Stuck in couch London conned Blake London double feature

Blake sits down on the couch and waves you closer. You slide in next to her. She turns her head, then suddenly a pair of hands push her face-first into the cushions. She’s trapped, ass up, legs kicking. The hands yank her arms behind her and loop a belt tight around her wrists. She twists and strains, blonde hair sticking to her sweaty face, but the leather only bites harder. London steps into the hotel room with a stranger and his heavy bag. She drops onto the bed, drains the glass he hands her, and jokes that nobody knows she’s here. Her eyelids get heavy. He hauls her limp body to the bed, rolls her onto her stomach, and lashes her arms behind her back. Ankles and waist next, quick and mean. A wadded cloth is stuffed between her teeth, then wrapped tight with silver duct tape. She wakes up bound, gagged, furious. She hops from bed to dresser, to the nightstand, trying every drawer, every surface. When she finally reaches the phone, the same hands grab her again and slam her into a chair, rope and tape still pinning her tight. The camera lingers on the sheen of sweat across her hairy mound and the red marks the ropes leave on her pale skin.