Poker Face

Since she did not have a video shoot scheduled the next day, Angel Allwood slept until noon. Then she spent the day shopping, getting her hair and nails done, and returning home in the late afternoon to get ready for her "date" with Charles Randolph at eight o'clock. She took a taxi to the man's upscale apartment in the center of town, and, after the doorman had obtained approval, she was waved into the lobby.

A quick elevator ride to the fifteenth floor and her knock on the door was answered by Randolph himself. "Angel," he gushed, "So good to see you." He gave her a brief peck on her cheek and glanced at his watch. "And right on time, too."

As her host headed for the bar in the living room, Angel saw that there was another man present. The porn star's smile flickered, but she quickly recovered it. "I didn't know that Louie was going to be here," she commented to Charles.

"Hello, Angel," Louis Harrington said as he arose from the couch to join Charles at the bar.

"I hope you don't mind," Charles answered as he took a large glass pitcher of martinis out of the small refrigerator behind the bar. "You will receive extra compensation, of course."

"Oh, no problem at all," Angel replied as she joined the others. "I think Louie is in love with my mouth as much as you are, Charles."

"More," Louis flashed a toothy simile at her.

By then Charles had poured three glasses and plopped in the accompanying olives. Angel picked up one, belted it back, and held it out for a refill before either of the men had even taken a glass. With her second martini, she took normal sips. "So," she smiled coyly over the rim of her stemmed glass. "What do you two boys have planned for me this evening." She took another sip of her drink. "Or need I ask?"

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She was right; she needn't had asked. Within fifteen minutes they had moved into Charles's "game room", complete with sound proofing so as not to disturb his neighbors. Angel had totally disrobed and together Charles and Louis had bound each of her legs and feet with several loops of rope around her upper thighs and ankles so that she could not stand from a kneeling position. A frame, much like an Old West hitching post, only shorter and made of pipe instead of wood, was behind her. Her arms were looped over the back of the pipe connected to the pipe stands on each end. Rope was used on her wrists to secure them to the pipe stands. The men had tightly looped a long length of black cord around each of Angel's breasts, causing them to stand out away from her torso. The breasts were swollen and slightly purple due to the restricted blood flow. The cord was then passed around the support pipes and tied to the ropes encircling her thighs and ankles.

Angel remained silent in her kneeling position, watching as the two men removed their clothing.