Abi's eyes slid shut at the lips on her neck, the rest of the world and her story falling away. She had always loved his attention and embellished her stories so that he could give her even more of it. She opened her eyes and tried to remember where she had left off.
"He wanted me to dance for him, like I said," she repeated, squirming in her chair, "But he wanted me to tie him down. Normally in the back room, there'd be this unspoken allowance of touching if the girl was game and most were. He actively wanted me to tie his hands to his chair while I danced so he couldn't touch me."