Nothing But A Chain

Naked woman with chain and collar being led by a clothed woman

“Well,” she said, and Tina handed her a shiny, silver chain, around three or four feet long, “When I said ‘something to wear’, you may have misinterpreted me.” Her hands returned to my neck with the chain and I felt her fumbling. Then we she lowered her hands, the chain was still between her fingers, but I realised that the other end was attached to me. More specifically: it was attached to the collar around my neck. The long chain hung between us and Lisa stepped back, taking up some of the slack. I was still staring at her, my mouth open.

“So, anyway,” she said, watching my reaction carefully, “Something to wear…” She tailed off, waving the chain back and forth, her fingers holding a thin leather loop at the other end. I felt its movement translated through a gentle tugging of my neck from one side to the other.

‘Something to wear’ was not the same as ‘an outfit’. She had never said ‘an outfit’. I felt suddenly angry at her that she had misled me, but I couldn’t really pinpoint where.

“But…” I started to say. But I can’t stand around like this.

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Naked Body Shots


The next half an hour passed with giggling and more tequila shots. Brandy and Sherine felt relaxed, leaning back on the leather sofas with the boy band superstars, just casually naked. This evening was turning out alright after all.

Brandy, leaning back in her seat, stretched her hands above her head, pushing her chest out as she did. It felt wonderfully free, now that alcohol had removed her last inhibitions. She noticed Damian glance at her breasts as she arched her back and she smiled at Sherine. Maybe tonight would lead somewhere else, if they were lucky.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea. Have you ever heard of body shots?” Damian asked Brandy.

Brandy half shook her head as she thought. “You mean shots like photography?” she asked. She’d already had the paparazzi; did Damian want to take photos of her too? Maybe she’d agree to that, under the right circumstances.

“Uh-uh.” He shook his head and then glanced at Russ with eyes full of mischief. “So, Nicole, you…”

Brandy lifted a finger and stopped Damian mid-sentence. “Brandy,” she interrupted. She’d had enough of trying to remember her fake name and whether she was Nicole or Teri.

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