Stockholm obverse part 2

As Wayne stood in her gaze, he felt more exposed than he ever had before. Now that he was standing here in front of her, for the first time, she would be looking at him. Really looking at him. No more inconspicuous hiding now that she had seen his face. 

"You look skinnier than when I last saw you Wayne, have you not been taking care of yourself"

Wayne. His own name struck like bell sending his body into frigid numbness and panic. How does she know my name? Not once did he ever mention his name in the hardware store. He never used cards or mentioned his name, and he always paid with cash.

"Don’t look so surprised Wayne, you're not hard to miss" she said almost giggling about it.

"But I'm sure that doesn’t explain how I know our name in the first place huh"

Stunned silent and with his heart so far down his stomach in tangles, he was stuck frantically trying to figure out what to say or do next. Somehow just by saying his name, she shrunk him, and he no longer felt as confident as he was before. Had it not been for the chains he could feel almost taunted by his victim.

"let's never mind that for now, and instead why don’t you make yourself comfortable here next to me"

 Legs frozen in place and a throat as dry as sand, he almost couldn’t move giving him a moment to think. A million frantic questions sped through his mind. What was happening here? was this still his game? His feet inched forward slowly bringing him to the bed where he sat at the very edge awkwardly. Face to face with her and closer than he's ever been, he could see the details of her face clear as day. Her lips a soft pink, a beauty mark on her upper right cheek, those piercing green eyes adorned with naturally thick black lashes. And those silky long black tresses framing the sides of her face casting shadows against high cheekbones. She was beautiful, but now that he could see her this close, she didn't look as delicate as he remembered. Her lips curved at the corners as she spoke to him, her eyes still dead fast on his.

"That’s better, isn't it? " She says taunting.

 Something about her tone and the way she speaks is off putting, like she has some sort of unspoken authority in this situation.

"How do you know my name?" He ask's trying to seem composed.

"You know Wayne I'm a creature of habit, and routine which I'm sure you know given how long you’ve been watching me"

She knew? His mind races thinking back to any possible time he could've given himself away.

 "Speaking of routine, I hoped you liked my nightly shows. I'm not usually a dancer but if I'm going to be watched I might as well make it a good show right"

Sweat began to form on Wayne's brow as he thought of all the nights he watched her sway and dance outside of the hardware store. He thought of the way her hips would sway back and forth. Her hands trailing up from her thighs, and past her breasts till they were above her head reaching gracefully to the stars above. He spent plenty of nights mesmerized by her, the images of her dancing playing over and over in his mind long after she'd gone. Thoughts he relished until this moment. Knowing that she stood there night after night dancing the way she did for him should have made him feel elated, except she was never supposed to know that he was there. That he was watching. Wayne's stomach tightened as the warning bells began to shoot all thru his nerves like lighting running thru his body.

"I'll admit Wayne, it's flattering knowing how much effort you put into all this. Makes me downright giddy. Had u have asked I would have told you ropes are more my thing"

"I know I know, you must have so many questions for me Wayne. How did I know you were watching? When did I figure it out?  And maybe even why am I so steady given my current situation" she said while playfully tugging the chains hanging from her neck. She pulls at the chain with such emphasis making sure the chain was taut between her breast, a slight smirk across her lips as it tightened around her throat. A detail Wayne couldn’t have missed if he tried.

" I-I.." Wayne began to stutter before being cut off.

"Wayne. Honey. Look at me" she spoke locking onto his eyes with such fervor that any sentence that Wanye would have said at that moment fizzled into nothing.

"You smoke don’t you Wayne? Don’t answer that, I know you do" on that the flame from the lighter went out and her hand reached towards her bra. A gesture that made Wayne flinch since he realized just how little he knew about her despite all his watching. His reaction didn’t go unnoticed as she immediately stopped and pulled her hand back slowly putting both of them up in surrender.

"There's no need to be scared of me Wayne, I was just reaching for the joint I have in my bra. But I'll tell you what if you don’t trust me, I'll keep my hands right here where you can see them and you can grab it yourself" she said pushing her chest slightly forward exposing two mounds of soft pale flesh peaking up from a low-cut shirt.

A palpable pause filled the room as Wayne took a moment to process her request. His hearts rhythmic drumming pounded in his ears.

"Don’t worry Wayne, clearly I'm not in a position to retaliate" she said as if reading the thought right from his mind.

Wayne couldn’t help but question everything he thought he knew about her. The once delicate Nevada flower, now revealing some thorns. Still, she was chained at the neck, and her motion was limited. How could he pass up the chance to touch her when she was offering herself up willingly. It's only what he's fantasized about numerous times. Reaching his hand forward hesitantly his fingers began to slip into the front of her shirt. Wayne watched her carefully, ready to pull back at the slightest movement, while his fingers probed deeper.

"Left side cup" she say's guiding him.

Wayne's fingers follow her instruction and make their way towards the left cup, probing deeper. His fingers graze past her nipple which seems already perked and he can feel something else. An object foreign to the warmth and perkiness of her nipple. A tiny hard ball that feels like metal. She's pierced his mind registers. As he continues to graze past the area in search of the hidden joint, he notices a small groan leave his beautiful captive. A low groan accompanied her teasingly biting her lips in response to his touch. Waves of heat flashed through Wayne's body in response. Heat that traveled from his throat to his gut and right down between his legs. Although Wayne ignored his impulsive thoughts that beckon him to fondle her further as he continued his search for the joint, the feel of her skin against his fingers easily aroused him.

Finaly freeing it from the far-left corner of her bra she hands Wayne the lighter, the other hand still up in the air in submission.

"Why don't you go ahead and light it for me darling" her voice a seductive invitation.

Wayne put the joint to his lips and took note of the fact that it felt warm. His mind couldn’t help but mull over the fact that the warmth was from being tucked away against her breast. His senses got the better of him as he noticed the subtle sweet scent of her skin mixed into the smell of weed adding to his arousal. He did as he was told and lit the joint taking a long deep pull, and then another greedily and exhaling the smoke in her direction. Her eyes stayed fixed on him as she tilted her head to the side, a wide grin parting her lips at the ends. A harlequin's smile. Wayne could feel his blood quicken rushing to his head, a fogginess taking over the part of his brain that created thought and it was then that darkness began to take over Waynes's vision. His words slurred refusing to make sense as he tried to speak, and before he could grasp what had just happen, darkness.