As he reclined back in his seat, Paul found his arms began to itch, and he absent mindedly
scratched at them, relieving the sensation. A red-headed woman walked up to the table
and ran her fingers over the back of Paul's hand. Her warm touch caused the itching
feeling to subside, and he looked up to see the stranger standing before him.
Her hair was short, fiery red, messy and pixie-like. She was completely naked, save for a
pair of knee-high leather boots. Her body was completely smooth. She grabbed Paul by
the hand, and lead him across the room, and proceeded to lead him down a flight of stairs
into a private room. She opened the door and motioned for Paul to enter.
Closing the door behind her, she came from behind Paul and ran her hands beneath his
shirt. Carefully lifting the shirt over his arms, she left it draped around his head.
"No peeking!" she says, giggling.
She slips a leather bracelet on each of Paul's wrists, and tightens them. She takes the shirt
off of Paul's face, and he finds himself staring at himself on a mirrored wall. The
mysterious woman smiles as she presses a button on the wall. Suddenly, Paul's arms
begin to move upward- a thick cord of rope attached to the bracelet retracts slowly into
the wall, pulling Paul's arms taut at a 45 degree angle. He struggles against the ropes, but
can not move his arms in the least. Moreover, the itching has returned, this time with
more intensity.
"What's going on?" Paul blurts out, struggling once again to get his arms free.
"You'll see. Sit back and enjoy the ride, buckaroo. We've got a long night ahead of us."
the woman says, laughing and she closes the door and locks it.