Bound Friends Pt. 09

There was a long pause before Andrea spoke again. "I.. well I think.. I mean it's been suggested, and not that they're wrong that's the thing I think they might be right.. well and I don't know if there's anything for you to say.."

"OK. Calm down. Anything to say about what?"

"Girls." Andrea sheepishly replied.

"What about.." Lea started to slowly say before being cut off.

"I think I might like them. I don't really know if it's how you like them.. but I just.. how do you tell?"

Lea didn't know what to say. Not just because of the topic generally, though there's often not an easy answer to that. No, this was just someone she couldn't be very objective about. Andrea was once the most serious infatuation she had ever had. Her rejection led Lea to lock herself away, eventually leading to Hannah and everything that came out of that. And that was all when Lea knew rationally that Andrea considered herself straight, someone she couldn't actually be with, but she felt that sting of rejection anyway. How does anyone respond to someone with that kind of history objectively when they ask for advice about something that might suddenly make them a romantic possibility?

"I.. I don't know," Lea finally said, now taking her turn being at a loss for words. "I mean you either feel it or you don't I'm not sure I can really.." Lea started to say as she trailed off. When she picked up the phone this was the absolute last thing she thought might happen. "What brought.. I mean, why.. all of a sudden you call me up.."

"Are you alright?" Andrea asked after Lea trailed off into nothingness and stayed there for a while.

"No, sorry, it's just.. lot's going on all at once, like almost too much, you know?" Lea said now laying down on her bed and staring up at a stain on the ceiling.

"Yeah, sucks to hear about your brother, think things are going to be alright eventually?" Andrea asked, completely misunderstanding what Lea was referring to as being "too much."

"Oh.. yeah I don't know. I hope." Lea said before going silent again.

Andrea didn't stick around much longer, she said her goodbyes and Lea spent the rest of the night looking up at that stain that she eventually decided looked kind of like a dolphin. She didn't know what else to do.

Lea had difficulty recovering after that phone call. While Andrea clearly felt she could turn to Lea with her internal struggle, Lea realized slowly that she didn't quite have anyone to do the same. She didn't want to talk to Megan about it, she was too afraid she might let something slip to Andrea, purposefully or not. Sophia was rarely in contact, but Lea felt so guilty about what had happened to her that she didn't want to add to her burden in any way. She couldn't turn to her brother because of their recent problems. That Friday at the start of a three day weekend, she had scheduled to talk with Sophia, but Sophia never checked in. That's when Lea had the sudden and sad realization of how alone she was. She just didn't know what to do about it.

****

Andrea wasn't surprised she was nervous for her date that Friday, but she was surprised at how nervous she was. Her roommate had left before Andrea was done with her afternoon class. She then spent the rest of the time trying on just about every outfit she owned, finding fault with every one of them. She didn't know what they were doing, what she was dressing for or even fully sure if she wanted to dress to impress Zainab. Not to mention wondering if such a thing was even possible with Zainab. Though as she pondered, she felt those butterflies of nervousness most people get before going out with someone they've got a crush on. Well, at least that part of her seemed to not be up for much debate any more.

When she got the text that Zainab was downstairs, she nearly leapt out into the hallway still in her underwear from being caught mid-change. She decided to just keep it simple, can't go too wrong with jeans and a long green sweater with a front pocket. It might have been a little (ok a lot) long on her, but that was the point. She got it to be worn when she went to the gym to cover just past her ass, which yoga pants did nothing to hide and its big pocket in the front that could hold a water bottle easily. It might not have been elegant but she always liked its shade of green and it made her feel comfortable. She was nervous, so comfortable sounded good.

"So where are we headed?" Andrea asked as Zainab met her down in the lobby.

"Oh not so fast," Zainab said as she slung a small bag over her shoulder. "Let me see this room of yours first."

Andrea brought her up to the fifth floor and down the hall to her room. "Wow, somehow even smaller than our room. How is that even possible?" she said as she navigated to the back of the room which, from the piles of clothes, she assumed was Andrea's bed. "But at least you've got a good view, and your roommate's bed over there, I like the risers. Not sure I'd feel safe studying under a bed but when you got this little space I guess you gotta make it count."

"So are we going somewhere?" Andrea had to ask as Zainab continued to comment on the room.

"Eventually, but have you never heard of an appetizer?" she said as she pulled Andrea close by the back of her neck. "And besides, if you've only ever had beef, you should probably order a sample of shellfish before buying the whole meal," she said as she gently pushed Andrea down to her knees. She wore a light tan dress and with her free hand she began to hike her dress up, revealing her bare pussy.

Andrea couldn't believe the absolute bluntness, this isn't in a hundred guesses how she would have thought things would start off. But as she looked up she couldn't help but be taken in by her commanding presence. She felt pressure on the back of her neck and so she took the message and leaned forward touching her mouth to Zainab's dripping lips. Andrea reached her arms forward to grab hold of Zainab's ass. She began pulling herself forward on her own accord causing Zainab to let go and run her hands through her long hair. Zainab soon began to moan as she returned one hand to Andrea's head. She bit her lip as she could feel herself getting close. With the first loud grunt, Andrea felt Zainab shake with pleasure before stumbling back to lean against the absent roommate's raised bed.

"Ok, so you're certainly not put off by an order of clams now and again. But now it's my turn to have fun," Zainab said as she regained her composure.

"That wasn't fun for you?" Andrea asked, confused about what she meant by that.

"Take off those clothes. I can certainly see you tried enough on but I want you wearing something else first." Andrea anxiously complied, setting her jeans and sweater at the edge of her bed. Her hands shook as she reached behind her to undo her bra and she nearly tripped herself trying to recover her cool by taking her panties off in what in theory should have been a smooth sexy motion. It caused Zainab to hold in a giggle by putting her hand to her mouth.

Zainab opened up her bag and started bringing out dozens of wide leather belts. "This, is what I mean by having my fun," she said as she grabbed two long ones and walked over to Andrea. She silently began to build a chest harness, one belt above and below the breasts, followed by another series of belts to bind Andrea's arms in a box tie to the rest of the leather. "Besides," she finally said as she tucking away the last strap. "I think you find this fun too don't you?" she asked as she began to hug Andrea from behind, freely moving her hands about giving special attention to her breasts.

"Mmm hum," Andrea responded as she leaned into the touch. It was the first time (she remembered) being bound in a long time, and it had never been with such nice supple leather. Zainab's warm embrace was only amplifying the feelings. She gasped as she felt a finger reach down to graze her clit piercing and lingered around her pussy lips. She didn't need the confirmation but she could hear the sounds of wetness as the stray fingers continued to move about.

"Now Megan was telling me a little more about you, I hear you got one of those NESICs. I'm still on a waitlist so I don't know how you managed that. But however it was done, that means you have that chip connected up with your phone? May I?" Zainab said as she let go and walked over to Andrea's pants to retrieve her phone.

"Well what were you planning to do?" Andrea asked skeptically.

"What do you think? I want to see you scream with pleasure, I want to dominate your tight little ass for the night and I want to do it with your chip. Of course, if that's alright," she said as she unlocked Andrea's phone and opened up the program.

"Sure I guess," Andrea said trying to hide her nervous excitement and sound unperturbed. With that, her chip sprang back to life after nearly two months of disuse. Her mouth dropped out from below her as she started gasping for air in a suddenly more sensual room. It began to turn down after she heard Zainab mumble "maybe too high just yet," It was down to the more sustainable, but nevertheless frustrating middle where without major physical stimulation she would never unexpectedly cum, but she could also find it hard to keep her mind on anything that wasn't at least partly sexual. And as she stood there straining against the wide belts and feeling the pleasurable sensations, Zainab had removed her dress under which she wore nothing at all. She went to her bag and had retrieved the same black strapon she wore when they met.

Grabbing Andrea by the straps at her back, Zainab led her onto her bed which was up against the far back of the room. She ever so slightly guided Andrea forward until no part of her leg dangled off the edge. She spread Andrea's legs and took up residence on her knees between them. With some positioning, Zainab thrust forward, pushing the dildo she wore deep into Andrea's wet pussy. Andrea moaned loudly as she started slowly bending forward with the force of the new thrusts and the direction of hands on her back. Without warning, Zainab reached forward and opened the curtains only inches away from Andrea's head.

"Are you crazy, what if someone sees us?" Andrea said as she suddenly tried to fight back but finding about as much success as if she hadn't tried at all.

"Relax, you are high up and facing gardens. If someone is fortuitous enough to notice then let them see! You will hardly be the first college girl to be naked by their dorm window."

Andrea looked down, she could see people but none of them were looking up. She could see the other side of the t shaped building had a few curtains open but couldn't see any watchers.

"Are you getting close? Warn me if you are," Zainab asked as she slightly slowed down her pace.

"Kind of, oh god I can't look, tell me if they're looking," She said as she turned her head to the side. Andrea started to breathe faster, without looking she was picturing people watching. She could see this guy walking up the hill, a really unpopular guy having a shitty week. Suddenly he looks a little higher and notices her, naked and getting plowed in plain view by another naked woman. He stops and starts to watch, which only makes other people look up to see what he's staring at. And like many things, she couldn't explain why, but she started to get turned on by the prospect. She was inching closer and decided to tell Zainab she was close.

That was when Zainab stopped. She shut the curtains, pulled out, turned off Andrea's NESIC and walked back to get a damp cleaning cloth from her bag to wipe down the dildo. "No, please, I was so close." Andrea couldn't help but plead as she turned around and flopped down on her bed.

Zainab, once again in her tan dress, walked over to Andrea and laid down beside her. "But remember, this was just supposed to be an appetizer. Did you like it? Did you like being dangled in front of the window like that?" Andrea, despite her rational mind, smiled and nodded her head. "Then let's get you standing up, we've got things to do."

Andrea stood up and waited, it was all she could do. She knew bindings enough to know she wasn't getting out of what she was in. Zainab had retrieved Andrea's green sweater and slipped it over her, adjusting it just right kept all the bindings hidden. It was much shorter than any skirt Andrea would normally wear, but it did reach to just about the lower part of her ass cheeks. Zainab slipped her into some canvas shoes, put the sleeves into the sweater's pockets and put on one final wide black belt at just above her hips, declaring "there, now it's a dress."

"You want me to go out wearing just this?" Andrea asked softly. She tried shifting her arms but found with the belt holding the sweater down she had even less room to move around than before.

"Oh, careful now, too much of your arms there and this hikes up just a bit," Zainab said as she pulled the sweater back down. "I told you I didn't do normal dates, this is more my idea of a first date. Really jumps right past all the bullshit and right to compatibility and trust. Do you trust me? Do you want to find that out now and not a few weeks from now?" she asked in a progressively softer and more nurturing tone. She looked up at Andrea and ran her hand through her short hair. She could see Andrea was shaking a little bit again. Andrea's eyes darted back and forth between the mirror, the door and Zainab only to repeat in no particular order. "Hey," Zainab said as she guided Andrea's face back to meet her own. "I'm not going to let you get hurt. It will be intense, but all good things are."

Zainab grabbed her purse, throwing Andrea's wallet, keys and phone in it, and walked to the door. "I'm going to open this door. If you want to continue this as a date, take a leap of trust and come with me. If you'd rather I just fuck you and have some fun here before I free you, then go back to the bed." She said, opening the door only once she was finished. "It's up to you."

Andrea looked back at the bed. That would be the safe option, much safer. Nine nights out of ten she'd have gone for the bed, but for whatever reason she was feeling tired of the safe choice. She hadn't been able to get this woman out of her head and the two choices before her was an empty bed or a doorway with her in it. She closed her eyes and swallowed a deep breath before slowly, very slowly walking forward.

****

Sophia looked at the clock on the wall and smiled. 4:02, her shift was finally over. It had only been a few hours but she didn't have any other responsibilities for the night and was looking forward to the first night completely off in a while.

"You off?" Chloe asked as she ducked back to grab another round of beers for her table.

"Yeah, here. Make sure Sarah gets her cut too," Sophia said as she handed over her tips from the shift.

"Not that I'm complaining, but one of these days I'd love to hear what possessed you to sign an employment contract where you can't keep the tips," Chloe said as she set the money in a jar deep in the back of one of the shelves. "I'm off by 8, I doubt I can try to convince you this time to come out with us right? I mean it's the start of a long weekend, why not just come out with us this once?"

"Yeah, doubt it," Sophia said as she started walking back to the break room to change. She didn't much like the attire, but she knew it could be a lot worse than some drunk tourists leering at her as she fetched them drinks. The outfit was meant to look Roman, that was the Baiae Resort's theme after all. It was a plain white dress that barely covered her ass and was from the waist up essentially just two small bars of fabric across her upper chest, barely covering her breasts. She was allowed to wear white panties but it wouldn't allow her to wear a bra. Though that was perhaps the point of the outfit, there was a reason this bar in the casino served almost only men and how they could get away with charging a little extra for beer and mediocre bar food.

In truth she would love to go out with Chloe, but she couldn't. She had been trapped in this casino now for most of the last two months, ever since she signed that infernal contract. She hadn't thought she had a choice, but she still signed the contract with Carl with video witnesses and officially registering it with the ICB. There was no way to get out of it for either of them. Because when a contract is registered, either party violating it is a criminal act that carries heavy penalties. It's what keeps employers from changing the terms of employment part way through and it keeps employees from doing the same.

To ensure compliance, the International Contract Bureau has the authority to check in, usually in secret. They were not above planting bugs or tapping voice and video feeds, particularly with the larger contracts. Any violation of the terms of the contract and the perpetrator is assigned to a penal labor contract, designed to be disproportionately worse and longer than the contract being violated as punishment and as an incentive to follow the rules. That usually translated to two levels higher, violate a level 5 contract and you get put in a level 7 penal contract. The ICB administers any penal contracts they create and keeps whatever profit such a contract can bring in, so they are quite diligent about finding contract violators. That goes double for larger contracts as those can yield more extensive and therefore more lucrative penal contracts.

Sophia didn't want to know what it would be like to be under a disproportionately worse contract than what she was under. There were already so many restrictions already she honestly couldn't think of what more could be taken, though admittedly she hadn't tried hard because she didn't want to think about it. During the term of service she had restrictions on her movement, she couldn't have possessions of her own, she needed pre-clearance to communicate with anyone she was not with in person, she even embarrassingly needed to ask for permission to cum even when alone. That had been some embarrassing calls, so she didn't call unless she really felt she needed to. But as much as she might want to go out or keep her tips, she knew she did not have it anywhere close to as bad as her contract said it could be.

When Carl found out Sophia hadn't wanted to sign the contract, he gave her his word that he would be as lenient as the contract would allow, and he had been. The contract demanded she "serve the contract owner daily in whatever capacity they desired," and that work needed to be of "a domestic or sexual nature." With some legal work he was able to stretch that to mean she simply needed to be a part time waitress that had at least a small shift every day and a very sexualized outfit. The contract demanded she be in the "immediate vicinity or residence" of the contract owner, he was able to reclassify the whole casino as his residence since he owned it outright and slept there most nights. She had her own room, she had free time, and she had even been able to get a position to understudy one of the background dancers in one of the casino's shows.

After she had changed and was walking back to her room, she checked the phone she was given. It had a message that she was to go see Carl when she was done with her shift. She knew she couldn't complain even though it was annoying to give up her free Friday night when she had planned to check in with her friends. Andrea was apparently busy going out somewhere, she wouldn't say more, but Megan and Lea were free and she had gotten clearance for this particular night days ago.

For what it was worth, Carl had not demanded any sexual act from her yet. She would certainly be dressed sexually, if she was dressed at all, but he had never done more than stare, lay beside or on one occasion caress. He had another woman contracted to him, Elizabeth, and she always seemed to be more than enough when it came to heavy play or actual sex. Sophia was only infrequently called and found she would only be there when it was just the three of them in his suite. She had never been called over when there was anyone else besides Elizabeth, though she knew for a fact that he threw larger parties that Elizabeth would go to. He just seemed to leave her out when he had guests, something Sophia noticed and certainly appreciated because he did not have any obligation to do that.