Wait for an opening.

Not yet. She's fast and surprisingly strong. You bide your time and wait for the opening required to allow your escape. It'll be difficult with your arms tied behind your back, but you need to stay strong.

She turns back around and pets her hands down your chest.

"This is fun, but my friend is going to be upset if I don't finish this job quickly. I'd like to know why you're in such a panic... I guess I'll live with that curiosity though."

She snickers and leans her face a few inches from yours. Gently, she bites her lips, and gazes into your eyes. You can't tell if the expression of lust is genuine or she's teasing you further. But either way, you really wish this would have happened a week ago. Her hand moves down and starts to touch your shaft. She slides her hand up and down the fabric of your trousers. Slow at first, but she starts to move faster.

"Or, I can go a little longer," she whispers.

"No you won't," an unknown feminine voice says.

Both you and her turn to see what looks nearly like a clone of this catkin, though her hair is black with purple tips, and extends a bit past her shoulders. She even wears the same clothing, if you can call it that. She plants her hands on her hips.

Now's the time.

You bolt to the side. Without looking back, you make it out through the alley, hearing the noises of angry women behind you. Around the corner and down the block you run with tape over your mouth and rope tying your wrists behind your back. You probably look absolutely ridiculous, and you've never really tried sprinting with a hard on before, but it turns out its really awkward.

You make it far enough away where you think you can stop. To avoid embarrassment, you sneak down another alley and begin to wiggle your arms in hopes the knots loosen so you don't have to actually find someone to free you. It works! It takes a bit, but the rope falls off and you tear the tape from your mouth. Owch.

That was terrifying and strange. Worst of all, now you're hungry. Down the street you begin to wander, and for an hour or two, you browse through all the shops that line these blocks. You try to forget what just happened. Catkin are crazy.