while no one comes in, taking your time in the BDSM section, deciding for a red-colored rope and planning on watching some Youtube videos, I mean, they probably have videos for that, right? You end up feeling like the biggest pervert in the world while you buy it, otherwise known as your typical sex-shop customer.

With no new messages or anything remotely interesting happening, you end your shift and drive back to your place, slightly anxious as to what the surprise might be. Just as you arrive at your apartment, your cellphone vibrates and you check for a new message with a new picture. In it, who you know is Scarlett is wearing the leash and apparently nothing else, but you can only see her naked shoulders. The leash is being tugged by someone else who you can’t see. Then, a text message. “Your pet is waiting for you to fill her cunt with your creamy cum all night long. Maybe I want some of that too.”

You sprint upstairs as the elevator had a malfunction in the morning and hastily open the door, not even thinking how they; whoever the other was, had gotten inside your apartment.

And right in the middle of the living room, there they were.