The wrong door...or was it? (Kinky)

Beth finished up Peter's massage, and took a quick break to allow the couple to change positions. They continued to banter playfully with her: Peter had no shame in watching hungrily while she worked on Jenny.
Their conversation started going in an odd direction. They asked her some questions about her personal life. Nothing that crossed the line to the point where Beth didn't want to answer, but she got the sense that she was... interviewing. {if@ History = 0
}What's going...on here? {elseif History = 2
]Beth noticed the shared, secretive smiles passing between them after certain answers. And she couldn't shake the notion that Peter was giving her a.... familiar look. {if Shame >50
}No. That can't be. {else
}Come off it, Beth. You're seeing things. They wouldn't be...would they? {endif
}{else
}We're just talking. Stop getting notions. {endif
}Peter made an offhand comment, something about wanting the three of them to hang out together sometime for fun. However, Beth shivered at the tone, the inflection, the...subtle innuendo of it. {if History > 1
}
He....he sounds like a....
{else
}
Stop it. This isn't one of those videos, silly girl...He's not.... {endif
} Beth suddenly felt very flustered. So much so that she ended up spilling massage oil all down the front of her outfit.
"Damn it!" she couldn't believe she'd been so clumsy. "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened there."
Peter seemed to know her thoughts as he smiled. "It's okay. Why don't you clean yourself up. The downstairs bathroom is out of order right now, but if you go upstairs, the bathroom is on your first left."
"Thanks. I'm sorry about that."
"Don't worry. It happens." Jenny seemed as if she was trying hard to hold something in, like she knew a secret she wasn't telling. It was all very strange. Beth headed upstairs sheepishly. First door on the left... man. That was so embarrassing. Peter was just looking at me. Why did I get so flustered?
His eyes...though. Have they always been so... penetrating? So confident? Jenny's a lucky...
Her thoughts died as she opened the door. This wasn't a bathroom.

Beth gasped. It was a bedroom that was filled and decorated with bondage gear, and bondage furniture. Oh my... Her loins twitched as she took it in... the St. Andrew's cross.... the pillory, the rack of paddles and whips. The shackles, collars, cuffs... the bed with straps and chains ready to tie a submissive down.
"What do you think?" Jenny's voice made Beth spin around in surprise. She had been so enraptured that she hadn't heard Jenny or Peter follow her upstairs.
{if Shame > 30
}"Oh my God! I'm so sorry...you said the first door on the left, Didn't you?" She was mortified, but the couple just smiled. {else
}"I'm so sorry. I thought this was the bathroom." She kept her voice neutral, but inside she was buzzing. {endif
}She almost didn't notice that Jenny was still bare ass naked, or that Peter was squeezing that ass.
"You didn't do anything wrong." Jenny said, voice as smooth as butter.
Peter smiled at her. It was a wolf's smile. "Jenny has a good sense for people. She thought you might be interested in seeing..." he chuckled: a creamy, dark sound that sent a shiver up her spine. "Well, she calls it 'my lair.'"
{if@ History = 0
}{if@ Shame > 70
}Oh...Oh god...this can't be real, can it? I feel asleep watching...those videos again. Yeah. I'm going to wake up any second now... {elseif Shame > 30
}God...how? How did they know? They had never spoken of this kind of stuff. {else
}How did they figure it out? Do I look that eager? {endif
}{elseif Shame > 30
}I deleted my fetlife account, so how did they figure it out?... They had never spoken of this kind of stuff. {else
}Maybe they just found my fetlife account. I probably should have deleted that... {endif
}
Beth couldn't deny the excitement she had felt, looking at all the pretty toys and imagining her own body being restrained...{if History > 1
}and punished... and fucked. {endif
} {if History = 0
}{if Shame > 70
}Her mouth worked silently for a few seconds. "Wh...why...?" Her voice was embarrassingly high pitched.
"Well..." Peter smiled at Jenny, and she smiled back before they both regarded her. "To answer that question, we'd love for you to join us for dinner tonight. If you don't have any plans of course." Two smiling wolves. And I'm the stupid lamb that wandered into their den.
{elseif Shame > 30
}"Y...your lair...? Why...?" Come on, Beth. Playing dumb?
"Well..." Peter smiled at Jenny, and she smiled back before they both regarded her. "To answer that question, we'd love for you to join us for dinner tonight. If you don't have any plans of course."
Mmmmph... She squirmed a little at the feeling between her legs. I'm in danger...
{else
}"Oh? And why did you think I'd be interested in seeing it?" She was impressed at the continued smoothness of her voice. The wetness between her legs was growing by the minute, and she had to clear her throat. Fuck...I'm so hot for all this right now.
"Well..." Peter smiled at Jenny, and she smiled back before they both regarded her. "To answer that question, we'd love for you to join us for dinner tonight. If you don't have any plans of course."
Oh my god...it's really happening...Can...can I actually contemplate refusing?
{endif
}{elseif Shame > 70
}Her mouth worked silently for a few seconds. "Wh...why...?" Her voice was embarrassingly high pitched. I've put this stuff behind me! Beth was having trouble believing her own thoughts.
"Well..." Peter smiled at Jenny, and she smiled back before they both regarded her. "To answer that question, we'd love for you to join us for dinner tonight. If you don't have any plans of course."
Two smiling wolves. And I'm a lamb that wandered into their den. Fuck...I've missed being that lamb... {elseif Shame > 30
}"Y...your lair...? Why...?" Come on, Beth. Playing dumb?
"Well..." Peter smiled at Jenny, and she smiled back before they both regarded her. "To answer that question, we'd love for you to join us for dinner tonight. If you don't have any plans of course."
Mmmmph... She squirmed a little at the feeling between her legs. I'm in danger...I miss being in this kind of danger.
{else
}"Oh? And why did you think I'd be interested in seeing it?" She was impressed at the continued smoothness of her voice. Whether they've found my fetlife or not, I'm not just going to give the game away. They need to make their move. Her snatch moistened at the thought of what moves they could make.
"Well..." Peter smiled at Jenny, and she smiled back before they both regarded her. "To answer that question, we'd love for you to join us for dinner tonight. If you don't have any plans of course."
Fuck.... that's a pretty good move.
{endif
}