When you're on the run, you have to run until you're in a position to turn around and fire back at your pursuers. That's it. You have to seize the day once you're able and then surprise them with strength—KA-CHOW! Yeah! I turned a restaurant into a hideout to save my hide.
When the infernal private eye Sarah Johnson kept chasing me, I knew I had no choice but to take her out. All the way out. Thankfully, I had the perfect weapon at my disposal—my lovely twin sister. Yeah, so I despitefully used her to my own advantage, but survival requires we make a small sacrifice at times. Oh, no! She didn't want to help, nor did I ask her to help me. I dug a hole with a trapdoor for her and pushed her onto the trapdoor so she fell into the hole. UGH! It's just a metaphor! What was I telling you? Right. How I got that snooping PI out of the way.
Hailey always was a goody-two-shoes, but we got along like good sisters. Never had we been on non-speaking terms. My criminal activities were unknown to my twin, but that girl was just who I needed to get out of this situation. The PI had no legal grounds to touch me, but she stalked me to every corner of town. She had plenty of pictures of me, I was certain, but never did one photo show me committing a crime. Paper exchanges. Discussions. No tangible crimes though.
"Hailey, my twin, sit down," I motioned to a chair in an office, "Want a soda?"
"Oh, sure!" she took the bait like a fool, "Thank you," and eagerly drank from the can.
"Enjoy your nap, you fool," my sinister smile told her everything, "Lovely stuff in that can!"
"Wait, what?! You," her voice became woozy, "Druggedth… meeee…"
Now, let me tell you about us twins! We have the most beautiful blonde-brown hair that you can find anywhere, and our green eyes make us stand out in any crowd. We're average height and are very athletic. That made her perfect to use as my bait for my crime. As soon as she collapsed in a heap, it was time for me to go to work. First step: using Hailey's phone to make a phone call to that snooping PI Sarah Johnson. Oh, yeah, I could already taste victory.
"Hello, Miss Johnson? This is Hailey Edwards. I caught my sister Bailey doing something bad. I think you need to come out. I know you've been asking me to help. Well, I got her."
We didn't dress the same although we dressed alike. Hailey, the do-gooder, always was wearing a bandana just like me, but she always wore a Western paisley one while I wore classic paisley. I made sure I traced her movements before she left home this morning, and I planned my outfit to be an easy swap with hers. It was necessary! She wore blue jeans— so did I! She wore a bright pink t-shirt—so did I! She had a black bandana headband. Guess what? Me too! She had black canvas sneakers and pink socks, and I had mine. Western vs. Classic.
Of course, I dressed differently to come here and then planned to leave looking more like Hailey Edwards than Bailey Edwards. That wouldn't have looked too good to have a red bandana and a leather miniskirt with heeled boots. This was so much better to give the goody-two-shoes a very rude surprise when she woke up. I had to move smoothly and without interruption because she'd be waking up in short order because that wasn't the most powerful drug I could have used.
That's when I took out my hidden supply of rope and gave my sweet, innocent, baby sister what she deserved with the long white cords, boxtying her arms behind her back with a harness and a good, tight, double crotch rope that went both under and over her jeans. Mean? Yeah! Like she totally deserved it! Because she's such a pain in my tail, I made sure the ropes wrapped into and around the chair, cinched in the gaps between the spindles, and so forth. I strung her up knowing very well what I was doing to her. This detective had no idea what was coming to her. B-tch!
My emotions got the best of me because I tied my twin's thighs and legs together three times for each portion. Her escaping too early would be the worst thing that could happen to me. Oh, and for her, I brought a special head harness with a 2 inch red ball gag. Yeah! Once those straps got tightened, I shook her a little to help her wake up knowing the private investigator would be on her way to hades any moment. Oh, this detective was doomed. I dragged the chair to which my sister was now completely fused out into the all stainless steel kitchen.
"GUUHHHHH! Ailey! Wuh ahe ooh hooin hoo ee?!" Hailey was questioning me minutes later.
"See that woman out there?" I pointed to the arriving Sarah, "Your socks are going to gag her."
"NOOO!" she looked at me and—MUA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA—drooled everywhere because of that ball gag, "Unhie ee! Ailey, leathe unhie ee!"
Private Investigator Sarah Johnson looked more like the Sunday school teacher over at the yokel hayseed church than a sleuth. Seriously. What kind of sleuth wears pastel colors? Clearly, a loser who was about to meet a well-deserved end. A lavender bandana headband was just plain pathetic. Matching pumps? Lamewad attempt at looking innocent. The yellow miniskirt is just what I wanted to be able to teach her a lesson. Fool was wearing her pastel pink ankle socks, which meant I had extra material to stuff in her mouth! Of course, that tank top did not fool anyone even if it was pink like her socks. She looked like a hayseed. The long strands of straight brown hair, olive skin, and blue eyes indicated she was some sort of mutt.
"Miss Hailey Edwards?" she asked me nervously, sounding like a hayseed convention-goer too.
"Yes, Miss Johnson. Look, I have Bailey all tied up just for you!" I answered with a wicked grin.
"Ummmmm, that's nice and all, but I'm still trying to dig up evidence," she answered me with an increasing sense of distrust in this unusual situation, "What is going on here?"
"Thee'th hy ehil hwin! Ohn hruth her! Thee'th Ailey Ehwurth, nah ee!" Hailey garbled at Sarah.
"Remove that girl's gag," the PI now demanded and clenched her briefcase, "Who's who here?"
"Well, Sarah, she's right," I devilishly smiled, "I'm Bailey Edwards! MWAAH HAA HAAAA!"
"Let go of me, you cad!" she couldn't stop me and my black duct tape!
BAAAHHHHHH! HA HA HAAAAAAA! That detective got what she deserved with my trusty roll of tape wrapping a nice tight binding in and around her crossed wrists and then wrapping her torso from her waist up to her shoulders. I even fully wrapped her boobs down under the tape to encase her entire torso. Legs? Wrapped right against the skin! Thighs! Wrapped nice and tight on her skin to encase her all the way up to her waist. This detective was totally doomed.
"Let us go, you crazy beast!" the detective demanded while lying prone on the counter next to the big, stainless steel, totally ominous restaurant sink, "What kind of madness is this?!"
"The kind of madness," I grinned while taking Hailey's socks off her feet, "I call self-defense."
"Et uth ho!" Hailey just drooooooled like an absolutely pathetic mess.
"Now, as for you," I approached Sarah and removed her pumps and her socks, "Open wide!"
"No way," she said and clamped her lips shut to resist my continued assault on her dignity.
"We're going to do this my way!" I demanded and gave her a hard spank on the rear.
"OW! GMMMMMM!" into her mouth went all four of those yummy, sweaty socks.
Then I wrapped her face up securely and tightly using more of my trusty black duct tape, layering and covering her face. After folding Sarah's legs, more tape wrapped them like this so that she was effectively hogtied. The PI fought me, but I had no trouble placing her down in that nice, deep kitchen sink. Oh, yeah, I totally eliminated this b-tch. Like, it was so much easier than I had hoped. Plan B never needed to be considered.
"GMMMMMM!" she yelled at me, but the socks totally shut her up and wrecked her taste buds.
"Nice knowing you, Miss Johnson," I turned on the sink to full blast and grabbed her briefcase.
"Ailey, no!" my twin watched the scene with horror while drooling, "Unhie ee! Hleathe!"
"Sorry, sis, but you were just my bait. Nothing personal," I shrugged and waved goodbye to her.
That's how I left my twin to drool like an idiot until the police found her and a submerged private eye… Nothing like deep-sixing a totally annoying, persistent sleuth!
The Restaurant: The Twin
Duration of Film: Approximately 46 minutes
Saturday, September 26, 2020
| Featuring | Model Name | As |
|---|---|---|
| Leah Ralston | Bailey Edwards | Criminal |
| Liz Ralston | Hailey Edwards | The Twin |
| Hannah Jones | Sarah Johnson | The PI |
| Taylor Zawislak | Julia Pulaski | Safety |
| Felice Pryce | Roxanne Rutledge | Camera |
| Nichole Petersen | Paulina Oliveira | Camera |
"GMMMMMM!" Hannah looked at me, but she was enjoying her dirty sock gag.
"I think the best thing for that one," a camera girl said to me, "is to move her out of here."
"So she can suck on those socks longer?" I laughed at the well-timed jab, "Definitely!"
"Unhie ee!" Liz, my sexy twin in the inferior bandana, dribbled more drool on her shirt.
"All right, sis," but first, she needed a good noogie to remind her of who's in charge here!
These Bondagettes—you can't help but love them all!
THE END