Sleight of Hand - Sex Stories

Sleight of Hand

... on the floor. She laid there in a tangled mess for a few seconds and then straightened herself out. The exertion of her solo-session had been slightly exhausting so she stayed down on the floor for several minutes with her eyes closed, gradually regaining her breath and strength. After more moments had passed than of which she could keep track she pulled herself up and shook off the cobwebs. Wondering as to the time, she looked momentarily around the room for her phone before remembering that it was in her purse in Brandon’s office. Jenna coughed weakly, clearing her throat, and then slowly opened the door. ‘I hope they didn’t hear me,’ she thought. Peering outside she couldn’t see either of them and affirmed to herself that neither of the men had any knowledge of what she had just done. She breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out to retrieve her phone. Looking across the main space she saw something that immediately grabbed her attention. It was a large, wooden stockade with metal shackles framing all around it. For the second time today, neither of the men were anywhere to be found and Jenna, for the second time today, pondered as to their whereabouts before quickly losing interest in the idea. The stocks were too interesting to stare at from afar so she walked over for a closer inspection. “Like what you see?” a voice asked form over her shoulder. Holding a massive row of keys and standing there, grinning, was Tristan. He walked past her and proceeded to fiddle with ...

... the locks on the sides of the thick wooden frame. “Brandon had to run back to his apartment for another memory card. I guess he thought he had extras but it turns out that those are from another shoot, accidentally left in the case instead of being switched out for fresh ones,” he answered before she could even ask. “Oh?” she responded, not knowing what else to say, her eyes still soaking up the contraption before her. “Yes. So, do you have any idea what this is?” “I think so. I saw it in a cartoon once. It’s one of those things that they used for witches so the town could throw tomatoes at them.” Tristan laughed. “Something like that. It’s called a stockade, ‘stocks’ for short. A person’s head would go through this big hole in the center and their hands through the two small holes to the sides. Then, with it locked around their neck and wrists, they were incapable of leaving or doing pretty much anything for that matter.” Jenna nodded. She enjoyed the history lesson but wasn’t sure where he was going with all of this. “We use this in the show for an escape act. The handcuffs stuff is nice but it’s hard to demonstrate with a large crowd. We need something bigger and more visual so this is where this comes in,” he explained. “So the assistant locks you in there and you get out?” she asked. “Almost,” he answered with a devilish grin, “I lock up my assistant and… well, there’s a bit of magic that takes place.” “I get it. You can’t reveal your secrets,” she said playfully. “Pretty ...