She was there, back in her tee-shirt and jeans, making breakfast."Good morning, I hope you don't mind me trespassing your kitchen," she said with a sm...le."Good morning, no, not at all, thanks for doing it," Franc said.He went to the bathroom, and then went back to the kitchen to share breakfast with Debbie. He noticed her bag was at the entrance door."I didn't take anything from your apartment, you can take a look," Debbie said."Don't worry," Franc told her. Despite Debbie had just reminded her. If Brenda was there, I figured I'd be getting a call back soon, with Emily trying to negotiate for a larger payment. I didn't get a call back.The next morning, when Joyce and I drove, in separate cars over to the club, I saw Emily's Cadillac parked near the clubhouse. We walked up to the clubhouse restaurant, and Brenda and Emily were sitting together, having their lunches. Joyce and I sat at a table next to theirs. We were looking at the menu when Emily asked me if we weren't going to join. "She sounded pissed," he told Lucy."She hates climbing those stairs," Lucy replied.A few minutes later they heard the door rattling, then someone obviously shaking the handle roughly."Ryan? Lucy? I can't get it to open," they heard Ms Rhodes say through the door. "I'm going to call a locksmith." Okay, Ms Rhodes," Lucy replied. "We aren't going anywhere," she said softly enough that only Ryan could hear.Chapter 2: Something to Pass the TimeRyan leaned against the door letting his eyes roam. I had a hard grip on you, partly to stop you falling, but mostly so I could enjoy the sight of you, horny, handcuffed and soaking wet at being locked up in public. The metal around your wrists was hidden by my jacket and to anyone else we would have looked innocuous enough, but I was close enough to hear your breathing coming fast and shallow, see your face flushing, eyes unfocused, and watch your nipples harden until they were clearly showing through your satin dress. I walked you to the.