The Locklears Chapter One

"Wakey, wakey, sleepy head" the woman's voice was cheerful and playful as she threw a glass of cold water in the unconscious man's face. "Wha, wha, what Happened? Did I fall asleep?" As the man opened his eyes he tried to move but couldn't. Looking around he realized he was in an upright position eagle spread. Each wrist and ankle was shackled, locked, and chained. "I'm not into locks and chains. I'm the one paying for sex you have to do what I want." The man's words were slurred as he looked at the woman. "Poor, poor, little man I'm not a prostitute. I just pose as one on the internet and in the streets. That's how I get pigs like you" said the woman with an evil grin. Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet aka The Brown Philosopher aka Red Seven