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
slured 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. "I know you
didn't think a woman as beautiful as my
wife would be interested in someone like
you" said a tall figure as he emerged out
of the darkness behind the shackled man.
with fear in his eyes the shackled man
asked who they were. "My name is Linda
Locklear
and this is my husband Rusty Locklear".
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red
Seven aka The Brown Philosopher aka
The Green Poet
Copyright © Keith Baucum | Year Posted 2014
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