She calls Tom

For the next couple of days, Lauren had been a complete wreck. She had a hard time sleeping. She dreaded to look any of their mutual acquintaces in the eye at work, and she spent much of her free time surfing social media sites for any ill rumours circulating about her. And the fact that she had found nothing compromising, or anything concerning that horrible day, was making her all the more nervous. She knew she should have been glad, but she couldn't have helped but wonder why May hadn't tried to ruin her yet. It couldn't have been her good nature. No. Lauren knew her better than that. It was not paranoia. Really. May must have been planning something. And in her desperation to learn what that was, Lauren did the only thing she could think of. She called Tom. At least she could call him without arousing suspicion. That was the only reason, really. Well, more or less. And that he had been sort of nice to her back then.

That was five days ago. At first, they had met to buy a new bed for Lauren. But due to Lauren need to forget that day, and due to Tom's niceness, that initial meeting had led to several other ones later. One might even call them dates, though it wasn't official.

Until that first kiss.

And what a kiss it was.

Lauren's mind was swirling at the moment, but she could see the facts clearly. Tom wanted her not as a friend. It had been kind of obvious before, but it was even more so now. And Lauren needed something to take her mind off of May's plot. And that something was a man. Tom just happened to be the closest candidate. Not that she couldn't have seduced whomever she had wanted to. She could have. Easily. But Tom was already into her. And he was kind of cute. His eagerness was urging her forward. And she had given him the green light.

That was how they ended up on her brand new bed. They were finally about the break it in. And Lauren needed it. So much so, that she had failed to resist when Tom cuffed her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. She was in her bulky underwear, spread eagled on her new and comfy bed, ready for Tom to give her whatever he had wanted. Or was she?