by Ciara Jones
“We love it!” said Kaye, “The city’s gorgeous.”
What are you doing, Kaye? thought Moira furiously. Why did you have to make a friend?
“It’s very old,” said Alena, “lots of medieval, uh, houses.”
She pronounced it medi-eval. Her eyes were very blue.
“Oh, we’ve seen them. The towers, the bridges, it’s such a sexy place.”
Moira flushed even deeper. There was a feeling welling up inside her that she couldn’t quite place yet. Sexy, why did she say sexy?
Alena laughed. “It’s not so sexy. People don’t pick up after their dogs here, they make messes all over. They also don’t get them fixed at all. You can see dogs, um, mating all over the place. ‘Mating’ is the word, yes?”
She pronounced it feexed. She had very high cheekbones.
Kaye laughed. “Lucky dogs,” she said, sipping her beer and looking at Moira. “You’re being very quiet, Momo. You haven’t touched your wine.”
God dammit, Kaye.
“I’m, um…”
“Come on, drink up,” said Kaye, raising the glass to Moira’s mouth. Moira felt completely foolish being fed in such a way. She could feel Alena’s eyes on her. That weird feeling inside was growing.
“You like it?” said Kaye, putting the glass back down. Moira nodded. “Not too much though. You’re not getting drunk tonight. You should probably thank Alena, she’s the one that bought you that wine.”
“T-thank you,” said Moira, meeting Alena’s direct gaze for the first time (so blue, like fucking ice crystals).
Alena smiled. “Sure! You’re a guest in this city! You should get special treatment.”
Moira smiled a shy smile. The feeling was becoming more identifiable now. A tingling sensation inside her stomach, this terrified adrenaline rush that hurts a little bit but you don’t quite want it to stop. The excitement you get during a game of strip poker when you’re about to lose.
They chatted for a while, about Prague, about school, about wine and beer and dancing. Alena was a student herself, studying nursing. She could play piano and loved modern dance. She’d lived in Prague her whole life but had spent two semesters last year in Philadelphia. She liked Kaye’s hair. She laughed loudly at every joke.
Surely, Alena must have realized something was up, with the way Moira was awkwardly leaning back against the railing and not using her arms. She never commented on it, just smiled and chatted as the wine disappeared from her glass. After a while, Moira was almost comfortable with herself. Her tied wrists weren’t so painful anymore. The wine was sweet and warm.
“So, maybe you can clarify something for us,” said Kaye, finishing her beer.
“Yes?” said Alena.
“Prague has no nudity laws, right?”
“Nudity… laws?”
Moira froze, her relaxation vanishing over the horizon.
Alena laughed and smiled.
“I don’t know exactly. But Czech people are very okay with nudity. You see naked ladies on billboards and pools and beaches. Topless people too.”
“Huh,” said Kaye, “good to hear.”
Where are you going with this, Kaye? Moira was trying to beg Kaye for mercy via telepathy. It wasn’t working. Her naked legs ground against each other under the table.
“Do you like to be topless?” Alena asked Kaye, chipper as all hell.
“Me? Not really. Not unless I’m at home with this babe,” Kaye rested a hand on Moira’s shoulder. “Moira’s crazy though. She’s always buck ass nude. You have to force her to put on pants in the morning.”
Moira was blushing harder than she thought possible. Alena was blushing too. Her eyes scrunched up as she giggled into her nearly empty glass.
“Yeah, Moira? You like to be naked a lot?”
“I don’t know…” said Moira. She bit her lip to hide a tiny smile.
“Oh, she loves it!” says Kaye. “Wanna see?”
With a quick motion, Kaye’s hand fell from Moira’s shoulder, seized the zipper, and yanked it down. Moira gasped as her cleavage was exposed. The hoodie hung off her shoulders, hiding the important bits. But it was quite clear that she was topless underneath.
Moira’s eyes widened into dinner plates. She saw Alena’s own icy blue orbs shoot down to her chest, then bounce back up. She seemed embarrassed too.
“Oh wow,” she said, smiling and looking away. Giggles overcame her. She seemed not to know what to say. Moira wanted desperately to cover up but any motion could cause the hoodie to shift. Kaye tickled her ear.
“See?” said Kaye. “Real nutjob, this one. But a cutie, right? Look. She’s so embarrassed.”
I’m going to murder you when we get home, thought Moira. Her gaze fell back to the table. Her face was white hot.
“She shouldn’t be embarrassed,” said Alena. “She’s very beautiful.”
This is really too much, thought Moira. The tingles were turning her whole body to jelly.
Alena’s smile vanished as she realized what she’d said. She turned to Kaye with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, um, to say something wrong. I don’t mean to, to, to-“
“No, hush, it’s fine,” said Kaye, laughing. “She IS very beautiful. I think she likes you too.”
Moira couldn’t help but fidget. There was more adrenaline in her blood than blood. She pulled at her ropes. No give. Nothing to do but sit here and suffer and catch small glimpses of those big blue eyes…
“Why don’t you sit over here, Alena?” said Kaye. “Come on, sit next to Moira.”
Those big blue eyes met Moira’s again.
“Is… is it okay?”
A pause that lasted a lifetime.
“S-sure.”
Alena scooted in next to Moira. She smelled like sweet, warm perfume.
“I’m sorry,” said Alena, “I shouldn’t have stared at you earlier. I just thought I could say hi.”
“It’s okay,” said Moira.
“Moira, you should finish your wine,” said Kaye.
“I’m… I’m okay…”
“Can I have some?” said Alena. She was looking right at Moira. She was very close.
“Okay…”
Alena’s arm brushed against the hoodie as she reached onto the table and grabbed the glass. It was a little less than half full. She took a few good-sized swallows.
“Are you sure you don’t want some?” she asked, “I got it for you.”
“Oh… okay…”
Alena held the glass to Moira’s lips. Her fingers were long and slender. Moira drained what was left. It was delicious stuff.
The glass was pulled away and a pair of lips replaced them. Moira’s eyes fluttered. Her chest expanded. Those nipples were hardening again. Her heart was beating a hole in her chest. Alena tasted like wine.
Is Kaye okay with this? Is this okay?
Kaye’s hand found her shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
Go to town, crazy girl, said the hand.
Moira was melting again. It was the naughtiest thing she’d ever done. Alena was a fantastic kisser. Gently, the blond girl’s tongue found Moira’s lips, her teeth. Every time she pulled away half and inch she came back stronger, more insistent. Oh god. Moira felt moisture on her pussy. I’m such a slut. Such a dirty girl.
She felt Kaye’s hand again, rubbing on her back, massaging it lightly. A gentle tug and the hoodie shifted and Moira’s left nipple was exposed where anyone could see. Moira’s eye darted towards the bar. Was anyone looking? No one seemed to be.
Alena covered the nipple with her hand just in case. Those long, slender fingers massaged her whole breast, palming her hardening nub. Moira breathed heavier and heavier as Alena worked her. Kaye was massaging her back. Terrifying bliss.
Kaye gave her hair a tug, tilting her head back. Moira gave a long exhale as Alena began kissing her neck. Kaye leaned her further back. The hoodie slipped off her other shoulder. Both of Moira’s breasts were exposed.
“Oh,” said Alena,
“Ohhh…”
Her hands had found Moira’s bonds.
“You’re all tied up,” she whispered, looking up into Moira’s eyes.
“…yes.”
“Don’t worry,” she said, “I’ll hide you, pretty girl.”
She pronounced it preety. Moira died a little.
Slowly, Alena raised one leg and put it over Moira’s lap, then slid her way on top of her and sat on her, cowgirl style. She had to tilt her head down to kiss Moira on the forehead, the nose, the cheek, the mouth. Both hands worked on Moira’s breasts, cupping them, massaging them.
“Let me get this out of your way,” said Kaye, unzipping the hoodie all the way. She pulled it out from between the two girl. Moira was naked. Naked in a hidden corner of a foreign bar, naked on a fake leather bench except for some high heels and some ropes that held her to a railing, and a gorgeous Czech girl on her lap, teasing her breasts, kissing her, grinding against her-
The orgasm was sudden, like a lightning flash. Moira had never experienced anything like it. She cried out as if she’d stubbed her toe. Her back arched, her fingers splayed out and her toes and knees curled. She jumped a little bit, jostling Alena. Her mind was gone in a camera flash of ecstasy. It wasn’t over. Her nudity was what pushed her over the edge. Being naked, helpless, surrounded by two gorgeous girls, the teasing, the massage, the kissing, the ropes, it was sensory heaven. She mewled like a cat in heat as her orgasm coursed through her nerve endings. Her head drooped to the side as it died out.
Alena was afraid she’d hurt her at first. She fumbled her way off Moira and back onto the seat next to her. This served to expose Moira’s chest and prolong the orgasm. After a moment, they all realized what had happened.
“Wow,” said Kaye, squeezing the back of Moira’s neck. “I’ve never seen you do THAT before.”
Moira said nothing. Her breathing was slow and labored.
“Oh, oh I’m so sorry,” said Alena, giggling nervously.
Why the fuck are you sorry? thought Moira. She couldn’t seem to lift her head.
***
It was some time before Moira came back to herself. She couldn’t exactly say how long. She didn’t sleep, just sort of dozed and stared and let the world pass her by. She was dimly aware of Alena sitting next to her, smelling like warm perfume, maybe fidgeting a little bit, saying something in that adorable accent (she sounds nervous, why is she nervous?). Kaye’s voice was more centered. She was laughing a little bit. Just two girlfriends getting to know each other in a club with a barely conscious third wheel in between them.
Everything was a little bit blurry. Blurry glasses on the table in front of her. Blurry shapes moving past. Laughter. Not Alena’s. A man’s voice. Nearby.
Reality began inching its terrible way back into Moira’s brain. With a mighty effort, she lifted her head back up. Tried to, anyway. It slumped forward, giving Moira a lovely view of her own naked breasts, gently wiggling with each breath, painted in the red light of the club. The nipples were still hard, hurting just a little bit.
Her wrists ached. Whatever knots held her did not tighten, she still had circulation and feeling in her fingers. But the wrists themselves were aching from involuntary struggle. Her naked ass still rested on a fake leather bench. Wetness dried around her crotch, her inner thighs. Her high heeled shoes, her only clothing, dangled above the dirty floor.
She could see him now. Some tall Czech boy, mid-20’s, openly staring in her direction through thick-rimmed glasses, maybe ten feet away. He had a beer in hand.
“Go on, get moving,” said Kaye.
The boy said something in Czech, laughing this throaty laugh.
“No Czech. Sorry. Please leave.”
The boy wasn’t leaving. He was still smiling quite broadly.
Alena said something in Czech and the boy didn’t respond. Just kept staring. Moira could feel his beady eyes darting all over. Her exhausted heart was picking up speed again. This wasn’t good.
“Okay, we’re out of here,” said Kaye. She leaned over to Moira and started working on her ties. The boy said something in Czech and Alena responded angrily. What a beautiful language, Moira thought as she felt slack behind her. Her wrists were still tied together, but she was no longer bound to the railing. She shifted in her seat. The boy was still looking intently.
More eyes were turning in their direction. Only a few people over at the bar, but they were seeing her, chatting about her. Laughing. Moira blushed deeply and wondered how loud she’d been when she came. Her sex energy was spent, and deep humiliation replaced it. Thoughts assaulted her brain. I just came in a public place. Oh god, I’m such a whore. I’m buck-ass nude in a bar. I came on a fake leather bench. Everyone can see me. They’re laughing and staring. This is literally a nightmare.
“I think we should go,” said Kaye. The boy said something in Czech and Kaye flipped him off. “Come on,” she said, sliding her way up to her feet.
“Come on, love,” said Alena. She helped Moira stand. Moira’s legs wobbled as her high-heels found the floor. Alena grabbed her arm and steadied her. Her slender fingers had a wiry strength.
Alena tried to drape the hoodie over Moira’s shoulders. Kaye stopped her.
“You hang onto that hoodie,” she said. “It’s yours now.
What are you doing, Kaye? Moira shifted from leg to leg, trying to cover her crotch area. She could feel eyes on her. Her heart pounded in her throat.
“Let’s keep in touch, okay?” said Kaye to Alena. Moira looked at the Czech girl. She was smiling that adorable, embarrassed smile.
“Yes, but-“
“We gotta go. Come on.”
Kaye started pushing Moira out through the bar. Moira stared at the floor as she was marched past the clothed people. What are you doing, Kaye? she thought again and again. What are you doing? This is humiliating. What if the bartender calls security? What if we get arrested? What are you doing? What are you-
“Hurry up,” said Kaye, smacking Moira across the exposed ass. Moira jumped. Someone hooted.
I am going to murder you in bed later tonight, thought Moira. She couldn’t help it. She laughed out loud.
Squealing like a little girl, Moira shuffled her way to the door. Kaye held it open for her. Alena stood in the corner, clutching a black hoodie to her face to hide an enormous grin.