She squinted at him for a moment. “Sounds to me like you just get off on being tied up,” she said.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever is good for the goose, after all,” he said.

“What?” she asked.

“Ahh, nothing my, dear. Please forgive me.”

She glanced around the room. “I got nothing to tie you up with, anyway,” she said.

Oliver smiled again. “It just so happens I have something with me,” he told her, and removed a length of cotton rope from his pants pocket and held it out for her inspection.

“Christ,” she said, but finally removed her hand from the doorknob. “Well, it ain’t the worst thing I been asked to do in here,” she told him, and reached for the rope.

He handed it over and then backed up until his legs hit the edge of the wooden seat. Oliver sat down and placed his hands behind the back of the chair. Only then did the girl move over to him and proceeded to bind his hands.

“It seems that you have done this sort of thing before, my dear,” Oliver said as she deftly knotted the rope tightly around his wrists.

“I’m a girl of many talents,” she said, and finished with his binding came around to stand in front of him, her fists planted firmly on wide hips. “You have to be to stay in this line of work.”

“I can well imagine,” Oliver said with a knowing smile.

Music from the club filtered into the room and he could hear Donna Summer lamenting about tonight being a Last Dance. How fitting , Oliver thought as he watched the girl—he never even learned her name—reach up and undo her bra. Her mighty tits jiggled and bounced as they were released from their own bondage and she dangled the bra in front of his face for a moment before letting it fall. It dropped and trailed across one of his shoulders. Oliver could smell hints of her sweat, as well as her musk on the material.

She closed her eyes and her body began to sway slowly to the music and her hands cupped those huge globes of heated flesh as she slid fingertips across quickly hardened nipples. Now one hand went up into her hair, to teasingly tousle the thick dark mass. She shook her head, hair sent flying, and then a finger slipped into her mouth. A gentle sucking motion ensued and Oliver smiled.

Her body still swayed gently to the music; her hips swung back and forth and moved up and down in a suggestive motion. Slowly she turned so her ass was toward him and she bent at the waist to give him a splendid view of possibly her best asset.

“Mmm,” he murmured, “I so want to touch that, to lick it, to kiss it—“

“Well, too bad, ass wipe,” she interrupted. “You’re tied up and useless so you don’t get none of this,” she told him, and waved her ass around in a tight circle to torment him.

“—and to bite it,” he whispered as she brought the object of his desire closer and closer to his face.

She moved up to where her ass cheeks grazed his pant legs and swung her tight ass back and forth over his lap, and then slowly slid her rump onto his lap and pressed it firmly up against his belly. What she found beneath her was a flat and cold lap with no hint of male arousal. She stopped moving.

“Hey, what the—” she started to say, but the question was cut short when a leathery hand clamped over her mouth with such force her lower lip was split open. At the same time an arm snapped around her waist and pinned both of her own arms tightly to her sides, and then, like a snake, Oliver’s legs whipped out and around her legs, held them in a vise-like grip and pulled them painfully under the chair.

She tried to scream, but only muffled squeals escaped from beneath the heavy hand over her mouth and the more she struggled the tighter her restraints became. She managed to turn her head slightly and look Oliver in the face and was terrified to see him smiling at her distress.

“I can see the question in your eyes, my dear,” he told her, his voice now low and raspy with excitement. “You are thinking, ‘Didn’t I tie this man’s hands behind his back?’ Yes, indeed you did, my dear,” he said as he nodded and smiled at her. “In fact, those two hands are still tied securely behind me. These are my other two hands.”