| Thievery Corporation seduced Justine gently from her lover's speakers. It was friday night and he'd promised something special. Certainly driving across the bridge into the City was intriguing but his assured hand on her thigh gliding in rythmn to the club beats always captivated her. It had a mischievous quality tonight. It made her warm, sensual, hungry... nervous. The hypnotic clack of the bridge under them and the slow strobe of the streetlights marking their time made her drift deeper, pondering what the glittering horizon would bring and remembering past depravities.Her sex twitched reflexively in response.She turned her head to admire him when something caught Justine's eye; at her feet, momentarily swept in the streetlit drift was a dog collar... |
