“Jack, get her changed, and get her out. We needa talk.” Spike says, his arms crossed and hand rubbing his temple. I’ve retreated to the far wall, Gimp girl is sitting on her legs in front of me, leaning as close to me as she can. I can almost smell the latex as she flutters her eyelashes at me.

“Spike, for the last fucking time, I didn’t let her in! She’s one of those freaks from the club!”

Spike lets out another groan, louder this time. “Well then how did she get in, Jack? The door’s locked! The windows too! Unless she’s got some decent lockpicking skills, someone must’ve let her in.” he says, looking her up and down. “And it sure as hell wasn’t me.”

“Then how the hell did she get in?” I ask, turning from Spike to look at her. She turns away from me, guilt written across her latex face. She nervously glances at the floor, then back to me, then back to the floor.

I sigh, realizing what I have to do.

I have to talk to her.

I lean in closer to her, trying to draw her attention back to me. She turns to look at me, her eyes wide in shock at me coming closer to her. I can see she’s blushing, the skin underneath her light blue eyes bright red.

“Listen, ah…”, I almost say ‘Gimp Girl’, “Weird girl? You can’t be here. You needa tell us how you got in here, okay?”

She turns to look at the ground again, avoiding eye contact with me. I lean in even closer, laying a very tentative hand on her shoulder.

Huh, she smells like roses. Weird.

“Look, I’m not gonna be mad at you. I just wanna know how you got in.”

She looks up at me, her eyes narrowed as she tries to read my face.

Sorry, honey, but I have one of the best poker faces in the business.

She looks down at her hands, fiddling them in nervousness.

“I… I have a key…” She says timidly, barely above a whisper. She reaches down her latex suit, grabbing something from within and pulling it out.

The missing key.

I snatch it from her hands, taking a closer look at it. Same red keyring, with our room number on it.

“Well, we figured out where you lost that key at least. Maybe we can get a refund on the spare.” Spike says, pulling a chair from underneath the round dining room table, sitting between the kitchen and the couch. He sits down heavily in it, leaning his arm on the backrest and looking at me. He pulls out his phone, tapping on the screen. “Now get her out.”

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“With pleasure,” I say, standing up and gesturing to Gimp Girl. “Come on, you had your fun. Time to get out.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, turning her face away from me. Her chin pointed upwards.

Is… Is she pouting?

I shake my head and sigh, running my hand through my hair.

I was really hoping she’d go willingly.

I really don't wanna touch her.

“Look, you had your fun, gave us a bit of a scare, and now the fun’s over. You needa go.” I say with a bit more authority. She looks up at me for a second, then carries on pouting.

I look to Spike for some assistance. He shrugs, then goes back to his phone. Safe to say I’m not getting any help from him.

I mentally prepare myself for what’s coming next.

“Okay, I was hoping you’d take the easy way, but you left me with no choice. You gotta go.” I say, as I grab her arm and lift her to her feet. She struggles against me, the latex suit helping her wriggle out of my grasp. I try holding on as I pull her closer to the door, but she keeps slipping out. I look for anything that could give me a bit more grip, seeing nothing but the ponytail sticking out the top.

Fuck, man. I really don’t wanna do this.

I push her in front of me, her back facing me. I quickly wrap my one arm around her stomach, and grab her ponytail with the other.

The second she feels me pull slightly, she freezes. A soft moan escapes her lips, as she’s frozen in place, waiting for what I’m going to do next.

Fuck, man. I really don’t wanna do this.

“Come on, let’s go.” I say, pushing her towards the door. I unlock it and pull it open, pushing her through first. She takes a sharp breath as she walks through the door, her breath becoming audibly labored.

The fuck? Am I pulling too much? I’m barely even holding the thing!

“Good luck getting her outta reception, Jack. While you’re there, tell the cute receptionist we found the key. Oh, and try figure out how she tracked us. If she can find us, I’m sure the rest of her friends can too.” I hear Spike say behind me. Gimp girl is still standing outside the doorway, I’m still inside the room, my feet not yet crossing the threshold. She starts squirming a bit, obviously uncomfortable, but she’s slightly moaning? What’s up with her?

I walk out the door, pushing her ahead, and realize why she’s becoming so agitated.

The other guests.

Entire families are outside in the corridor, getting an early start to the day so they could see the sights and get a full day in. They’re all staring at us, parents covering their kids eyes at the sight of me pulling the Gimp out of the room. I see a camera flash from somewhere inside the crowd, and Gimp Girl takes another sharp breath.

Oh.

Oh no.

The embarrassment...

She’s into it.

She’s not squirming because she’s uncomfortable…

My face turns bright red, as I hear a kid speak up from the crowd.

“Mommy, why’s that lady in a rubber suit? Why’s that man pulling her hair?”

“Come on, let’s hurry now.” I say to her, pushing her through the crowd forming around us, towards the stairs. We hurry down them, rushing past the very-confused receptionist and an equally large crowd standing in the reception area.

Just how many guests does this damn hotel have?

As we step outside, I see just how she tracked us.

Gimpie.

He’s just… Standing there. His white coat brilliant in the morning sun. He’s standing in the exact same spot we left him, grazing on the grass.

I shake my head, disappointed. Gimpie looks at me, giving me a welcoming snort before going back to grazing. Such a fine, young stallion. Yet so, so stupid.

“Alright, miss. I don’t particularly wanna reunite you with Gimpie here, but I can’t have either of you drawing attention to us.” I say, as a crowd forms around us, their cameras clicking away. “Safe to say that it’s a bit late for that… But it’s time for some damage control, I think.”

I help push her onto Gimpie’s back, standing back once I’m done to admire the scene. Gotta say, I’m gonna remember this for the rest of my life. It’s not every day you see a gimp riding bareback on a white stallion.

Maybe I should ask one of these tourists for a copy of the pictures.

Once I’m done admiring, I give Gimpie a solid slap to the rear. He rears back, letting out a loud neigh, before racing down the street. Gimp Girl grabs onto his mane, holding on for dear life, as they quickly disappear out of sight.

“Well, that’s that.” I say to myself, the crowd of people around me slowly dissipating as the excitement disappears. Some stay behind, though, gawking at me. I turn around and start heading up the steps, back to the hotel.

“Now, let’s see if that receptionist is kind enough to give us a refund…”