With a soft chuckle, he followed the girl inside, glancing around with interest as he noted the state of disarray, but the surprising lack of dust, at least on the floor. The place was empty at the moment though, and suitable for their purposes. The girl seemed to approve, as she immediately started taking things out of her bag in preparation.
Vodka and salt. Kenny hid his distaste--he'd never liked vodka. He'd gotten pretty good at keeping a straight face though, when downing drinks he didn't like. He wasn't even sure if they were still going to stick with the original plan of body shots--using vodka, in the absence of tequila--or if they were skipping over that part and just having sex.
Well, the girl seemed to have some sort of plan, as she looked straight at him and pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a rope. Did she just keep those in her bag at all times? She was certainly a strange one. He raised his eyebrows slightly, but took it in stride. If he had such resources readily available to him, he may as well use them.
And then she was stepping toward him, taking him by the collar, her warm breath tickling his lips as they stared at each other. A second later, her mouth was on his. He deepened the kiss, smiling slightly and pulling her closer before walking forward and leading her across the room. He pushed her roughly against the wall, and his hands slid down to her thighs as he wondered what her limits were.
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