Robin’s head swam. This wasn’t possible. He felt drunk, drunker than he had been in years. But the one drink he had consumed could not have done that.
That’s when he noticed Miranda’s face and he experienced a surge of panic. That half smile on her face was always a danger sign, malice mixed with merriment. Then he slept.
When he awakened, Robin was naked and bound at his wrists and ankles with the terrycloth belts of a bathrobe. Miranda giggled, “Well, it’s about time you’re awake. Time for your surprise.” His ex-girlfriend was wearing only a bra and panties and looked stunning. Her body was still slender and beautifully proportioned. Robin felt himself respond to her despite his anger.
“What the hell are you doing, Miranda. This isn’t…”
“Did you really think I wanted to have a drink with you for old time’s sake, Robin? Do you remember how hurtful you were when we broke up? This is payback time.”
And then Robin saw his surprise; Miranda’s lover, Alice, the woman she left him for.
“Hey, Robin, remember me, the fucking dyke? Miranda thought we could have some fun with you. I wasn’t sure, but I’m warming up to the idea right about now.”
Alice was barefoot and wearing a silken robe; her muscular legs seemed far more attractive than Robin would have imagined. Her breasts strained the front of the robe.
Robin decided that charming his way of this was his only viable option. Choking down his anger, he tried for as light a tone as possible, “You guys are right, I know I said some things that weren’t nice, but that was a long time ago”.
“Do you hear a noise, Miranda; can’t we do something about that?”
Miranda was already in motion, swinging her leg over the prone Robin and seating herself over his face and mouth. Robin twisted his head, struggling for a pinhole of air through the side of his mouth.
