GrinderTX

Andrea’s long shapely legs and firm round ass drew plenty of looks even when she wore ordinary clothing. Today, though, squeezed into a tight rubber corset, she left a steady trail of gawkers behind her. The smoothly tapered layers of her wrist and ankle cuffs looked more like fashion than function, despite the straps locked under her stilt-heeled boots. Around her neck, the matching collar fit snugly, with rings low at front and back, and higher on the sides. Reveling inwardly at the occasional whistles and catcalls, she strutted her stuff along the row of Georgetown brownstones. The short walk from the train pinked her cheeks, and the crisp fall air tightened her nipples under the sheer red spandex top, as she paused at the end of the block. After a quick glance in her compact-mirror to check her make-up, she mounted the broad granite steps. Taking a deep breath, she lifted the knocker’s massive bronze ring, and delivered three steady strokes. As the echoes faded along the sunny street and empty hallways behind the door, she reviewed her memorized instructions one last time. With a muted click, the door swung slowly open, and from down the wide corridor a cheerful voice bellowed. “Pizza guy! Cash on the kitchen counter, second door on your left, keep the change and thank you! Gold Star Catering! Set up on the foyer tables. Marissa! Get your cute butt in here, double time! Anybody else, go away!” Andrea grinned to herself, closed the door gently, and tiptoed down the hall as quietly as her boots allowed. Stopping to peek into the third door, she found the studio more festively cluttered than usual. Red carpet marked out a rough labyrinth between the projects, but with random heaps of scrap material and occasional hand-tools as decoration. “Marissa?” came a jovial question from beneath a large steel framework. ...