The lights came back on. Another man came to their table, accompanied by a tall blonde with pierced n*****s chained together and another chain between her legs, pulled up tight to her waist. Emma thought of what was between her own legs. She could feel the rubber plug buried deep inside her, its constant pressure a reminder of her own submission.
The man stared at Emma. “Gorgeous girl,” he said.
“Yes,” said Gerry without expression, as if reluctant that Emma should hear such a compliment.
The man sat down, uninvited. The girl stood beside him.
“Nice t**s,” the man said.
Gerry leaned towards Emma and undid two buttons of her blouse. “Do you think so?” he said. He held Emma’s blouse open slightly.
The man looked at Emma’s half-exposed breasts. “Can I feel?” he asked.
“No,” said Gerry.
