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Driven By You (FF/M - Adult) - Part 8

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Here's the usual links to the first chapter in this series, the first part of this chapter & part 7. As always I suggest reading from the beginning, but there should be enough details to let you pick the story up pretty much anywhere.


Driven By You – Part 8

It was a strange enough offer that I had to stop myself from doing a double take; one thing I’d learnt about Laura when she was in this sort of mood was not to give her any sort of opening to exploit. I thought I had an inkling of what she had in mind but wanted to make sure.

“Care to elaborate” I asked, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice.

“It’s simple enough my love, we’ll go the party, you get to escort both of us there and I think we can guarantee you’ll be leaving with both of us as well” she explained, a wicked smile shooting straight past my brain, down my spine and into my cock. “You’ll get to do the best entrance in company history, and I don’t think anyone’s going to object if you leave early under the circumstances.” Again she gave me that look, trapping me like a rabbit in headlights.

“And the trade-off for this would be?”

“You have to play the part of our willing slave for the rest of the night.”

“And this is your idea of a fair trade?”

“Absolutely, after all we’re going to get you anyway, I just don’t want to have to worry about that devious little mind of yours distracting us from our work. This way you at least get some really good stories to throw around on Monday morning.”

I thought it over for a second or two and knew she was right. There really was no way I was going to be able to fight both of them off if they decided to gang up on me, and maybe this way they’d be in a good enough mood to go easy on me after the party. Besides, it would make for good office gossip and hopefully stop people asking about what exactly was going on between us every ten minutes. Let’s face it, while two people in the same company going out just fuels the rumour mill, having a potential threesome pretty much generates its own mental images without the need for outside explanation.

“Okay, deal, if that’s okay with both of you” I added, noticing Hayley was staring at us with an expression that was almost, I don’t know, hungry somehow.

“It’s fine with me” Hayley said “only problem is I really don’t have anything with me suitable for that sort of event.”

“Why not go as you are?” I joked, casting a rather over-the-top leer at Hayley’s naked body before ducking the pillow that was swung at my head.

“Don’t worry” Laura replied, “you’re still near as damn it the same shape as me, I’ll have something that’ll fit you, though it might be a bit tight around here”. So saying she reached forward and grabbed Hayley’s breasts, which I had to admit were probably a cup size bigger than Laura’s.

“Mmmm, that’s fine, no-one knows me there so the slut look will be fine” Hayley purred, clearly enjoying the attention. I let it carry on for a few seconds, then reluctantly forced myself to interrupt.

“Sorry to break up this Kodak moment, but we’ve got about an hour and a half to get ready, I’ll have to make a run back to my place for a suit and shower, and the two of you need to sort something out as well.”

“Spoilsport” Hayley pouted as Laura moved round to slide down beside her, matching the pout on her friends face “can’t we play first?”

I almost laughed, but managed somehow to keep in my ‘serious’ character while moving slowly to the door. “Nope, sorry, there’ll be plenty of time for playing around later, but if we don’t move now I’m afraid Cinderella won’t make it to the ball on time.”

“And which one of us are you calling Cinderella?” Laura asked.

“Hmm, oh Hayley of course, you’re definitely more wicked stepsister material!” I replied, shooting round the door as the first pillow bounced off it.

It actually took me a little longer than I’d expected to get ready thanks to a set of car keys that really didn’t want to be found. Now it has to be said that given the choice of any transportation in the world, I’d probably have gone for something low, sleek and sporty, with either a Ferrari or Aston Martin badge sitting proudly on the bonnet. I’d have happily settled for a BMW, or a fast Honda. Unfortunately the real world was seldom as kind to the true car enthusiast as it should be and what I actually had was a Nissan people carrier. Bought off a relative for the princely sum of £500, it was in good condition, reliable and got me from point A to point B with only a mild amount of embarrassment at the traffic lights. And it did have the useful characteristic of being able to hold up to five adults in comfort, with sliding rear doors making it easy to load drunken friends for the ride back from the pub.

I’d dressed simply enough, it wasn’t really a black tie occasion anyway, though I was expecting the usual mix you got at pretty much any formal work function. In other words, the guys would be trying to get away with as little effort as possible while the girls would be dressed up to the max. Under normal circumstances I’d have been tempted to stick with this game plan, but considering I was escorting two knockouts to this get together I’d gone the extra mile. Simple black suit, hand tailored not an off the peg number, with a dark red silk shirt underneath, matching tie and black shoes. As I’d need somewhere to store the car keys when I got there I’d grabbed my favourite coat on the way out the door, a long black leather trench coat that dropped almost to the floor, with a lining the same colour as my shirt.

I drove the short distance over to Laura’s place and parked up right outside. They’d obviously been waiting for me as they were out the front door almost before I could switch the engine off. I had no idea what they were wearing as both had on similar coats to me, although theirs were wool rather than leather, with a big wool ‘ruff’ round the collar. Both had their hair back, pulled into a loose ponytail and held by one band as high up as possible, allowing the hair to spread out as it flowed down their backs. Strangely Laura pulled open the back door and let Hayley in first, then climbed in herself so that they were both sitting behind me, rather than the more normal one up front, one behind arrangement.

I went to start the car again and froze as I felt my seatbelt tighten across me. “Now you do remember our agreement?” Hayley whispered in my ear as her fingers gently tickled my neck and throat.

“Of course” I replied, straining slightly to keep from giggling under those maddening fingers. “And I’ll abide by it, you don’t need to worry about that.”

“Good” Hayley growled, sending shivers down my spine “because I guarantee that this is going to be a night you never forget. You can drive on now,” she added, almost as an afterthought releasing both my neck and seatbelt.

I gulped a deep breath to calm myself down a little then headed off into London traffic. Never a fun experience, tonight seemed to be particularly bad as the usual mix of nutters, no-hopers and professional drivers all headed for the same bit of tarmac at about twice the posted speed limit. I will say this for a large car, it really discourages people from trying to cut you up, especially if it’s left hand drive and therefore puts you right by the driver as he tries to squeeze you out. It certainly occupied my attention and as much as I hated to admit it I almost forgot about my passengers until we pulled into the hotel car park forty-five minutes later.

“Park over there, in the shadows” Laura instructed and I followed her orders, picking a bay well away from the streetlights and reversing in.

I finished switching everything off and by the time I’d gotten out and locked up they were halfway across the car park and heading for the front door. I headed after them, my longer stride pattern allowing me to close the distance without rushing. They still made it inside just before me, and I followed them over to the coat-check desk. I checked the pocket with my keys was closed and zipped, handed the jacket over, pocketed the ticket and turned round. And stopped dead.

Laura and Hayley were wearing almost identical outfits, with the main difference being the colour. Both dresses were strapless numbers that started just on the legal side of decency at the front, cupping their breasts perfectly before falling in a sheer, tight cut down to about a foot above the ankle. Both had on high heeled shoes, and both performed a slow, picturesque turn, revealing the cut at the back of the dresses went much lower than I’d expected, right down to the base of the spine and exposing that creamy, perfect skin. But it was the colours that dazzled. Laura’s was a deep black, with a satin-like gloss that worked perfectly with her hair and contrasted wonderfully with her pale skin. Hayley on the other hand was dressed in a red that was only a few shades lighter than the one on my shirt, although her dress seemed to shimmer as she moved, the light catching it in different ways and causing a slight colour change as it did so. Something that had been hidden from me in orange glare of the street lights was Hayley’s hair, died to a deep, fiery red, her normal deep brown being used as a highlight colour here.

On their own either of the two would have been the focus of attention for every male at any party anywhere in the world, together they were a knock out punch to rival anything Ali had ever thrown. They slinked over to me, and I’d never really realised what ‘slinking’ meant until that moment, and took position one either side of me, Hayley on my right, Laura on my left. We walked forward and entered the main ballroom that was the site of the evening’s activities.

The next hour passed in a whirlwind of sensation. As we entered everyone seemed to do a double take, then a triple take as they realised whom it was escorting these two angels. And that really was the only way to describe them, compared to everyone else there they practically glowed, the crowd of people moving aside to let them through like the red sea parting for Mosses. As usually seemed to happen one of our resident smart-arses worked his way over to us and threw a line about how much they were charging to be here. A question that Hayley answered by turning her back on him and giving me a wonderful, long, tantalising kiss before turning back and replying “nothing, he’s just so much better than any other option”.

That scene replayed in various guises several times, with both girls taking it in turns to play the ‘blinded with lust’ role to perfection. I was rapidly acquiring a new appreciation for their acting abilities, along with an equal appreciation for their ability to torture me in a manner so subtle that no one else managed to pick up on it. Regardless of what was happening at least one of them managed to stay close enough to my side to gently poke and prod me through the suit jacket. It wasn’t enough to make me laugh, rather it was a gentle, erotic tickle that sent waves of electricity through my body, and it was the urge to moan, rather than laugh, that I had to fight.

After we’d managed to do one complete circuit of the room, the girls started to guide me towards the exit, both of them tickling me incessantly now, and I was actually finding it a little difficult to walk at times. We made it back outside, stopping only to grab our coats and headed back to the car. I started to head round to the drivers’ side, only to be pulled back by Hayley. Laura reached into my coat and grabbed the keys, went round to the boot, unlocked it and pulled out a small canvas bag from inside. I knew that wasn’t in there when I’d left the house, they must have brought it in the car with them and slid it into the boot under the back seats. She unzipped the bag and retrieved a pair of trainers, swapping them for her high heels.

“Sorry love, but I’m driving back. Don’t worry, I’m insured”

“Quite right, don’t worry about the car” Hayley whispered, “worry about what we’ve got in store for you tonight.”

Laura had left the boot up, and gestured towards it “Get in, no questions.”

I did what I was told, knowing better than to use up their limited patience on futile protests.

“Now, lie down with your legs under the seat, quickly!” Laura snapped, obviously impatient to get this, admittedly rather public, display over with. Again I followed instructions as best I could. The back seats in this car were mounted on runners so they could slide back and fore like the front seats, which meant there was a gap between the seat and the floor that lead straight back into the boot. I slid my legs into this narrow gap and had to work my way down to let them shut the boot without chopping my head off like a guillotine. I couldn’t see a thing now, the parcel shelf had been pulled into position and everything was black.

I jumped as I felt hands move on my legs, pushing my trouser legs up, exposing my ankles, which were promptly cuffed and restrained, I assumed off the mounting frame for the back seat. Then my shoes were removed, followed swiftly by my socks. The engine started and I felt the car start to move, then I stopped analysing what was going on and started screaming. Hayley (at least I presumed it was Hayley) was sitting in the back, probably on the floor between the back and front seats and had just started attacking my exposed soles for all she was worth.

As I was coming to expect from this tickler supreme she was absolutely merciless as she tickled my helpless soles, raking her finger tips up and down the sensitive skin, scratching and probing to identify my more ticklish areas, confirming what she’d already found the night before. I’d never felt sensations that extreme, that intense before. I’ve been tied up before, I’ve even been blindfolded before but this was something else. My eyes were free to look, but there simply wasn’t anything to focus on, there was a huge, impenetrable barrier between my assailant and me and I had no way to get away. It was a feeling of helplessness unlike anything I’d encountered and it annihilated my will power almost immediately.

Thankfully the drive back was much shorter than the trip there, the traffic having eased off while we were socialising, but it still took the best part of half an hour to get back home with my laughter increasing in desperation with every passing minute. The only saving grace is that despite the strict bondage around my feet the bouncing motion of the car prevented Hayley from being able to target me too specifically, but that was small consolation as she rubbed, poked, prodded, scratched, kneaded, scraped and licked my feet for all she was worth. I felt like I was loosing my mind, lost in the dark, trapped in perjury while my feet had made it to hell.

When the car finally stopped Hayley stopped her assault immediately, leaving me twitching and jerking in the aftermath. Somehow a small part of my mind that was still capable of rational thought pointed out that from now on this car was going to be stuck with the name ‘Tickle-Mobile’. I heard the doors open, then the boot swung up and I felt my bondage being slackened and slipped off.

“Out, now!” Laura commanded and I did my best to comply, my legs stiff from their captivity. I walked barefoot behind Laura to the front door and followed her inside, Hayley bringing up the rear and shutting the door behind us. Laura led me to the sofa and instructed me to sit. Again I didn’t dare disobey as Laura slid onto my lap and draped her arms around my neck.

“That was only a small taste of what we have in store for you tonight my love, you are going to pay for what you’ve put us both through in the last 24 hours. We’re going to go finish setting up, in the meantime, I want you to stay here, right here in this position and we’ll be back to get you in a few minutes.” So saying she swung herself up and both women headed out the door and I heard them head upstairs.

I waited for what seemed an eternity, eyes locked on the small carriage clock on the mantelpiece, every swing of the tiny pendulum bringing another image to my mind of what they could do to me tonight. My only comfort was that they hadn’t had a huge amount of time to set up anything truly elaborate, a comfort that soon disappeared as I remembered just how extensive Laura’s inventory of bondage toys was, and just how inventive they’d proven themselves to be.

At last I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, a slow, methodical pace that was designed to heighten my tension, let my imagination invent it’s own torments. I realised then just how well Laura at least knew me, and resolved to not let these mind games affect me if I could. To my surprise it was Hayley that entered the room, her hair still pulled back, but with my leather coat hiding any clue I might have inferred from her outfit. She didn’t say a word, but motioned to me to approach her.

She slipped a collar around my neck, and fastened a silver chain to one of four loops attached to the collar. Arranged like this she led me up the stairs towards Laura’s bedroom. We stopped outside the door, and she quickly stripped me down to my birthday suit. She looked me over, gave me one last playful wink, and opened the door. She led me in and despite my resolve I felt a ball of ice form in my stomach, as, for the first time, I was genuinely afraid of what these two fallen angels might have in mind.
 
You left off just when the best part was about to happen! Hurry with part nine, please. :D
 
I'm afraid part nine isn't going to be up before, ohhh, probably the end of the weekend. Why? Glad you asked :D Two reasons actually;

1) My original idea for part 9 got thrown out of the window when something much better came along and so did about three pages of story. While the new stuff is much better, it's bleedin' difficult to write. Put it this way, normally a full part (around the 18,000 character limit per post) takes me two and a bit hours to write when I'm rolling, part 9 is already on 8 hours and counting.

2) While the feedback I've gotten has been amazingly positive, there ain't been a lot of it. This got interperated in my brain as "the writing's okay, but the story's boring". So I've been trying something a little different which should be up in the next few minutes with a bit of luck to see if that's got more appeal.

So for the few of you that are waiting for part 9, sit tight, it's on the way, just a fair bit slower than usual.
 
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