part 3 "I still think it's unfair- I haven't gotten off all day," complained Jason.part 3 "I still think it's unfair- I haven't gotten off all day," complained Jason. The three of them were walking down the hall toward the elevators. "Oh I don't know," retorted Mandy, as the elevator- `lift' she reminded herself- arrived, "you seemed to be enjoying yourself." "You know what I mean," Jason answered, "I'm still..." He paused as an elderly couple in fancy clothes passed them. He didn't think they were likely to approve of the topic at hand. He wondered what they thought of all the wild-looking members of the Skin Two convention. "...horny," he finished, as the elevator arrived. It was empty. "It goes without saying," Mandy replied, "you're a male, you suffer from testosterone poisoning. Tuck your collar in," she added. Flora had put her purple rubber miniskirt back on, along with the strappy pumps, but Mandy had insisted that Jason didn't look submissive enough for her tastes. To his relief, she hadn't made him change into anything TOO embarrassing, although he now sported a boned leather posture collar, festooned with d-rings. He fingered the straps to see what Mandy was talking about, and found one that had not been buckled properly. He tucked it in. The elevator doors opened, and a fascinating sight greeted them. The lobby was full of leather and rubber-clad people, of all shapes, sizes, and descriptions. |