Desert Chronicles · Bound 2 · Part 2 (2/5)
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The Brass Rail had eight pool tables and some video and pinball games up against one wall. It wasn't the best-looking place; it had been around for longer than any of them had been alive but was clean and well-lit and perfectly adequate for what it was. The counter where you rented tables had a large cooler off to the side where one could get beer, soft drinks, or a few small snacks. They arrived through the back door and Nel looked around and with a little bit of dismay found she was the only female there. Dressed like she was she knew she'd be *everyone's* center of attention the entire time they were there.
Greg rented one of the tables in the back corner until 11, but made it clear they didn't necessarily have to stay that long. Nel was grateful for this, she knew full well the bra wouldn't last all night and was ok with that, but viewing of her eventually bare chest was just for Greg and Don and if she could help it not anyone else. In the corner she had at least a better chance of protecting her modesty. The security cameras were up high and at a bad angle for that table, none of them covered that corner from that corner which was probably why Greg chose it.
Most of the room had floor to ceiling mirrors but that corner had a wall rack for pool sticks on one side and a service door on the other, so if she was facing the corner and reasonably close no one else had an angle to see her in the mirrors. If she had to flash one of them she could put them in the corner and nobody else, including the security cameras, would see it.
Don and Greg racked up while Nel wandered off to get drinks. Both guys had requested sodas, but Nel figured she needed some liquid courage to get through the next few hours, or at least some liquid I-don't-give-a-shit, and chose a Coors. She took the three drinks back to the pool table. With all the mirrors on the walls it was easy enough to discreetly observe the other males in the room who pretty much all had noticed her and were looking at her and drooling a bit with different levels of openness. Yeah, as expected. She chose a stick of her own, ran her hand up and down the shaft experimentally a few times while her eyes were locked with Greg and smiled.
She probably was going to lose most of the games (Don was about as good as Greg) and the beers she was planning to drink wouldn't help, but she wasn't here to win (well, she was but it wasn't going to happen much). She was a slave girl tonight and she was here to do her best to tease Greg and Don out of their minds.
Yup, so they could take her home afterward, drunk and obliged to do anything they desired and make her atone for her sins here at the pool hall. The thought made her squirm a little in her jeans and she smiled again.
They decided to play Cleanup. Each player took turns and you could sink anything but the 8, and if you sunk the 8 early or scratched when you were shooting for it you lost. The person with the most balls sunk in the game won. Greg and Don went straight for the jugular and proposed that if Nel lost, came in third, she lost the bra. She smiled and said no, it was way too early for that but if she lost she'd give them both a quick kiss and yes, she understood the penalty for losing would get stiffer each time she lost. She was firm and she knew they didn't want to piss her off this early so Greg broke and the game began.
She lost of course. Greg got 6, Don 5, she got 4. During the game Nel was aware that she was an object of interest to the males at the three tables around her, but she expected that. She made sure she leaned over a couple of times from the right places so the other men could see she had a bra on under the top, and maybe they wouldn't bother looking later when she didn't. Don and Greg got that view every chance she got with her looking over at them and smirking knowingly just before each time. When Greg sank the 8-ball she walked up to Greg and Don, aware that she had a lot of other eyes on her, and gave each of them a very public kiss on the cheek. As she did she whispered to each "later". The second game was set up, and this time if Nel lost she would give the winner a kiss, a full-on french kiss. She smiled at that. The thought made her tingle in the right places.
Don won that one and she lost, 7-5-3. She was working on her beers pretty steadily as they played, neither of the other two complained a bit. By the time the game ended she was wet and a little past starting to feel the beers. The I-don't-give-a-shit was kicking in just fine. She was very interested in having a good kiss with Don and seeing what it could do to Greg. She put the stick down and walked over to him and she melted into his arms. It was a long, hungry, passionate kiss, his hands started to wander upwards but she stopped that. When she was done she glanced at Greg as she walked back to where she had left her pool stick. He looked a little jealous, she thought. You're the one who wanted a threesome. Hope you're enjoying what you asked for!
The guys made it clear: The next game she lost would cost her the bra. She smiled, it had been about an hour, the pool hall was starting to thin out, and she was drunk enough that she was warming up to the thought. Besides, kissing Don was fun. She pretended to reluctantly agree. She told them that once the bra came off she would have to lose two games before she did anything else. Got to get my money's worth out of it, she thought to herself. The guys reluctantly agreed.
She actually came in second in that game. The guys were pretty disappointed and she was equally pleased. The game after that went nowhere near as well, it ended 8-5-2 in favor of Greg. She had drunk enough beer to be ready for what she was now required to do and to be honest she was willing. If she was not she wouldn't have proposed this outfit. As expected all through the last game the thought of being forced to take off the bra was doing wonderful things to her. As Don sank the 8 she tossed her hair back a little defiantly, grabbed the oversized purse she had brought for just this reason and headed for the bathroom. It was 8:30, she was properly drunk, and it was time to ratchet up the show. She just had to limit the show to Greg and Don.
The next few games were interesting for Nel. When she could, she leaned far over, once or twice almost climbing on the table to make shots, and she passed up better shots to be able to lean over and let her shirt drop open where Greg and/or Don could see. It was clear they were enjoying the show. They'd damn well better, Nel thought as she finished off her current beer. I don't put on this sort of show for just anyone. The few times she genuinely needed to lean over the table facing toward the other tables she bunched up the top under one arm to keep it from drooping and showing anything.
It wasn't working quite the way she thought, a lot of the time taking the shot let the shirt fall open from where she was trying to hold it closed, giving the other men in the pool hall a view that was not for them. Her nipples poked pretty clearly though the shirt when she was standing and it seemed that most of the men at the other tables were aware of it. It made going back to the counter for the next beer a little scary but she was up to the challenge and she did it once again. Greg and Don stopped to enjoy the show until she returned.
She lost the next game and tied for second with Greg for the next (Don had an incredible streak and sank 11), then she only scored two again the game after that. The guys announced she had to flash the winner for a five-count. She was drunk enough that she was fine with that. She'd arrange for it to be against the wall where no one else could see. Greg won, so she pointed him to the corner, then told Don he needed to be over behind her at the table setting up for the next game, she'd break. She sashayed up until she was about five feet away from Greg, facing him. She looked around, made sure no one else could see her, then grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up almost to her neck.
The blood was roaring through her head, she was dimly aware of the bar getting considerably quieter but it was past nine, she was drunk, she had to do what they asked, and she didn't give a shit. 5… 4…3… 2… 1… and the top dropped back down. She grabbed her pool stick and moved over to the table, the rack was on the wall side and the cue ball facing the rest of the pool hall but she was coming off the nervousness of just having publicly flashed Greg. She leaned over and after a few seconds broke the balls wide on the table. None of them went in but she was satisfied with her break.
As she sat down she realized when she broke she had just given the guys at the table behind her a great view of her breasts hanging down under the shirt and both of them had gotten a good look. Well, dammit, she thought, then she decided she really didn't care anymore. Holding her shirt under her arm was a pain in the ass anyways and screwed with her shots. Greg and Don wanted her to run around half naked and clearly didn't care if the others in the bar saw her boobs. She'd flashed the others in the bar plenty despite her best efforts. If she was the only one who was caring she decided it was time for her to join everyone else.
Greg nodded to Don with a grin when he saw her take a shot that she would have previously passed up because her back would be to the other tables, and that she made no effort to hold her shirt closed. The people at the other tables, all male, were enjoying the show and didn't make any moves that might have made Nel acknowledge their observations but they also had been watching her put down about a half-dozen beers and figured correctly that as long as they were not asses about it no one at the corner table was going to interfere with the show.
It was 9:45, and Greg accidentally sank the 8-ball early in the game, so he was out. He announced he needed to grab something out of the truck. Nel and Don finished the game but Nel was drunk enough that the game was a foregone conclusion just as the last several had been. Greg returned as Don sank the last ball and Nel sidled up to Don for his long french kiss. The kisses were getting longer and she no longer stopped either of their roaming hands from anywhere but up the front of her shirt. This time she was facing the wall so she didn't even stop that.
Don, as both he and Greg did, was trying each time and was surprised that she didn't stop him but didn't hesitate to squeeze and caress her breasts and nipples kept quite erect by the rubbing of the crop top. Yeah, Nel thought, it feels good but you can't do anything with it until later when we get home. Nel was looking forward to that, getting eyes constantly all over her and hands between games was making her quite horny. She hoped it wasn't too obvious. She was putting on a show for the whole room she'd regret in the morning, but right now she didn't care.
Once the balls were racked Greg and Don gathered her to the corner and told her that there was a cost to her losing this game, and then revealed what he had retrieved from the truck. It was the nylon skirt from the other outfit. A little voice inside her said this was outrageous, this was too far, she should just start screaming and tell them to take her home. The alcohol shut it up and she just glared at both of them. She complained quietly that she had no panties on and they both knew it to which the two guys said nothing. After a few seconds of lack of response she said "Yes masters" sarcastically and announced she'd just have to win every game until 11 then. She broke, not well, nothing went in, and the game commenced.
The game ended, Don 7, Greg 6, Nel 2. She glared at them both, tossed the skirt into her bag, and headed for the women's bathroom grumbling.
She had to admit as she walked back and saw herself in the mirrors, she did look good in it. There was no way on earth she'd have ever worn this combination in public without being as thoroughly drunk as she was and under compulsion to boot as their "slave girl". She had nice legs, long and thin in the heels, and she already, still didn't give a shit. Just get things over with. She could do it.
She tried to take her shots from the wall side of the table but the mirrors made that problematic, and she was quite sure that at least Greg and Don, and probably everyone else, was getting the eyeful they wanted of her ass and trimmed pussy from between her legs when she had to lean over the table. She fought it for a while then gave up and just let whatever showed show. Just as long as the skirt didn't pop up over her hips and expose her when she took her shots; she kept pulling it down after each one to prevent that.
The next game the penalty for losing was to flash the winner but of course not her breasts. And of course she lost. Greg and Don had a real strong rivalry going for whatever reward Nel would bestow to the winner but Nel was way out of the running. Don won. Nel put him back in the corner, took a deep breath, and sat down on the corner of the table facing him. Looking at his eyes the full time, she slid backward, the two sides of the pool table forcing her legs farther and farther apart and her skirt rode further and further up until it finally popped up to her waist. She held position until he got a good look, then quickly and gratefully hopped down and pulled things back into place.
Last game, Greg announced to her relief. Then he told her the penalty for losing this game. If she lost, as they were about to go out the back door, Nel had to pull off her top, hand it to the winner, then wave and make eye contact with each person in the bar for just a second before she left. Ordinarily this would have been a no-way go-to-hell but after everything else and with all the alcohol Nel just nodded. They didn't even have to go through the game, she hadn't won a game all night and had lost most of them. If they had just told her to do it she was obligated and would have done it. Whatever. She had shown everything she had to everyone who was interested in the room by now, and it didn't matter.
The game ended as expected, Greg 8, Don 6, her 1. They cleaned up their table, gathered everything, and headed for the door. As they reached it, with her back still to the room, Nel took a deep breath and whipped off the top, passing it to Greg. She held for a four-count, now topless and her bare back exposed to the room. Then she turned around, and as the room fell silent except for the TV at the desk and the jukebox she blew a kiss to each of the guys in the room then waved goodbye and exited the building. Yeah, she thought, don’t-give-a-shit completely. It wasn't until she thought about it the next morning and realized to her grief that all of that was recorded on the security cams. They of course covered the doors especially well. She wondered how much a copy of her goodbye would sell for. And she hoped none of the people there recognized her from where she worked.
When she got outside she asked for the top back, but Greg refused. She couldn't fight him for it so she piled into the truck still topless for the ride home. As soon as she climbed in the skirt shot up to her waist. It was dark and she was in the truck so she just left it there. At least they didn't handcuff her or anything.
They got back to her place. She demanded her top back but Greg again refused. It was late, she couldn't see anyone, so she just pulled her skirt back down and moved as fast as she could for the door, holding her naked breasts to keep them from bouncing everywhere, drunkenly to her door and in it with them. The instant the door closed Greg grabbed her hands and Don pulled off the skirt. She didn't resist. She needed to get this over with because she needed to go to the bathroom real bad.
When she got done with that Greg and Don had moved the coffee table and set up some blankets on the floor in the living room in front of the couch. Her bed could handle two but three was a bit too much. she could also see ropes with loops on the end tied to each foot of the couch and to items on the far side of the room to spread-eagle her with her legs wide apart She sighed. *This* was what she had expected at 6:05.. They laid her down on the blankets in the middle and she just relaxed as they attached the ropes to her wrists and ankles and then tightened them, stretching her tight.
Greg mounted her. It felt good. She had been waiting for this for hours. She had wondered what it would be like to have both of them using her and now she was finally going to find out. As Greg finished he pulled out and squirted all over her stomach and pussy hair. There was a bit more than normal which she appreciated. She expected Don to take his turn but surprisingly they let her go and told her to go clean up. It had been a long day and they knew she had to be at work at 8:45 the next morning. She was confused but did as she was told. She figured Don would be all over her just like Greg had been. Hmm.
When she got back they tied her up again. The two guys seemed to be settling in on either side of her. After a few minutes: "You two going to untie me?" she asked. They both nodded no. Don wanted to put duct tape over her mouth as well but Greg shot that down fast. "No way. She's been drinking. Throwing up into a gag, if it doesn't kill you, gives you pneumonia. No way in hell." Don had no problem with that. They both settled on either side of her tied body, Don holding a breast, Greg with a finger stuck inside her. Nothing she could do about any of it but it was easy enough to stop fighting. She fell asleep.
She woke up. It was still dark outside and in the room. Actually only ten minutes had passed, but she didn't know that. She saw Greg sleeping beside her. They were on a blanket on the floor in her living room, why weren't they in her bed? She tried to move her arm and realized with a mental sigh through what she knew was too much alcohol she was tied up and stretched out. She tugged at wrists and ankles and confirmed it. Stretched out tight. Not going anywhere. And then she became aware that someone was climbing on top of her, male and naked, preparing to enter her, and it wasn't Greg because she knew where Greg was.
It took a bad second to realize it was Don and her condition for the weekend to come back to her. Ok, she was a slave, naked, and spread wide and couldn't do anything about it anyway. She was still horny as hell and hoped Don would fix that. Don, instead of plunging into her, bent down and ate her for a while. It felt real good and she was moving toward her glorious destination. Greg appeared to still be sleeping but Nel was pretty sure he was faking it and watching them without moving. Whatever.
Don did mount her, and it felt wonderful after his other efforts. He rode in and out of her solidly and firmly until clutching at air with tied hands Nel came in a thundering orgasm. Everything else ganged up on her and after she finished she fell straight asleep. She didn't even notice Don finishing himself and cuming in her or that he and Greg slipped the ropes off of her right after that. She was out until morning.
The name of the boutique where Nel worked in the mall was Belle's. It was a normal-sized tenant in the mall with some clothes for teen and twenties men but mostly flashy flirty, party dress-like clothes for young women. All the girls who worked there were young and pretty and they joked among themselves that being an airhead was a preferred job skill. Nel was far from it but she could act the part just fine. The girls who worked there were expected to wear things available from the shop while on the job which meant not much: Usually shorts or a miniskirt and if not some sort of crop or tube or halter top, it was normally thin and flashy.
Everyone wore normal clothes in and then changed at the start and end of work. They used lots of double-sided tape that was provided there to make sure things stayed in place. As long as the clothes were kept in good condition they were dry-cleaned and sold on the discount rack at the end of each season but if you ruined an outfit you got to pay the store's price for it. It was a job, it paid for the apartment and car, and her co-workers were all good people. If someone wanted to see one of the girls in one of the outfits they were expected to model it for them. But only two outfits to keep someone from abusing the policy. Unless the guy was really creepy it wasn't a problem.
It was about 9:30 in the morning, business was slow like it always was early on a Saturday but it would pick up. Greg had specified an outfit for her to wear at work today, he knew most of her outfits since he was in there so often bringing her something or taking her out to lunch. It was a flouncy short miniskirt, almost a micro-mini skirt, with a thin somewhat elastic panel that came up from the waist at front to form a halter top. The outfit had a black base color and large colorful flowers on it, but it was thin stretchy fabric. It was thin and tight enough to clearly but not blatantly show her nipples.
There was an elastic strap that went around her back at a level just under her breasts to hold it tight there but the two ends of the straps were held together by nothing more than a pretty solid s-shaped piece of plastic. It wasn't much but it was about par for the store. Two-inch brown platform heels completed her look. It was ok but she had to be somewhat careful how she moved to not give the customers a flash of white cotton panty.
Angie was the other worker in the store today. She was a little taller, blonde, a bit older, a bit bustier. She was someone who Nel considered a friend, they spent a lot of time talking when things were slow and the work was done. Angie had a boyfriend Steve who came in every once in a while too and with whom she seemed to have a pretty good if up-and-down relationship.
Around 9:45 Don walked in. Angie recognized him as a friend of Nel's, gave him a cheery hello and pointed to the back where Nel, who hadn't seen him come in, was working on a rack of clothes. Angie was at the register with the sole customer in the store.
Don walked up to her. "Slave!" He began in a quiet voice that Nel was very glad only she could hear.
"Not here! I'm at work!"
"Slave!" Don repeated, a little stronger.
Nel was unhappy but she had promised. She thought about it for a second and moved a little over to where she knew the in-store cameras couldn't see her below her shoulders and braced herself to get groped or worse. "Yes, Master?"
Fortunately Don didn't reach for her chest. "Show me if you are wearing panties."
Oh no! She ruffled up her skirt and held it briefly up to show the white cotton bikini panties underneath. "Of course I am. This skirt is microscopic."
"Give them to me, and do not replace them for the rest of the day."
She froze for a second. She considered telling him where to go. Don glared at her impassively, unmoved. Then she remembered her promise and what was happening after work. She quickly looked around to confirm no one else could see them then pretended to drop something, and while she was ducked down apparently to pick it up deftly removed the panties and palmed them to him.
"Very good, slave." Don told her as he stuffed the garment in his pocket. "Greg and I will be in from time to time to check and ensure you are still as you are now." And he turned around and left. Nel sighed unhappily and went back to work.
Greg came in around 10:30. Angie waved to him; she had seen him lots of times delivering something to Nel and if asked for everyone. Nel saw him, walked up to him, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, then waved him back into the recesses of the store where she had been working.
"Am I your slave or am I Nel right now?" she asked quietly.
"Slave, right now, Nel." he answered with a smile. She sighed.
He picked up a men's t-shirt, looked at it for a second, then looking at Nel, dropped it. She turned a little red as he gestured her to pick it up. Very carefully she squatted down and picked up the shirt and replaced it on the rack, expertly not exposing anything.
"Cameras. If you want to do that, do it over here." And she moved to another corner of the store where the cameras did not cover, him following behind. She stopped and grabbed something, dropped it herself in front of her and on the far side from Greg, who had stopped right behind her. She bent over from the waist to pick it up. The skirt as expected rode far up on her, giving Greg the desired confirmation. She stifled a little squeak as a finger suddenly like lightning poked into her reasonably moist vagina but she held position for a five count while he wiggled his finger. She then stood up which pulled his finger out. She replaced the item on the rack then turned around to face him with a somewhat flustered look on her face. "Satisfied?"
"Not entirely, but it will do for now. Don and I will be here to get you for your lunch at 12:30. Don't plan on eating." And with a quick peck on her own cheek he was gone. Walking around in this short a skirt with nothing underneath it and knowing it looked like she was going to get thoroughly used at lunch time left her soaking wet between her legs (but thankfully not leaking) and made it hard to concentrate. Damn you, Greg, she thought more than once, this just isn't fair.
12:30 arrived and Don appeared at the door. Angie waved good-bye as Nel clocked out for her half-hour lunch and left with Don. They headed toward the food courts. Arriving at a table at the same time as Greg, a tray loaded with food for all three of them in his hands.
"I thought I wasn't getting fed," she commented but was inwardly happy. She was hungry and Greg had a steaming plate of chicken stir fry on the tray she was sure had her name on it.
"We weren't but we had a different idea." Greg explained. "Sit down and eat quickly, slave, for we have better plans for you. And when you sit, cross one ankle underneath your other leg."
This too was not pleasing. Yeah, she'd sit like that a lot, but it was fine when you were in jeans or shorts. She was in a miniskirt and they knew damn well she had no panties on underneath it. But still she sighed and pulled out her chair.
She sat and crossed and curled her left leg under her right as ordered. She did, however, moved her right leg right up against her left knee. This kept the skirt closed. She looked down, there was a lot of light on her thig
