"Sounds good," you reply, standing up and heading out of the theatre,
the girl following closely behind you. "I'm Angela," she said as you
hit the Pleasure Island grounds once more. "Since you haven't asked
yet."
"Shit..." you say, "I'm sorry...I'm Darren." She smiles, sniffing at
your neck again. She stands a few inches shorter than you, putting her
around five and a half feet tall.
"It's fine, lover....just don't let it happen again," she said, adding
a little growl in your ear. It was a playful growl, and it had a
rather surprising effect on you, causing you to immediately pull her
to you, smothering her with the most aggressive french kiss you'd ever
given anyone in your life.
You pull away from her with a quiet apology. "I'm sorry," you said.
Again, she just smiled sweetly. "No, it's okay," she said. "You're
obviously ripe to be set free...and you're gonna be FUN!"
Angela grabbed your hand, dragging you with her. "My place is this
way," she said, her grasp rather surprisingly tight, and she tugged
with quite a bit of force.
"Your place? You live here?" you ask as you walk with her.
"Yep...once I was freed, I never wanted to leave, so I didn't," she
said very matter-of-factly.
"So you live with a whole pack then?" You say.
She laughs. "No...just my girlfriend Tanya."
"Girlfriend?" you ask, arching an eyebrow at her. "And how's she going
to feel about me?"
Angela smiles at you deviously. "I'm sure she'll be fine with
you...she and I are...not exclusive.." she said, choosing her words
carefully. "She's the one that set me free...and she's gonna help me
free you. I know just the way, too."
We arrived at a modest ranch-style house nestled off the beaten paths
of Pleasure Island. "Welcome to my home," she said, swinging the door
open and calling, "Tanya? Baby, we have company!"