Stripper Tied

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Simone stepped into the dimly lit room, the cool air a welcome respite from the sweltering heat outside. She had agreed to meet John at his house for some extra pole dancing practice, seeing it as a great opportunity to hone her skills outside of work at the club.

The room was bare except for a tall, sturdy pole anchored in the center. John stood beside it, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Welcome Simone. I'm glad you could make it."

"Thanks for setting this up," Simone replied with a smile. "I really appreciate the extra practice time."

"Oh, I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun together," John said, his voice dripping with innuendo.

A shiver ran down Simone's spine but she brushed it off, focusing on the pole. She approached it and ran her hands along the cool metal, testing her grip. With a flex of her muscles, she swung herself up and around, working through some familiar spins and poses.

"Wow, you're incredible," John breathed, watching her every move with rapt attention. "So graceful and flexible."

Simone flashed him a wink as she landed gracefully on the floor. "Thank you. I've put in a lot of hard work and practice."

"Well, maybe I can help with that practice," John said, moving closer. Too close. In one swift motion, he grabbed Simone's arms behind her back. She let out a startled yelp, struggling against his surprisingly strong grip.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

John just laughed darkly. "Oh Simone, you naive little thing. Did you really think I invited you here just for pole dancing?"

He produced a length of rope and deftly bound her wrists together, looping the rope around the pole and securing her in place. Simone's eyes widened in sudden fear, all earlier bravado evaporating.

"Let me go, you psycho!" she cried, thrashing against the ropes. But John just smirked and shoved a ballgag in her mouth, muffling her shouts.

"Now, now, no need for all that fuss," he cooed mockingly. "We're going to have a much more fun time, just you and me..."

He reached out to trace a finger down Simone's cheek and she flinched away, heart pounding. Dear God, what had she gotten herself into? Bound and gagged, she was completely at the mercy of this maniac. And she had no idea what depraved plans he had in store for her helpless, vulnerable body.