Chapter 1: Introduction
The night was warm, and the humid air clung to skin as sweat gathered on brows and ran down the small of backs. The streets outside pulsed with energy, the life of the city growing thicker as the hours slipped by. Inside the dimly lit apartment, a trio of women prepared for the night.
Amy, with her dark-blond hair tumbling down her back, padded to the kitchen in nothing but a tiny leather thong and fishnet stockings. The clothes she used to wear seemed a distant memory—proper dresses and sensible shoes.
Now, she craved a different kind of freedom. She rummaged through the refrigerator, searching for the perfect bottle of champagne.
Behind her, Eve and Cat—redheaded and blonde, respectively—sat on the plush couch in the living room, legs spread, hands bound behind their backs. The glow of the candle-filled space illuminated the smooth skin of their torsos and thighs. The dildos beneath them buzzed at a steady pulse, threatening to drive them wild.
Eve's head tipped back, lips parted, as her body begged for an orgasm. Fishnets crisscrossing her legs, she tugged at the restraints, ankles anchored by silk ropes. Each pulse of pleasure radiated from between her legs, heating her blood and begging for release.
Opposite her, Cat wriggled under the attentions of the vibrator, thighs squeezing together as she attempted to alleviate the pressure building within her core.
With every pulse, her breasts jiggled, nipples hard against the fishnet covering them. Her eyelids fluttered, her voice weakly pleading for more, while her mind screamed for reprieve.
Amy emerged from the kitchen, a bottle of chilled champagne in one hand, three glasses balanced in the other. Dressed with the same seductive intent, she’d changed into a daring red lingerie set, tight around her lithe figure and leaving her toned stomach visible.
A faint sheen of oil glistened on her cleavage, drawing the eyes to her ample bosom.
Dropping to her knees, she worked at the knots holding her friends captive, moving with practiced ease. Eve and Cat whimpered weakly as Amy released them from their bonds, rubbing circulation back into their abused wrists.
“Get undressed,” Amy purred, that familiar wicked glint in her eyes.
She popped open the bottle of champagne and poured the bubbly liquid into the three glasses, before setting it aside.
Eve and Cat wasted no time shedding their thongs and fishnets, discarding them carelessly onto the floor as they crawled to lay on either side of Amy. Three pairs of hands caressed skin, teasing, tasting – a prelude to the main event.
“Oh, gods,” moaned Eve, as Amy's practiced fingers slid down her chest and stomach.