Rebecca

Naked and Cuffed

Rebecca walked past the closed hotel shops to the end of the corridor, afraid of what she might find around the corner. She paused for a moment, thinking back to the night of that bizarre wedding proposal and all of the eyes staring at her as she walked out of the restroom. She’d never forget the gasps and snickers, or the look of intense delight on Andrew’s face as he saw her, like a junkie who’d just gotten a much needed fix. Her legs had almost buckled beneath her until Andrew took hold of her and escorted her to the door. That had been her only nude-in-public experience. Until tonight. Her wedding night.

Rebecca tried to put that night out of her mind and concentrate on the task at hand. She needed to find the men’s restroom. She poked her head around the corner and saw, with a shock, that there was a bar at the end of the hall and it was open and serving customers! And in the corridor just outside the open door of the lounge was the men’s room.

She closed her eyes and silently cursed Andrew. She should’ve known he wasn’t going to make this easy. She had to get to the bathroom to find the handcuff key so there was no choice but to go down the hall toward the bar. She stepped around the corner and began creeping along the wall trying to remain invisible to the people drinking within the lounge. Music wafted from inside as a piano player played quiet tunes for the bored late night drinkers.

Rebecca moved as stealthily as possible down the hall until she was opposite the men’s room door on the other side of the corridor. This was obviously the restroom used by the bar patrons so the chances of someone being inside were good, but what choice did she have but to go in? She dashed across the hallway, breasts bouncing as she ran, and pushed her way through the door into the bathroom.

Thankfully, the bathroom was empty. Rebecca found the white trash receptacle near the sink and slid it away from the wall with her foot. She breathed a sigh of relief as she spotted a plastic bag taped to the rear of it containing a key and a note. She turned around and awkwardly removed the bag and began tearing it open. She heard the key clatter to the floor. The nude girl sat down on the cold tile floor and, with her hands still cuffed behind her back, tried to pick it up. Thank god they keep this floor clean, she thought, as she finally managed to retrieve the key and began fumbling around trying to put it in the handcuffs lock. The key fell again to the floor. A couple of more attempts brought the same results. This is no good, she thought, aware that a bar bathroom probably wouldn't remain vacant for long. With an effort she struggled to her feet and, bending over at the waist, attempted to slide her handcuffed wrists past her butt. The cuffs bit into her wrists as she strained but she finally felt them slip past to her rear thighs. Then, sitting down again, she brought her legs through freeing her arms. With her arms now in front of her the process of retrieving the key and unlocking the cuffs was much easier and they soon snapped open. Rebecca tossed them into the wastebasket and, grabbing the note, fled into one of the stalls to read it.

Congratulations on successfully completing the first part of the game. I figured that someone as limber as you should have no problem finding a way to escape from the handcuffs. Or did you require assistance?

Now for your next task. This will be relatively straightforward since I don't want to challenge you too much on your first time out. I'm sure you noticed that small bar nearby. The bartender will be expecting you. He's saving you a seat at the bar. All you have to do is go in and order a drink and he’ll hand you a note with further instructions. I'll be in the corner of the bar watching. Please don't acknowledge me in any way.

Oh, by the way, the bartender will not allow you to charge the drink to the room. I'm afraid you'll have to find someone in the bar to buy it for you.

Rebecca sighed as she read the instructions. All of the stealth and caution she’d used to avoid being seen by the customers in the bar had been for nothing. She was going to have to walk right in naked and belly up to the bar for a drink! And then, god only knows what the next set of instructions will be.

Rebecca knew that the clock was ticking so she had no choice but to get moving. There was no doubt in her mind that Andrew would lock her out of the room naked all night if she was even a minute late. She stepped out of the stall, crumpled up the note and tossed it into the trash. At least the cuffs were gone now making this next step marginally less humiliating. A sense of déjà vu came over her as she thought back to the last time she stepped out of a restroom totally naked. At least she wasn’t a total novice at this, she thought to herself, so maybe that will make it easier. That was her hope anyway. She pushed the door open, stepped into the corridor, and walked without hesitation through the open door of the bar.

The hotel lounge was only about half full but Rebecca could sense every head in the place swivel her direction as she walked in. The customers were mainly bored businessmen although there were several couples sitting at tables talking quietly. In the corner she saw Andrew sitting at a table, his eyes focused intently on her. Rebecca turned her eyes from him and walked to the bar.

The bartender smiled and tossed a napkin down in front of her like it was the most natural thing in the world for a nude woman to walk into his bar. Rebecca sat down on the stool next to a businessman in a rumpled white shirt and tacky tie. "Whoa," the man exclaimed as the naked woman sat down beside him. Rebecca could smell the whiskey on his breath from where she sat. "Hello there, darlin'."

Rebecca forced a smile onto her face. "Hi. Would you mind buying me a drink?"

"Sure thing," the man replied and he managed to tear his eyes off of her breasts long enough to shove a crumpled up wad of bills toward the bartender. "Get her whatever she wants, barkeep."

The bartender smiled. "My name's Jimmy. What can I get you?"

"I'll have a glass of Chardonnay please, Jimmy."

"My name's Ed," her companion in the next seat said. "What's yours?"

"I'm Suzy," she replied, not wanting to give the man her real name.

"Pleased to meet ya, Suzy. Damn you got the nicest tits I ever seen. And they look real, too."

Rebecca tried to ignore the man as Jimmy brought her glass of wine along with a note. She felt a tingle of anticipation as she opened it, not knowing what to expect next.

Congratulations on your progress so far, Becky. Only one task remains and then you can return to the room. After you finish your drink you will request a song from the piano player, and I want you to sing it for the bar. You know what song I want to hear. Once you've finished the bartender will give you your room key and you may leave at any time.

She knew what song Andrew wanted. Danny Boy. His grandmother was Irish and used to sing it to him as a young boy. That song was one of the few things in the world that could move him to tears.

Rebecca's new friend Ed was engaging in a drunken one-sided conversation with her that she’d been tuning out. He apparently thought that her "outfit" was the latest fashion for hookers in the area and he couldn't have been more pleased about it. Rebecca felt Ed's hand on her back and she quickly gulped down her glass of wine. "Excuse me Ed, but I want to request a song from the piano man." She rose from her stool and all eyes were on her as she approached the piano. She waited self-consciously until he finished his song and then spoke briefly into his ear. He nodded and began to play. Rebecca looked around the bar nervously and began to sing:

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

But come you back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

Rebecca sang with a strong, clear voice. She loved to sing and, for the moment anyway, she forgot about her nudity. She was lost in the moment and the crowd listened with rapt attention to the beautiful song.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

There was silence for a moment after she finished, then the crowd erupted in applause. Rebecca blushed then took a small bow. In the corner she could see Andrew clapping as well, a tear running down his cheek. A rush of adrenaline ran through her and she couldn't help but smile as she returned to the bar.

"That was damn good," she heard Ed slur and felt his hand on her ass. She turned to him and smiled. "Ed, would you mind buying me another drink?"

"Sure thing, hon," he replied and removed his hand to reach for his wallet.

Jimmy placed another glass of wine in front of her along with the room key. "That was wonderful singing," he said. Rebecca blushed again at the compliment. "Thanks Jimmy." As she sat down on the stool she felt Ed's hand again, this time moving up her thigh. She took a quick sip then turned to her companion in the next bar stool and threw the remainder of the wine into his face.

A shocked and surprised Ed sprung to his feet, the wine dripping off of his face onto his white shirt. "You fucking bitch... "

Rebecca grabbed the room key and turned to Jimmy as she walked toward the exit, "I'm sorry I can't leave you a tip."

"No problem," the bartender laughed. "Your presence here was tip enough." With that Rebecca strode through the open door of the bar into the hallway beyond.

As she walked down the corridor Rebecca's brief exhilaration began to fade as she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. Nervously she picked up the pace, afraid to look back. Reaching the elevator she pushed the up button just as a hand grabbed her and spun her around. In her face was a drunk and angry Ed. "Where the hell do you think you're going you little prick tease. The party's not over yet." He leaned over and attempted to plant a kiss on her as Rebecca struggled to push him away, his foul-smelling breath nauseating her. Suddenly a hand seized Ed by the throat and he gasped for breath as Andrew Compton slammed him against the opposite wall. Ed took a wild swing but Andrew blocked it easily and slammed his knee into Ed's groin. The color went out of Ed's face as he slumped to his knees in pain. Andrew grabbed the man by his hair and then buried a fist into the man’s gut. What little air was left exploded out of Ed's lungs and he crumpled into a heap on the floor, gasping and retching. Compton looked on for a moment with a cruel grin at the sight of the beaten man, then turned and led his wife into the open elevator.

As the elevator climbed upward the man and wife found themselves in an embrace of hungry passion. The embarrassment, humiliation, fear and adrenaline that Rebecca had experienced were now fueling a fire inside her that she'd never felt before. She greedily tore at Andrew's clothes wanting to feel him inside of her. As the elevator doors slid open, Andrew swept her off of her feet and carried her in his arms down the hallway to their room, pausing only briefly to unlock the door. Then Andrew Compton carried his young bride across the threshold into their bridal suite, kicking the door shut behind him.

Moments later the Comptons consummated their wedding vows.