Meeting a friend at the arrival gate.

Jessica dressed, and after a quick pit stop to try and clean herself up a bit, boarded her flight thankful that her IUD would prevent this adventure from coming back to haunt her in nine months.

As she settled in for a few hours, she found her mind wandering to the events of the last few days. She had, on multiple occasions, found herself naked and fucking complete strangers, and if she was being honest, once the fucking had started, she had loved every second of it. She wasn't sure if the collar was influencing her thoughts, and if it was she wasn't sure how much to care. She felt powerful, desired, sexy even. The thought of which, despite the fact the clamps had been quiet since Amir had left her quivering and cum-filled, made her wet again. She drifted to sleep envisioning more sex.

She was awoken by the captain coming on the intercom to signal they were about to land. Once securely on the tarmac, she retrieved her bags, and headed to the exit, where she hoped Dr. Gold would be waiting. Sure enough, she found her standing far away enough from the arriving passengers and their loved ones to stand out for Jessica. She waved when she saw her friend.

Dr. Sarah Gold was a colleague of hers who worked out of Tel Aviv University, and so Jessica had enlisted her as an informal guide and expert on ongoing digs in the region. She was of average height, shorter than Jessica and had long blonde hair which today she had contained in a messy bun. She wore a light blouse and khakis, and much like Jessica, years of long walks in the wilderness had kept her in shape. Jessica however, had always been girlishly jealous of her friend's larger breasts. The two embraced warmly, Sarah grabbed one of Jessica's bags wordlessly, and they walked to the car, content just to be in one another's company.

Once there and alone, Sarah, pulling put of the parking lot, finally spoke up. "So Jess, tell me about this collar."

Jessica gave her the g-rated version she had spent some of her flight rehearsing. She had been fooling around with the collar and accidentally locked it around her neck. Her research suggested a key may have been moved to a temple in Israel. She notably left out the clamps on her erogenous zones, the body control and the sex. Once she had finished, Sarah said nothing for a moment. Jessica sat for what felt like hours as her friend digested her story driving in silence. She was preparing to come completely clean, as crazy as it would sound, when Sarah began to laugh.

"Oh come on Jess," she giggled, playfully punching her friend on the shoulder. "Isn't the first rule of archeology not to play with the merchandise? What if it was booby trapped." Jessica laughed nervously. If only she knew.

As if to chime their agreement, the clamps suddenly buzzed to life. Jessica suppressed a shiver as they stimulated her, then subsided.

Oblivious, Sarah continued. "Fortunately for you, one of my contacts recently unearthed a temple that appears to have Sumerian influences, but they couldn't get past the antechamber. It's between here and the city proper, if you have the energy to give in a look now?"

It seemed as good a place as any to start. Jessica voiced her agreement, and the two scientists set off.