Policy of TrustPart 2Shen had lost track of time. Bound upri..
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Part 2
Shen had lost track of time. Bound upright, blindfolded with his own tie, his white executive shirt clung to his sweat-soaked skin. Silence pressed in, until the door creaked.
Two sets of footsteps.
“Well,” a voice said, “looks like he stayed.”
“Not bad for a rookie,” came the amused reply.
A hand slid over his shoulder, fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt, one by one. Cool air hit his damp chest.
“You look better like this,” one teased. “Very… insurable.”
Shen whimpered behind the gag as warm, sticky liquid suddenly dripped onto him. It oozed over his chest and collarbone, sweet-scented and thick. More followed, over his shoulder, down his abs, soaking his shirt until it turned translucent.
“This shirt’s a write-off,” someone said. “Might need to file a claim.”
Shen squirmed as more of the goo splattered across his body. The scent, vanilla and musk.
“Whipped coconut oil,” one whispered. “Good for your skin.”
A second tie was added, raising his bound wrists above his head. Shirt soaked, blindfold tight, Shen was completely exposed, helpless.
“This is what trust looks like,” came the soft voice in his ear.
“And good clients always get follow up service.”
Shen shivered.
Whatever policy he’d signed up for, he was only beginning to understand the terms.
