“Lets see,” Carol reached over and grabbed one of the longer straws.
“Go head,” Peter let Sue go.
“Short,” Sue noted comparing the size to Carols.
“Your turn Peter,” Emma held the straws towards him.
Peter grabbed the other longer one. Emma revealed her shorter one.
“So, Peter and I will take the second floor while you two take the ground floor?” Carol confirmed.
“Sure,” Sue felt disappointed at being paired with Emma rather than Peter.
The four opened the doors and found themselves in a lobby with an empty reception desk. Behind it was an door way and off to the side was the expected elevator.
“Good luck,” Sue said as Carol and Peter went into the elevator.
“Shall we?” Emma gestured towards the door behind the desk.
“Hang on let’s look around here first,” Sue said, “I don’t want to miss any clues about who this place belonged to or why they left it to us four.”
The front reception area had a number of benches around the walls, and the reception desk was about five feet wide, four feet tall on the outer edge, and three feet deep. Moving behind it, both ladies saw bits of a computer and a phone that were at least a decade old. Emma poked in some of the drawers and cubby holes.
“My my my,” Emma pulled out a series of books, “Lesbian orgies and you, a beginners’ guide to BDSM, Anal Sex made WOW! And this is interesting; Protocals of the Master’s Harem, rules and rituals for sister wives and slaves.”
“What?” Sue asked.
“The master is an alpha male and the sister wives are the alpha females,” Emma read aloud, “each sister wife may have up to three slave girls for her and the mater’s use. The sister wives may demand sex with the master, but the slaves are to be sexual property and as such will have no say in when or with whom they have sex.”
“Let me see that!” Sue grabbed the book.
“Do you think we are here to set up another coven of bisexual orgy girls?” Emma asked flatly.
“Let’s check-out that area,” Sue put the book back down.
Opening the door behind the reception desk Sue and Emma entered a lounge. Off on the right was a bar set up, the outer three walls all had floor to ceiling glass windows, tinted and covered with drapes for privacy. In the middle of the room were couches, loveseats, chase lounges, what looked like modified pool tables and weird saw horses with padding on them.
“What the heck?” Sue walked towards one of the saw horses.
“It’s a spanking bench,” Emma said, “You put your legs here, lay forward, and put your arms here, then you get buckled in and the fun can start…”
Sue held up the white leather cuffs.
“What kind of fun?” Sue asked herself.
“Spankings,” Emma rattled off, “Finger fucking, pegging, doggy style…”
Sue looked around, unaware that the house was watching her mind and playing with the visions in hear mind’s eye.
“Sue,” Emma called, “Take a look at this…”
Sue turned and looked at a painting on the wall, it was of two blonde ladies blindfolded and handcuffed together but otherwise naked, kissing and humping each other on a table. Sue looked around and notice there were three such paintings, each pairing three different blonde ladies…
“Am I going crazy or are those paintings turning into us?” Emma asked.
In one, Emma was on top of Sue, another Emma was on top of Carol and lastly Sue was on top of Carol.
“Maybe we should make like the plumber and leave…” Sue said in a light trance.
Neither blonde moved from their spot as the building animated the paintings showing them such pleasures they could have…
*
“Second floor, broken dreams, denied leave, and tears of the innocent,” Carol said in a snarky tone.
“What?” Peter asked.
“Air Force humor,” Carol dismissed the question.
“You were in the military?” Peter asked.
“Captain in the US Air Force,” Carol confirmed.
“This isn’t much,” Peter commented on the small room they found themselves in, behind them was the elevator, next to them was a door marked as the fire stairs and another door was in front of them, Want to guess what’s behind that door?”