Malcolm smiled at Zelda. "Hello, cutie. In case you don't remember, this is my sister, Josie."

Unable to say anything because of the gag in her mouth, Zelda looked at the girl. Yes, she did remember Josie. A tall thin brunette with dark eyes. Josie was attractive but mean-looking. She had small tits and long legs. She wore a tank top and jeans, her long legs crossed as she calmly puffed a cigarette.

Zelda was afraid. The fact that they had her hands tied and her mouth gagged was definitely not a good sign. She didn't like the way Josie looked at her. Like a panther sizing up its prey. Zelda cursed herself for having chosen Malcolm at that bar. There were a dozen others available and she had to pick him.

Josie suddenly crushed her cigarette out in the ashtray at her elbow. She hadn't said a word yet. She rose from the chair and came to sit down on the edge of the bed near Zelda. Now Josie spoke for the first time, her voice flat and without emotion.

"You do remember me, don't you? You gave me a real hard time. I wanted that job, but all I got from you was a hard time."

Zelda cringed as Josie's hand moved across her shoulder and down to fondle one of her tits. Josie bounced Zelda's tit back and forth, her eyes watching Zelda's face. Then Josie fingered her nipple, pulling at it and smiling when Zelda winced.

"You don't like it? No, I guess you don't. But it doesn't make any difference, does it? I mean you can't do anything and I can do anything I want to you." Josie snickered. "Or make you do to me. Like sucking my cunt. Do you dig that? I love it. That's how I like to get off. Some foxy bitch laying some tongue in there. We'll see how foxy you are. You better be foxy or maybe I'll slice you up and throw the pieces away."