Part 42 (1/2)

”Julie? It's been a pleasure meeting you.”

”I wish I could say the same,” she replied softly.

I grinned and stood up. I bent down and gave her a kiss on the lips. She stretched her bound body up as far as the ropes would allow her and returned the kiss. To my surprise. I wasn't expecting that.

”Good-bye,” I whispered to the bound bare girl. ”Good luck with your interview. Try not to call her Kara accidentally. And you'll make a d.a.m.n fine astrophysicist some day. At least a really nice looking one.”

”Good-bye.” The bound bare beauty tossed her head one last time. Cascading her hair around her shoulders.

I narrowed the time bubble cast around her and the chair. They instantly popped out and back into existence. The ropes formerly holding her fell to the floor, still knotted. She reappeared in front of the desk. Still in her chair. But now reclothed. Her black pantyhose still looking alluring, even though I knew exactly what was underneath. Leaning forward in her chair, her left heel rising out of her shoe. Oblivious to my presence and what she had had to do for me.

I bent and picked up the ropes from the floor. I took one more glance at the women and slipped out the door. Shaking my head at Julie. Not quite understanding the female of the species.

Chapter 97.

Amy was waiting in the hallway. Leaning against the wall, the pack at her bare feet, her hands resting easily between her back and the wall. Unconsciously thrusting her bared chest out as her shoulders rested against the wall. She didn't even appear to be aware of her allure. She hadn't wandered into the lunchroom with Jane and Christi. I suppose I hadn't really given her permission to do so. Yet, I was surprised that she hadn't.

She smiled at me. ”Done in there?”

I concentrated and released the entire room from our timeline. I could imagine all the small details, Julie's application, misplaced dust, that sort of thing, all moving back into their original positions. Almost by magic.

”I am now,” I replied to the bare girl as the room returned to normal. ”You want to give me your wrists?”

”Not particularly.” She lifted her body from the wall, extending her arms in front of her despite her words. I slipped the steel around her slender wrists, locking them in place. Not tight. She suffered the decorative bondage again in silence.

I pressed the pack into her fingers and led her into the lunchroom by her wrists. She exchanged soft greetings with Jane and Christi. Christi had carelessly tossed the empty bag of chips onto the floor and Jane had long ago finished her m.u.f.fin. The crumbs graced the table in front of them. The coins I had left for them were untouched. Presumably they hadn't wanting anything else to eat after their snack.

They rose to their bare feet, still handcuffed together. They walked over to Amy and I. I lifted Christi's right hand and released her from her cuff. I lifted Jane's right hand, letting Christi's free, and cuffed the bare woman. She pulled idly at the bonds, but didn't complain. Amy was still flushed from her s.e.xual encounter a few minutes ago. If Jane and Christi noticed they didn't remark on it.

I left Christi free. The girls didn't speak, but they seemed to be in a better mood. Time having dulled the memories of the morning. I glanced at my watch. A lot more time than I'd expected had pa.s.sed. We really needed to get back to the house. In the very least to release Sheila and Elizabeth. Elizabeth, especially, was probably bordering on real pain by now from her strict bondage. I supposed that she would just have to suffer for a while more. I'd have to let her rest, unbound for a while to let her recover. She'd like that, at least.

”Downstairs with you,” I spoke to all three of them.

They slowly moved out of the room. I let them lead the way back down into the grocery store, never tiring of watching the nude beauties walking ahead of me. We made our way back to the front of the store. I glanced at the shoppers, but n.o.body particularly interested me. One girl in her twenties picking up canned salmon was cute, but I had other plans at the moment. Not the least of which was getting us back to base.

The girls walked directly to the full shopping cart. I quickly glanced through it. Seemed fine. Staples. Bread. Eggs. Milk. Lots of milk. I smiled as I spotted a huge jar of peanut b.u.t.ter. Christi must have loved that. There were fresh fruits. Vegetables. Even some steak. Cereal. I smiled. Fruit Loops? Looked like they also grabbed healthier stuff to be safe. Oatmeal. Grains. There was some cream soda stuck in there. Some packages of cookies. Oreos. Some granola bars. Lunch meats. They'd actually done an excellent job as far as a quick inspection was concerned.

Jane's voice floated up from beside me. I was surprised to see all three of them on their knees. Waiting. ”Did we do alright? Anything else you want us to get?”

I couldn't see anything missing. ”Not a thing. You done good.”

She smiled. She'd probably been the one to argue Christi into letting them get peanut b.u.t.ter. Then again, Christi couldn't have done much about it, being tied pus.h.i.+ng the cart.

I motioned to Christi. She sighed and rose off her knees. Placing her hands on the bar of the shopping cart. Expecting to be bound to it.

”You need to be tied to it? Or are you going to behave?” I asked the bare girl.

Her eyes widened. ”I'll behave. You know I will. You don't have to tie me to it. I'll keep my hands right here if you want me to.”

”Alright. One finger comes off that bar and I'll have to use rope to keep them there. Let's see how you do without it.”

She nodded gravely. Understanding that her freedom was conditional.

”On your feet.”

Jane and Amy rose to their bare feet. I walked along beside Christi, Jane and Amy moving on ahead. Keeping their hands in front of themselves. Not really having a choice with the handcuffs. They stopped as they approached the automatic doors.

I turned and had one more quick look at Kathleen and Nicole. Blissfully unaware of their torture and torment in my hands. Unaware that I knew every curve in their luscious bodies.

I freed the doors from the time block and they slid open quietly, sensing Amy and Jane standing in front of it. We walked out into the mall, Christi pus.h.i.+ng the cart along, one of the wheels softly squeaking.

After leaving the grocery store, the girls appeared to become a bit more relaxed. Perhaps, just the atmosphere of the grocer disturbed them, simply being close to the point where they had had to torment the other women. Moving away from the physical scene of the crime probably improved their moods. I guess I couldn't blame them. They still had feelings. I smiled. They were going to be happy about my next plans. Well, everyone but Amy.

They suddenly had more spring in their steps. Jane actually skipped from time to time as we slowly made out way around shoppers and down the main aisle of the mall. Her bare feet softly scuffed at the tile as she moved. I idly wondered just how it felt to be constantly without shoes. Wonderful, I would imagine. Though, if asked, the girls would probably say *odd'.

Christi was intently looking at the stores that we slowly pa.s.sed.

”You want to shop?” I asked her.

”You wouldn't let me buy anything. Not anything I want.”

”What do you want?”

”Clothes.”

I smiled. They were really going to like my next plans. At least Christi and Jane were.

I watched as her eyes traveled wistfully over a jeweler's display. The front window of the small shop filled with sparkling necklaces and jewels.

I put my hand on her shoulder. Stopping her. I called out softly to Jane and Amy, as they moved ahead. Unaware that we'd stopped. They padded back to the cart.

”You can let go of that thing,” I told the blonde still carefully keeping her hands on the cart. She gratefully let her hands off the cart and flexed her fingers. She'd been gripping it hard to ensure that she didn't forget to keep her hands there. Obediently.

I smiled at them as they s.h.i.+fted uncomfortably in the mall. Unsure what I had planned for them. Pretty sure they weren't going to like it.

”You all wear jewelry?”

Jane spoke up. ”I did. Before you made me take it all off in front of my father.” Tears brimmed up in her eyes. Still able to be upset about her first encounter with me. ”I lost my favourite necklace.”

”You didn't lose it, Jane. Just temporarily relieved of it.”

”I know. But I still miss it.”

”What about the rest of you?”

They both nodded.