Bachelorette Party

Lora Cross walks in like she owns the room. Three women wait for her—Emma Ray the bride-to-be, plus Charlie and Blake. They're buzzing, drinks in hand, expecting a girl in heels and little else. Lora shows them something harder. She turns on them fast, rope in one hand, bit gag in the other. She puts that hard rubber bar between Emma’s teeth and buckles it tight. Next come the wrists. Emma’s pulled back, arms cinched behind her, knees forced wide. Blonde hair spills over her face. Lora’s all business and no mercy. Charlie and Blake watch, frozen, until Lora grabs them next. She strips them down in the same breath, fastens matching bits, ties wrists behind backs. Blonde and brunettes all lined up, gagged and bent. Lora works them over slow, tugging each rope until nothing moves. She leans close, breath hot, and lets them feel how little they can fight back. The night stretches out in front of them—tight, wet, and nowhere to go.