I grinned. “Yes, you are cured. For now. Let me get you unlocked.”
After I got the key and climbed onto the bed up near the headboard, I frowned. “Ugh. I put these on backwards so the lock is facing the wall. And there’s not a lot of give. Hold still.”
Matching the tiny key with the lock was impossible at this angle. And there was barely enough room to get the key into the hole because the cuffs were so close to the wall. Even when Tommy moved closer to the headboard, there was no slack in the chain due to the way I had slipped the cuffs between two bars instead of one.
Tommy sighed. “Hurry up, Livvy. My arms are getting sore.”
Of course, when I tried to hurry, my efforts became even more bumbling. I dropped the key twice and had to go hunting for it on the floor under my headboard.
Finally, I managed to get the key in the tiny hole. “Ooh. I’ve got it.”
But the key wouldn’t turn. I twisted my shoulder around trying to get better leverage, but it still wouldn’t budge.
“What’s taking so long?” Tommy was getting impatient.
I was getting nervous. “Ugh. It’s not turning.”
Tommy tried to relieve the pressure on his arms by shifting his position. “Try the other one.”
My fingers were getting sweaty. “It was so hard to get in the little hole though. And it’s in now. Hold on. It’s hurting my fingers. If I have something to cover it, I can twist it better.”
I grabbed Tommy’s boxers that hadn’t been tossed very far and wrapped a section of the waistband around the key. I pinched the key and turned as hard as I could. “Oh yeah, it’s turning!”
It turned quick, suddenly, and then I heard a plunk as it fell to the floor. Huh. That was weird. “Oh, I dropped it again, but it may have opened.”
I tugged on the cuff but it was as tight as ever. Dammit. I climbed off the bed and began searching for the key. It took me a few seconds to notice the problem when I finally found it again. It was broken. And when I climbed back up to look at the handcuffs, I could see why. They key had twisted and broken in half, leaving a sheared off piece firmly embedded in the lock. Oh fuck.
Tommy was being incredibly patient, but after a few minutes of me bumbling around back there trying to figure out what to do, he asked, “What the hell, Livvy? Just get these damn things off me.”
“There’s a little problem, I’m just trying to figure it out.”
Tommy sighed. “What kind of problem?”
I took a deep breath. “Well, the key snapped in half and it’s jammed in the keyhole.”
“Please tell me you’re kidding.” Tommy was starting to sound worried.
I swallowed. “Don’t panic. I’ll get you out.” How the fuck was I going to get him out?
Tommy leaned against the headboard. “How about the spare key?”
“Uh, no. It didn’t come with one.” I cringed.
His eyes narrowed. “Check the instructions. There’s usually a safety release with these kind of cuffs.”
“What kind do you mean?” I had a bad feeling about this.
Tommy was staring at me. Almost like he could read my mind. “Adult cuffs… for play.”
I cringed again. “These aren’t those kind of cuffs.”
He was looking at me funny. Like he would strangle me if he had free hands. “What kind of cuffs are they?”
“They’re more like authentic cuffs.”
He raised an eyebrow. “And where did these authentic cuffs come from?”
“China.”
“You got these fucking handcuffs in China? Why the fuck couldn’t you just get them from an adult store? Where they have safeguards and stuff on them.”
I started babbling. “Well, I didn’t actually buy them in China. I got them on the internet. And they were cheaper than the other ones. And they promised that they were sturdy and real metal – very authentic-”
Tommy cut me off. “Well, these cheap pieces of shit are broken. And I’m stuck in them. Christ, Livvy.”
“It’s okay. I’ll get you out.” Oh my God. Panic. “The chain looks pretty flimsy. If I can break that, it’ll solve a lot of our problems.”
Tommy took a deep breath. “What do you have that can cut through the chain?”
I looked around my room. “Um, scissors?”
“Oh fuck.”
“No. Don’t panic. Let me call Mike. He’s fixed stuff around here before for us. He’s very handy. And he has tools.” I started looking around my room for my phone.
Tommy leaned his head back against the headboard. “Who the fuck is Mike?”
Where was my phone? I kept searching. “Um, he’s Emily’s boyfriend. He’s like- five minutes from here.”
I found my phone under a pile of clothes on a chair. I quickly called Emily. It took forever for her to answer. “Liv, it’s really late. You could have waited till the morning to give me the rundown on your naughty nurse adventure.”
I felt myself blushing furiously as I glanced over at Tommy, half-sitting on my bed, naked and chained up. I fanned myself and walked out of the bedroom so Tommy couldn’t hear our conversation.
“Emily, I’ve got a big problem. I totally screwed it up.”
I heard her soft sigh. “Hold on. Let me go into the living room so I don’t wake up Mike. What’s going on?”
Suddenly the stress of the situation was overwhelming. And I giggled. “Remember the handcuffs? How they were on sale? Well, the key broke and Tommy is stuck in them. He’s handcuffed naked to my bed and I can’t get him out.”
“What?!” Emily’s voice had risen an octave or two.
I tried not to laugh at the absurdity of it all. “Really. And he’s starting to panic a little bit. I’m gonna need some help cutting him out of those things. Do you think you can get Mike to come over here with his tools? Really quick?”
Emily laughed. “Oh my God, Livvy. You’re never going to live this one down. We’ll get dressed and come over right away.”
“Thanks. I owe you big time. And tell Mike to behave. This is going to be pretty embarrassing.”
I ended the call and headed back into the bedroom. “Okay, Tommy. Help is on the way. I think we should get you dressed before they get here.”
I helped him slip on his boxers and then struggled trying to get his jeans on. I was disappointed when my wiggling efforts didn’t even get the slightest rise out of him. I guess he was too stressed and sexed out to think naughty thoughts.
“Geez. They’re going to be here any second. Let me get rid of the evidence.” I began searching the room.
Tommy sighed. “What evidence?”
“That we had sex.” I ran around the room picking up the rubber glove, the dirty tissue, the lube and even the thermometer.
Tommy laughed. “They’re gonna know, Liv. I’m shackled to your bed for fuck’s sake.”
I threw all the stuff into my nightstand drawer just as I heard the front door of the apartment opening. “Oh, they’re here already.”
Tommy smiled. “Now they won’t be suspicious of anything. Especially with you looking so innocent and pure in that nurse outfit.”
I squeaked. “Oh my God.” I ran to my closet and pulled out my robe putting it on just as a knock sounded at my bedroom door.
Emily called in. “Livvy, it’s me. Are you decent?”
I walked over to the door and opened it. “Thank God you guys came. Did you bring your tools, Mike?”
Mike stepped into the room. “Yeah. Nice hat.”
I blushed as I realized the nurse’s cap was still on my head. It just kept getting worse. I pulled the pins loose and took it off as Mike and Emily stood in the middle of the room staring at Tommy.
My friends were frozen in place, gawking. “Uh, Mike. Do you think you can get him out?”
Emily turned to me and mouthed, “Holy shit!” There was no denying how hot Tommy looked right now. His toned physique was only highlighted by the strange position he was in.
Mike no
ticed how we were practically drooling as we stared at Tommy. “Maybe you girls should wait outside?”
Emily shook her head. “No way.”
I didn’t even answer. I wasn’t budging.
Mike scowled and then approached the handcuffs and started inspecting them. “Yeah, you might be able to get this key out by drilling it, I don’t know. The lock is probably totally damaged. You’ll have to cut these off. At least this one.”
I stepped closer to watch Mike. “Can you do that?”
Mike ran his hand through his hair. “You’re going to need bolt cutters for that.”
Tommy was strangely silent. I was beginning to feel nervous again. “Don’t you have them?”
Mike looked at me like I was clueless. “No, I don’t keep bolt cutters randomly lying around. But this chain looks pretty weak. I’m sure I can cut through it.”
My eyes darted to Tommy. He was watching me intently. “Okay, then hurry up.”
Mike rifled through his toolbox and pulled out a teeny tiny looking saw.
Emily laughed. “You’re going to use that thing? A steak knife would be better!”
Mike spun around. “You’re insulting my tools? Let’s see you do better with a steak knife then.”
I held in a giggle. “Whoa, guys. Come on. Let’s just see if this works.”
Mike started sawing. “I’ve only used this hacksaw to cut through plastic pipe, but it should work. The blade is so fine though. This metal is going to completely fuck it up.”
I moved over to sit on the bed next to Tommy while Mike sawed.
Tommy leaned forward. For a moment I thought he was going to kiss my cheek, but instead he whispered in my ear. “You’re going to have to make this up to me, Crazy. Big time.”
My eyes widened as I felt an answering response in my pussy that was equally frightening and exciting at the same time. I pulled my eyes away from his intense gaze. “Uh, what’s taking so long, Mike?”
Mike’s face was contorted as he worked. “There’s no room back here. I can only use about an inch of the blade. I’m halfway through– it’s working. It’s just taking awhile.”
Finally the chain broke and Tommy winced with pain as his shoulders slumped forward. He began slowly stretching his arms.
I reached for his shoulders. “Oh. Do they hurt bad? Can I rub them for you?”
Tommy rubbed at his own arms. “No. They’ll be fine. Let’s just see if we can get these off my wrists now.”
Emily stepped closer as Mike examined the cuffs. “Dude, I can’t cut through this with the hacksaw. Your best bet is to get some bolt cutters in the morning. Or you might be able to pick the lock on that one. But this one needs to be cut off.”
I felt guilty as I saw the nasty red marks all around his wrists. “Well, at least now you can sleep comfortably. We’ll get the bolt cutters and cut you loose in the morning.”
Tommy held up his wrists in front of me. “Jesus, Livvy. I have to be out of here by 6 AM tomorrow to get to Dallas for that taping. And the live segment. What the hell, I can’t go on TV with this shit on my wrists.”
Mike gathered up his toolbox and Emily turned to me. “Uh, we’re going- now that you’re all set. We’re going to stay here for the rest of the night, Liv. Uh, goodnight. And, nice seeing you again, Tommy.”
Tommy looked up at Emily. “Yeah. And thanks for your help.”
They left, shutting the door behind them. I swallowed nervously. “Are you really, really mad at me?”
I worried when Tommy didn’t answer for a moment. Then his face broke out into a huge adorable grin. He grabbed me and pulled me down onto the bed with him. “No. But I think you’re the craziest girl I’ve ever met.”
I giggled with relief even as I felt the rough handcuffs scratching against the skin on my back as he play wrestled with me.
***
The young girl who escorted him up to the TV studio glanced nervously at him. “Would you mind taking a picture with me? I’m a really big fan and-”
“Yeah, no problem. Have you been working here long?” Tommy stopped walking and waited while she nervously fumbled with her phone.
She got the camera ready on her phone and then stepped next to him, holding it out in front of them. Tommy smiled as she snapped the picture.
She frowned as she looked at the picture. “Do you mind one more? That wasn’t my good side.”
Tommy shrugged while she maneuvered around him and then snapped another photo of the two of them.
“Much better.” This time she smiled as she checked out the picture. “I’ve been here for almost two years now. It’s a pretty cool job. I just met Tyler a few minutes ago. I’ve got a cool picture with him. And I met Nick too, but I didn’t ask him for a picture. He seemed a little grumpy.”
Tommy laughed as he tugged his sleeves down. “Yeah, he’s not a morning person.”
The girl led him to a room where the producer was going over some notes with Tyler.
Tyler walked over to him frowning. “You’re late.”
Tommy shrugged. “Just 10 minutes and Alex isn’t even here yet.”
“He better get here. I’ll be pissed if he blows this off.” Tyler looked frazzled.
Hoping to find some coffee, Tommy looked around the room. “He’ll be here. It’s just too fucking early, man.”
Tyler followed him over to the counter where the coffee pot sat. “I thought you were going to go home and get some sleep last night. You look like shit.”
Tommy ignored him as he poured some coffee into a mug with the TV stations logo on it.
“Aren’t those the same clothes you were wearing yesterday?” Tyler asked with suspicion.
Tommy didn’t have the energy to argue with his friend.
Tyler didn’t let up. “Couldn’t you have changed? Didn’t Diana pick out some trendy clothes for you to wear for appearances and stuff?”
Tommy took a sip of the strong brew. “I didn’t have time to change - its so fucking early.”
Tyler glared at him accusingly. “You know this is important to me.”
“That’s why I’m fucking here, bro. I could be in a nice warm bed fucking Livvy right now. But I’m not. I’m here.”
Tyler’s eyes narrowed. “Livvy? The crazy chick?
Tommy stiffened. “She’s not crazy just because she thinks you’re a dick, Tyler.”
“Whatever man.” Tyler frowned. “Just be careful with repeat sex. You don’t want them to get too attached. Especially if they’re crazy.”
Tommy ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t-”
Tyler grabbed his arm. “What the fuck is this?” He tugged on the metal cuff around Tommy’s wrist.
“Don’t worry, my sleeves will cover them.”
Tyler checked his other hand and saw the chain dangling from that cuff. “Why can’t you take them off? Fuck, it was Crazy, right?”
Tommy just smiled.
Tyler shook his head in disgust. “How are you going to drum with these? Everyone will see that shit.”
Tommy patted him on the shoulder. “I’ll be in the back, behind the drum kit. Everyone will be watching you guys. Nobody ever notices the drummer, dude.”
Luckily Alex walked in just then and Tyler had someone else to yell at.
Within ten minutes, they were getting mic’d up to tape the interview. When they started rolling, Tommy zoned out while the host asked Alex a question. Then he asked Tommy about the upcoming tour and how tickets were already selling out. Tommy answered with the standard reply that their manager had scripted. Nick got another easy question. Then the host spent the rest of the segment questioning Tyler about his charity.
Tommy vaguely listened, more intent on keeping his cuffs hidden from view. Every time he felt them he couldn’t help but smile because they reminded him of Livvy and her crazy antics. And the most fucking mind-blowing orgasm he had ever had.
When the interview was over, they were led to the live stage where they would perform. The small
crowd was already gathered and waiting and most of them were already filming videos on their phones. The band spent the twenty minutes before the performance checking their equipment and going through a sound check.
The cameras lit up and then Tyler was chatting with a blonde woman who introduced the band. They played their hit single “Here For Now”. Tommy felt the cuffs rattling around his wrists as he drummed, but didn’t let it hinder him.
When the cameras went dark and they were off air, the techs immediately started packing up their equipment. Nick took off without even saying goodbye, but Alex and Tyler stuck around signing autographs and posing for pictures for the crowd. Even though he just wanted to collapse and sleep for a few days, Tommy approached the crowd and spent the obligatory ten minutes meeting the fans.
When they were finally free to leave, Tommy caught up to Tyler. “Hey, man. Before you take off, can you help me with these?” He held up his wrists.
“How are you going to get them off?” Tyler asked.
Tommy grinned. “I need bolt cutters.”
Tyler shook his head. “Jesus, Tommy. Let’s go.”
They were standing in the middle of a mom-and-pop hardware store arguing about bolt cutters when Tommy’s phone rang.
It was Livvy. He could hear the smile in her voice. “I watched you on TV. You were awesome.”
Tommy closed his eyes and imagined her in that crazy nurse costume. She looked so fucking hot; he had instant wood. “Hey. Thanks. It went great, but I am so fucking tired right now - I can barely walk. I’m with Tyler trying to get my shiny new bracelets cut off. Then I’ve gotta get some sleep. I just hope my roommate isn’t home with a bunch of people. They’ll never let me sleep.”
He heard the slight hesitation in her voice. “Come over to my place. I’ll make you lunch and then you can pass out. I won’t bother you. It’s really quiet over here. No handcuffs, promise.”
As if he could turn that down. “Sure that sounds good. I’ll see you soon.”
He hung up and noticed Tyler giving him a disapproving look. “Let’s just get this finished.”
Tyler pulled the 36-inch bolt cutters off the rack. “Sixty fucking bucks. Hope it was worth it.”
Tommy rubbed his weary face with his hand. “Yeah, man. It was.”
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