What's taking so long?" Fancy didn't bother to knock, just turned the knob, pushed the door open, and walked in. What she found made her mouth fall open, her eyes widen, and a blow torch blow across her face. Mitch lay spread-eagle on his bed, both hands and legs secured with some sort of leather straps, like one would see in a psych ward. His nude body tensed as he looked to her, his eyes bright as if trying to decide what to say. Darla's red hair trailed down her back, bringing attention to the black corset she wore. Matching hose and heels completed the outfit. As she watched, the woman twisted around, showing off bare breasts puffed up by the stiff material and a lack of panties. Anger coated her face. "Fancy, run!" Mitch yelled from inside the room. Fancy blinked. "Umm. Excuse me. I'll come back later!" Turning on her heel, she started toward the door. Fleeing seemed a prudent option in order to find a bouncer to rid them of this plague called Darla. "Come back here!" The stern command stopped Fancy in her tracks.
