Part 4 (1/2)

Her lips quivering, trying to keep herself from laughing, she managed to get out an admonishment.

”You think that was funny?”

Just before I burst out laughing, she raised her small fists and began to ineffectually pound them against my chest. The cuffs making the job much harder on her. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I just about collapsed on the floor. I was holding my stomach and crying. This poor girl. I could hear her laughing as she mock hit me.

Finally, she gripped my shoulder with her hands and managed to pull me to the floor. Not like I could resist a lot. I vaguely heard Elizabeth wander into the room and remark.

”What the h.e.l.l is going on in here? Hmmmmm?”

By this time Amy had managed to straddle my chest. Pinning me down. Her bare body looking luscious as she wrestled with me.

She pretended to choke me. Not really threatening me. Just playing.

”Listen to me, you brat,” she hissed at me. ”That wasn't funny. I could have had a heart attack.”

I just couldn't stop laughing. I felt Elizabeth's weight come down on my legs. I heard her voice distantly.

”What did he do to you?”

I managed to control the laughter for another moment. Enough to hear Amy speaking over her shoulder to Elizabeth.

”There I was. Quietly listening to AC/DC. Minding my own business. Enjoying myself for the first time in like three days. And this turkey sneaks in and turns up the stereo to like eleven. I just about had a freaking heart attack. And this bozo,” I felt her fists. .h.i.t me again, ”thinks it's hilarious.”

I began to laugh again. Shaking the bare girls sitting on me.

I managed to gasp out. ”It was freaking hilarious. You should have seen yourself.”

I could feel Elizabeth begin to laugh as well. It was infectious. Finally Amy just gave up and just let herself laugh. Falling across me. Nearly smothering me with her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Finally, the giggles nearly left us.

”All I wanted was to find out what you wanted for lunch.”

I could feel Amy begin to giggle again. I felt Elizabeth roll off my legs and just sit cross-legged beside us stupid people. At last the giggles were spent. My stomach hurt. But I felt better. I gently pushed Amy until she gave up and rolled off me. The bare girl just lay back on the floor and tried to stop her laughing. Tears were streaming from her eyes and she brushed at them with her bound hands. There was a s.h.i.+ne and a smile on Elizabeth's face.

I sat up.

Elizabeth looked at the two of us with a mocking severe look on her face.

”You two quite finished yet?”

I nodded. But the question managed to get a few more giggles out of Amy.

”If you two idiots are done with your giggling, I'm hungry. What am I making?”

Amy managed to gasp out. ”I'm famished. Please. How about a Club sandwich.”

I looked at Elizabeth. ”You know how to make a Club sandwich?”

She gave me a withering stare. ”I was a waitress in a former life. I can make a Club sandwich. Geez.”

I had no idea what any of the girls did in real time. Except maybe Jane. She was probably a high school student. Amy was probably a college student. But that didn't preclude employment I suppose.

I smiled at Elizabeth. ”Go on. Careful though. Polly, the cook is in there. Don't let her surprise you. Make six sandwiches. Okay?”

Elizabeth gave me an odd look and carefully rose to her bare feet. To her count there was only five of us. I guess she'd find out about the newest addition to our family soon.

I looked down at Amy, still gasping for breath on the floor. Her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s rising and falling erratically. She opened her eyes.

”You are such an idiot.” Her belly convulsed a couple more times as she tried to control the impulse to laugh. She finally succeeded. I lay back down beside her on the floor.

”I needed that.” I remarked to her. ”Sorry that you were the victim.”

”You're sorry?” she was completely incredulous.

”Yeah. It was childish.”

”You torture me for hours on end and you're not sorry, and you deafen me as a prank and you are. I'll never figure you out.” Amy rose up on her elbow and looked at me. She scrambled over to me. Pressed her bare body against my clothes. ”I sort of liked it up there. More comfortable than the floor.” She struggled a bit but managed to get herself back up on top of me. Her weight didn't bother me. She was light enough.

Her face hung inches above mine. She ducked her head and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Traced my lips with her tongue. She gave me a quick kiss on the tip of the nose.

”Your slave Amy, thanks you,” she whispered to me.

”For what?” I was completely confused.

”She needed the laugh too. It felt good. Though her stomach hurts, now.”

I nodded and she smiled. She worked her body down a bit so that she was lying further down me. Her bare crotch pressed at my jeans. I could feel myself reacting to her. My legs were apart, hers were lying easily between mine. She had extended her arms above head. Almost cradling my head between her arms. Having trouble lying on her front with handcuffs. Her head lay on my chest just under my chin. Her hair smelt wonderful. She lay quietly. Not making any other s.e.xual movements. Just lying there. Breathing hard.

”You're welcome,” I murmured to the girl on my chest.

We lay there like that for perhaps fifteen minutes. Amy didn't stir. I was beginning to think that she had fallen asleep, but she raised her head immediately as Elizabeth wandered in.

”Sandwiches are ready.”

”Lunch time!” Amy announced from her perch. Elizabeth kind of gave us a weird look, I guess meaning the position. Amy hiked herself up me again, making me stir. She gave me a big kiss right on the lips and rolled off me. Bouncing to her feet.

I slowly sat up. Realizing that I was breathing easier without her weight on my chest. Not that I minded. I looked up at the standing girls.

”Why don't you bring three sandwiches out here. You can continue what you were doing before I so rudely interrupted you.”

The girls looked like they were in shock that I wasn't going to torment them with their lunch, but hurried to obey. Elizabeth returned with two plates and handed one to me.

”You sure?” she asked me.

”What?”