Temporarily Permanent

Authors note: This is a semi-direct follow up to my story Fast Hands.

"Well, It's official," announced Lindsey, disconnecting her cell. "My parents are in The Keys. Their cruise starts tomorrow. I am on my own for almost a month."

"Not quite," smirked Beth, taking another pass across the driveway with the snow shovel..

"Yes, they did say to thank you again for staying here," returned Lindsey. "And keeping me company."

"Little do they know," snorted Beth. "They might not be thanking me if they knew what we'd be getting up to."

"Impossible to say," said Lindsey with an eye roll. "Dad was just happy there was a 'responsible adult' to keep an eye on me."

"Game recognizes game," replied Beth. "Now grab your shovel and let's get this done before it starts up again."

"Mn," Lindsey groaned. "Why are we doing this now if we're just going to have to do it again tomorrow?"

"Forecast says it will be pretty deep tomorrow." Beth stopped for a moment to lean on her shovel. "I'll probably just get the blower out and zip over it. With a nice clean driveway underneath."

"We could be inside where it's warm," countered Lindsey. "Stripping each other naked."

"We have most of a month for that," grinned Beth. "Come on. This is your driveway, and anticipation is a powerful aphrodisiac. Besides, you look so cute in your snow pants."

"Ugh," grumbled Lindsey. "Sweet talker." She recovered her shovel from where she'd stuck it in the snow when her parents called. "So, what's your schedule look like next week?"

"Couple of classes, couple of shifts," said Beth. "A few intern rounds. All during the day. Evenings? I'll probably be the prisoner of a blonde nymphomaniac."

"Fuckin' A you will," giggled Lindsey.

"Right?" grinned Beth. "So we get this done now. While I can still, you know, move."

"Fiiiinne," sighed Lindsey, finally taking a pass with her shovel.

The work went fast. There was only perhaps an inch or so of snow on the pavement, though Beth insisted on chipping away at the crustier stuff along the edges. It was fully dark, and the first few flakes of the coming storm were starting to drift down from the sky.

"That good enough?" questioned Lindsey. "For all the ten minutes it will last?"

"Beautiful," replied Beth. "And just think how nice it will look tomorrow after I blow it. We'll be the envy of the block."

"My dad will be so proud," deadpanned Lindsey. "Can we go in now? My toes are good, but my fingers are getting numb."

"If you'd have shoveled more, you'd have stayed--" Beth was interrupted by her own cell bursting to life in her coat pocket. She fished it out and glanced at the screen. "Sandy. Thought she had a date tonight," commented Beth. "Must... not have gone well."

"I don't think she had high hopes," agreed Lindsey.

"Mn," Beth grunted as she raised the phone to her ear. "Hey, Sand. How was your..." She paused, listening to the voice on the other end. "Oh, shit. I'm sorry. Sounds like a winner. Maybe it's just as well that..." Beth's brow furrowed as she listened. "Fucking asshole! Where are you? I--" she raised her eyes to Lindsey's "We will be there as soon as we can." Her face clenched again. "All the way out there, huh? No. No, it's not gonna be a problem. See you soon." She clicked off the call with a huff.

"What's up?" Lindsey cocked her head in concern.

"Mn..." Beth let out a growl. "Sandy's date ditched her. A dick thing to do anyway, but worse with a snowstorm coming. She asked if we could get her. Bring her back to town."

"Oh. Yeah," Lindsey agreed immediately. "But back to town? Where is she?"

"They went to The Crow's Nest."

"That's, like, almost in the next county," grumbled Lindsey. "And, fucking hell, he just left her there?"

"Yeah," sighed Beth. "It wouldn't be a thing, but who knows how the roads will be in twenty minutes." She paused. "What'd your Dad say about us using his truck? The four-wheel drive will be nice."

Lindsey snorted and scowled. "He says it's fine. As long as you drive." She locked eyes with her girlfriend who was fighting to keep a grin off her face. "He says I'm... too squirrely."

Beth lost her fight with the giggles. "No comment," she replied. "Either way, we better get going. Before the snow really gets started."

"Yeah," sighed Lindsey. She passed Beth her shovel. "I'll go grab the keys. Put these away and open up the garage. Be back in a minute."

"You can stay here if you want," Beth called after her retreating form. "Might be a little safer."

"Pfft, whatever," Lindsey scoffed without looking back. "I got my snow pants on."

*

"Well, that was an adventure," commented Lindsey as she entered the passage door from her garage. It was about an hour and a half after receiving the rescue request, and they were finally back at Lindsey's house.

"We did fine," put in Beth. "It was probably just as well we were out. We saw that car go off the road. It was a good thing we were there."

"I'm really sorry, guys," Sandy stepped in last and shut the door. Her apparel was starkly different from her companions. As opposed to Beth and Lindey's outdoor winter clothes, Sandy had been dressed for a date. She wore a knee-length dress, moderately heeled shoes, and a stylish but entirely inadequate jacket. Her long hair was swept up in a semi-complicated knot. She wasn't cold, having been ensconced in the warm truck for the last hour, but she wasn't dressed for the weather.

Lindsey spun and wrapped her arms around her friend. "We told you. Don't apologize," she chided. "It wasn't your fault. It was a shitty situation and calling your friends with the big four-wheel drive was the smart move."

Sandy let out a breath. "Yeah, you're right. But, really. Thanks, you guys. I thought I was in trouble when that dickhead took off." She plucked at the hem of her dress. "Probably could have dressed for the weather a little better."

"You didn't think you'd be adventuring," countered Beth. "You dressed to look good." She was obvious about letting her eyes drift upwards from Sandy's shoes. "And you nailed it."

"Ah," Sandy's cheeks colored slightly at the compliment. "Thank you."

"But are you sure you're good to stay here tonight?" Beth pressed. She hadn't yet started shedding her outerwear. "I can run you home if you..."

"I'm sure," replied Sandy with a weak grin. "Roads are shitty. I don't want to go back out there, and I want you out there even less. I don't know if my mom's home, but either way... If she is, I don't want to have to explain this to her. And if she isn't, well... I'd really... like... the company."

"Mn. Gotcha," Beth finally started undoing her coat. "Well, give us a minute to get out of our winter stuff, then maybe Linds can find you some sweats or something. Warmer than that slinky dress."

"It's not... slinky," Sandy cracked a grin. "Is it? If it were slinky, that fuckhead wouldn't have ditched me."

"Slinkier than snow pants and a parka," giggled Lindsey. "'Til Beth gets her winter stuff off, you are the hottest thing in the room."

Sandy snorted. "Okay, I'll take it." She stepped on her heels, prying her shoes from her feet. "Sweats would be great."

"And I'll put in a pizza or something," added Lindsey. "We can put on a movie for a while."

"Ugh, that sounds great," said Beth. "I'm just now realizing how hungry I am."

Sandy just stood back and listened for a moment. Her night had gone to Hell, but she was now safe. And soon to be warm and comfortable. She felt a little guilty dragging her friends into this. She was sure they had plans for the evening. A small, selfish part of her almost hoped to be dragged into one of Lindsey's restrictive games, just for a distraction, but she wasn't sure she was up for it yet. Well, time would tell. At the very least she was trapped in the house for the night.

*

"Eh, the ending was weak," remarked Beth, as the credits rolled.

"Yeah, kinda," agreed Sandy. "I mean, cool that they left it a little open, but I think this story would have benefited from a clear ending."

"You guys are reading too much into it," said Lindsey. "After all that spectacle, any end would be anticlimactic. They just did their best."

"True enough, I suppose." Beth extended her legs and stretched her arms above her head. "So what now?"

"I'm going to bed," answered Lindsey. "And so are you. Sandy, we're staying in the master bedroom, so my room's open if you want it. You can also stay with us, if you want. But fair warning: me and Beth are gonna fuck so..."

"Oh, we are?" smirked Beth.

"Yes, we are," grinned Lindsy, flicking her eyes to Beth. "So you can watch. Participate. I mean, it wouldn't be the first time."

"Ah," Sandy's cheeks colored. "Well, I won't lie and say I'm not... tempted. I would very much appreciate the company. And, um, entertainment. Not sure if I want to wake up with, like, my hands glued to my ass or something. I suppose I owe you guys though..."

"You don't owe us anything," said Beth sternly. "You're our friend and we were happy to help. You don't want to be tied up or anything tonight, which is understandable, you don't have to be."

"That's right," agreed Lindsey. "*We--" She moved her finger back and forth between her and Beth, "are going to play, but you are under no obligation to take part. Although..." She put a finger to her chin. "If you wanted to, I'd let you lock *me up..."

"Oh?" Sandy raised an eyebrow.

"Under the condition that you also lock her up too," continued Lindsey, nodding to Beth. "And, you know, keep us 'entertained'."

"Oh?" smirked Beth with a bemused expression. "I'm not opposed, I guess. I will need to be free by morning to clean the driveway."

"That, uh, sounds like a lot of work," Sandy stammered. "Keeping both of you entertained, that is. It also sounds too good to pass up. Yeah, I'll join you two. Tie you up and do my best to keep you happy. Probably going to keep my-- uh, your clothes on though." Sandy gestured to the sweats she'd borrowed from Lindsey.

"Rough start," giggled Lindsey. "But your prerogative. We'll be chained up after all. What are we going to do? Talk you out of them?"

*

Sandy sighed as she checked under the bed. Her panties weren't there either. They were the only thing of hers that she'd worn to bed. The rest of her own clothes were hung up in the entryway. The sweats she'd borrowed were visible on the floor, but her underwear remained missing. They couldn't be far. She'd had them on when she came in here after all.

She doubted Beth had taken them. The redhead was out cleaning the drive. Sandy could hear the blower still running. Lindsey was a much more likely culprit, but Sandy had a clear view of the blonde's still-bound hands as she left the room and she didn't have them.

Her own fault really. The pair hadn't exactly 'talked' Sandy out of her clothes, but they had successfully convinced her to remove them. And she did not regret it. Barring the unfortunate date, it had turned into a largely pleasant night.

There was a flush from down the hall that heralded Lindsey's return. She entered the bedroom, entirely nude except for a few well-placed restraints, walking up to Sandy and giving her a peck on the cheek. "Hey, can you let me out of these things?" She turned her back, displaying the two leather cuffs padlocked onto her wrists. Additionally, they were connected by one shackle of a pair of handcuffs. She had a similar unconnected set locked on her ankles. "I want to rinse off before breakfast."

"Oh, uh, yeah." Sandy glanced around the room. The keys were more apparent than her underwear. But she'd already used them to release Beth this morning. She lifted the ring off the nightstand and moved to unlock the cuff joining Lindsey's wrists.

"So..." Lindsey glanced over her shoulder as she was freed. "Want to join me?"

Sandy grinned at her friend's offer. "I do need a shower," admitted Sandy. The handcuffs came loose and were tossed on the bed, but she held Lindsey's right wrist to start on the padlock. "But did Beth leave you a permission slip?" The padlock clicked and rather than letting Lindsey remove it herself, Sandy started unbuckling the cuff. "Be hard to keep your hands to yourself with both of us in the shower."

"Mn, true," sighed Lindsey, glancing up and down Sandy's bare body. "And no she didn't." She allowed Sandy to work, offering her other hand when the right was free. "Guess I'm on my own then."

"Probably for the best," Finishing the wrists, Sandy crouched to start on the ankles. "Hey, have you seen my panties?"

"Only for a second last night," smirked Lindsey. "While you were changing. Black and meshy if I recall."

"Mn," grumbled Sandy. "They've gotta be around here somewhere, but I can't find them."

"Maybe Beth took them," offered Lindsey. Then she sighed at Sandy's raised eyebrow. "No, you're right. She might take mine, but not yours." Then she added with a grin, "Just as well. No sense in you getting dressed if you're going to shower after me, right?"

"I suppose not," agreed Sandy, removing the last cuff from Lindsey. "There you go. Free as a bird. Have a nice shower."

"Won't be long," Lindsey turned and practically skipped, fully naked, from the room.

Sandy couldn't help but grin at the enthusiasm. She took a moment to collect the various toys and drop them in the plastic tote Lindsey stored them in, before stretching out on the bed to wait her turn.

*

Sandy had briefly considered donning her borrowed sweatshirt for breakfast, but decided against it. Her underwear was still M. I. A., and it felt like it might be weird wearing someone else's pants commando. So she'd only be half dressed anyway. Plus, the only thing the other two were wearing was an apron Lindsey put on to cook eggs. When in Rome...

"Driveway cleaned up nice," Beth was saying as she sipped her orange juice. "Except for the packed-down tracks where we pulled in last night. I scraped 'em, but they're still there."

"I'll take a picture and send it to Dad," teased Lindsey. "So he knows the neighborhood misses him."

"So what's your plan, Sandy?" Beth asked. "We were just going to hang out here today. You're welcome to stay. But if you get sick of us, the roads look clear. I can run you home whenever."

Sandy's eyes flicked to Beth, who hadn't redressed after rinsing in the shower herself. "No plans," replied Sandy. "I'll just hang out here for a while, if you guys don't mind."

Beth tilted to the side with a grin so the table blocked less of Sandy's nude body. "Don't mind at all," replied Beth. "Probably going to be a lazy, boring day. We got no plans either."

"Well, no *solid plans," added Lindsey. "I know what I *want to do today."

"You want to do that every day," observed Beth.

"Only because it's a novelty," returned Lindsey. "We get a place of our own... No, I'll probably still want to do it all the time."

Sandy snorted. "Good to know some things never change."

Lindsey shot her a grin. " Right? Hey, I know! Since Sandy's here, we could try that game I was telling you about."

"Which one is that again?" Beth asked. "She comes up with so many, sometimes I want to call her Parker Bros.."

Sandy grinned back. She believed it too.

"The one I designed that label for," replied Lindsey with an eye roll.

"Oh, that one," said Beth. "Oh. That one..." She repeated, with a more pensive tone. "Well, I suppose. We have all day." She grinned slyly at Lindsey. "And tomorrow too. Technically I suppose, we have until you have to be at work, Monday morning."

"Technically," Lindsey smirked back. "Even I might get tired of fooling around by then."

"What's the game?" asked Sandy. "And what label?"

"Just something I made up in a graphic designer," Lindsey slid a plate of scrambled eggs onto the table. "I can print it on some sticker paper, and put it on one of the bottles of bondage glue."

"To what end?" asked Sandy, scooping some of the eggs onto her plate.

"For the game," replied Lindsey, shedding her apron. "The label says 'Acme Iron Glue', like the old cartoon. The idea is, we set a duration or solid end point and the labeled bottle is 'permanent' until then. Once you're stuck, you're stuck until the game is over."

"I see," said Sandy, having flashbacks to previous adventures. "But why would anyone use the permanent bottle?"

"Well, there would have to be a little roleplay involved," said Lindsey. "Like 'Oops, wrong bottle!', or 'Oops, I tried fixing a thing and it got all over my fingers!'"

"Or 'Oops, the roadrunner tricked me!'" grinned Beth.

"Yes, like that," Lindsey rolled her eyes, though she was grinning as well. "Point is, we get locked in a position and have to deal with it 'til time runs out. We will have the solvent in case of emergency, but barring that, there's no getting out."

"I see," replied Sandy. "Adds a little stakes, I guess. What duration are you thinking?"

"I think she was thinking, like, an all-day thing," replied Beth. "Eight to ten hours?"

"She was." agreed Lindsey. "I even have a scenario. Beth is going to fix something for me. We find an old bottle of Iron Glue. She's a klutz so..."

"Oh, she is?" Beth rolled her eyes.

"So she gets some on her fingers," Lindsey went on. "When she finishes, we're naked and I'm irresistible so she touches me..."

"Okay, now that I can buy," smirked Beth.

"And we instantly bond," said Lindsey. "This is iron glue. Industrial. Super strong. No remover. So we have no idea how to get unstuck. So I pick up the bottle to look for a phone number or something and it must be leaking. I get glue all over my hands."

"I thought I was a klutz," remarked Beth.

"Which makes our situation worse," Lindsey went on. "We're naked, right? And I can't not touch her."

"I buy that too," said Beth. "So we're tied in a knot. What about Sandy?"

"She can do what she wants," returned Lindsey. "We've already established that the bottle leaks. If she wants to... get involved, all she has to do is pick it up and 'sticky fingers'. If she doesn't, she can help take care of us while we try (and fail) to get free. You ask me, I'd have her stick herself just enough to where she can't get her clothes back on, but I'm not greedy."

"Yes you are," chuckled Beth. "We do this and 'sticky fingers' or not, Sandy's trapped here until the game is over. We're not driving her home stuck together. You good with that, Sandy?"

"Oh. Yeah," replied Sandy. " Like I said, I got no plans for today. Hanging out here would be great. Especially with you two messing around."

"Great!" Lindsey shed her apron and hung it on a peg. "Let me eat and I'll get that label printing. And find something for Beth to 'fix'."

*

"I like it," opined Sandy. "The aesthetic is simple and clean. The font choice was good too." She spoke about the black and white label pressed to a familiar bottle of 'Adult Adhesive'. There was a similar corresponding label on the reverse side with nonsense 'safety' information. It was a fair representation of standard packaging.

"I know, right?" replied Lindsey. "I spent a little time on the warnings. Did a *little research."

"Looks good," agreed Sandy. "I especially like the 'Bonds skin instantly' and 'In case of accidental skin contact: First, don't panic."

"It is a nice touch," said Beth. "So what am I fixing then? To start this mess off."

"I got something," replied Lindsey. "First, how long do we want to do this for? And what position do we want to start with?"

"And finish with," added Beth. "This stuff *is 'permanent'. I've been thinking about what I'm going to do first. I have a plan. After that, it's up to you what you do."

I have ideas too," smirked Lindsey. "Sandy can decide once we get started, what she wants to do."

"She's still going over her options," agreed Sandy.

"Fair enough," said Lindsey. "As for duration... It's before lunch. We got all day." She picked up her phone, flipping through a few screens and tapping some buttons. "I say we go all out." She laid it flat on the table to reveal an unstarted ten-hour timer.

"Good enough for me," agreed Beth. "I got a little nervous when you said all out. I almost *was expecting Monday morning."

"We have a month," grinned Lindsey. "But this is an experiment. And we should probably return Sandy before Monday. I think she has to work too."

"She does," sighed Sandy. "Ten o'clock Monday morning."

"All right," said Beth. "What about food? Good chance at least two of us aren't going to be much use in the kitchen. And delivery might be harrowing."

Lindsey's cheeks turned a little pink at the thought. "Uh, true. We might have Sandy for that, but if it turns out we don't, there's plenty of microwave stuff to get us through the weekend. We should be fine as long as we keep at least one hand free."

"Okay," said Beth. "I'm going to take a lap. Get out some blankets and stuff. So they will be more convenient later. I imagine TV will be a popular option when we can move less good." She slid out of her chair and headed for the passage to the living area.

Lindsey watched her go until her girlfriend's bare behind disappeared around the corner. "How you doing, Sand?" she asked, returning her gaze to her friend. She made eye contact, her sightline indicating actual interest in the answer.

"I..." Sandy blinked at the question. "I'm doing good. I was pretty freaked out last night. But you guys rescued me. And 'distracted' me. I'm feeling pretty good." Her lips quirked up into a grin. "Good enough I haven't put my clothes back on yet."

Lindsey returned the grin. "Good. I know I'm a little excited, having the time and place to do this. And it'd be great if you wanted to play along, but I'll understand if you're not up for it."

Sandy smirked. "True, I *am kind of your prisoner right now, but I don't feel like it. I had a good time last night, and we've done way crazier stuff than this. I'm good. We'll see how much I play along but I'm good."

"All right. I just wanted to double-check," said Lindsey. "I have been known to get carried away on occasion. Beth is usually a check on my power and all, but I'm working so she doesn't have to be."

"I'm sure she appreciates that," Sandy laughed.

"You guys were making fun of me, weren't you?" Beth commented. "Hot naked woman doing a security and blanket sweep. I get it. So we should be good to go. So what am I fixing now, that will end up with me permanently attached to Lindsey?"

"Permanently 'physically' attached," Lindsey corrected. "You're already attached to me." She slid an ornate but cheaply made jewelry box across the kitchen table. "Here you go," she said. See what you can do with this."

"Mmm, okay," Beth accepted the item and turned it over in her hands. She couldn't see anything obviously wrong with it, aside from the quality, but that wasn't the point. She understood the assignment. "These legs are loose," she said, fabricating an issue. "And one of the hinges is mostly off. T might be able to solder that back on, if you've got an iron." She smirked at the last statement. It was pushing against playing along.

"I don't think we do," Lindsey rolled her eyes. "I did find this in the garage." She nudged the altered adhesive bottle forward. "Does that help?"

"Hmm, pretty serious stuff," commented Beth. "The repairs will be stronger than the rest of it." She grinned at her partner. "Maybe I should get dressed or put an apron on before using this."

"I like you just the way you are," Lindsey giggled. "So can you fix it?"

"Think so," replied Beth. She picked up the bottle with her right hand and tapped it a few times on the box to indicate the repairs. "Okay, I'm going to switch hands to put the glue on my right. Metagame, I'm not actually touching it with my left hand."

"Yet," grinned Lindsey.

Beth rolled her eyes but didn't argue. She did swap the bottle around and drew a couple of careful lines across her right palm and fingers. "There we go," said Beth, setting the bottle down and actively keeping her hand clear of any problems. "Should be good as new."

"My hero," Lindsey purred. She stepped over to her girlfriend and wrapped her arms around her. "Thanks, Babe," she said, giving Beth a quick kiss.

"Any time," Beth had to take a peek to make sure her placement was right. When properly aligned, she gripped Lindsey's hips with both hands, hooking her thumbs in front and letting her fingers drift toward the blonde's rear. "So, now that that chore is done, what should we do?"

"I'm sure we'll think of--" Lindsey took a step back, dragging Beth's legitimately bonded right arm with her. "Uh..."

"Huh," Beth pulled on her arm. "Well, that's... funny. I seem to be... stuck." She gave a few more tugs on her arm, eventually dragging a giggling Lindsey into another embrace."

"*We seem to be stuck!" Lindsey was having a hard time improvising lines around her own amusement. "This is serious, Beth! The only glue in the room is the super, industrial stuff! How are we going to get out of this?"

"Do you really want to get out of this?" chuckled Beth.

"Well, eventually!" Lindsey giggled. "Yes!"

Sandy stood back, fighting her own giggles at the ridiculous skit playing out before her. She knew better than to get involved just yet. She wanted to see what kind of knot they got tied into before committing herself one way or the other.

"Boy, this stuff is, uh, really strong," commented Beth dryly.

"You think?" replied Lindsey, still fighting a grin. "It's called 'Iron Glue'. What are we going to do? How do we get this stuff off, Miss Paramedic-in-training?"

"I must have missed the cartoon glue chapter," said Beth. "I have no idea. What does the bottle say? On a separate note, do you like my hand placement?"

"What about it?" asked Lindsey. She scooped up the bottle with both hands and pretended to peruse the label.

"I planned it carefully," said Beth. "I had to get the height just right. Check it out. If you try to put on a shirt, the hem will catch on my wrist and you won't be covered. Same if you try to put on underwear or something. They won't go past my hand so your ass won't be covered. You can get them up to your thighs, but you're going to be bottomless until we figure this out."

"Oh, you shouldn't have told me that," laughed Lindsey. "Now you will too." She began to drip 'Iron Glue on her own right hand. "Ew, the bottle is wet... Anyway, the label says to 'seek medical attention in case of skin contact'."

"Looks like we're going to the hospital then," grinned Beth. "I'll be topless, sure, but you can't cover your butt. Among other things."

"*We can't cover our butts," returned Lindsey, gripping Beth's left hip in a passable imitation of the grip on her own. "Oh no! Now *my hand is stuck! The bottle must have a leak!" She offered the bottle to their audience. "Sandy, will you help me out with my other hand? I grabbed it with that one too."

"Non-canon, right?" questioned Sandy before accepting the offered prop.

"I guess," said Lindsey with a smirk.

Sandy returned the grin and took the bottle. She allowed Lindsey to direct the coverage of her left hand. "Good?"

"Yep. Now what to do with it?" Lindsey brought the coated appendage carefully under Beth's anchored arm and between the. "Oh, I know!"

"Don't you dare!" said Beth, following her girlfriend's sightline. She knew what was coming. She wasn't really opposed to it, and couldn't do anything anyway without risking getting stuck to something else.

"But it's just so irresistible!" Lindsey announced, latching her sticky left hand onto Beth's right breast. She came at it from the side, leaving the nipple clearly visible, bordered by her thumb and forefinger. "Oh no! That hand too?! We're making it worse!"

"We?" asked Beth.

"Not funny Beth!" cried Lindsey (though her expression suggested it was, in fact, funny). "You saw the label! We could be stuck like this for... days! Sandy! Do something! Help us!"

"Uh, what do you want me to do?" In truth, Sandy knew exactly what Lindsey *wanted her to do. And honestly, she saw no reason not to. With Lindsey's hands trapped, the situation was stable. She wasn't going anywhere until these two were free anyway. She glanced at Lindsey's phone, the timer counting down from ten hours. She might as well join in. "Maybe there's a phone number on the label," she said, picking up the bottle with her left hand.

Lindsey snorted at the implications of her friend picking up the 'leaking' bottle.

"Oh, yeah. Here we go," said Sandy. "Emergency help." Her acting was a little less... giddy than the other two. She played it as straight as she could. "I'll have to use your phone, Linds. Think mine is still in my purse." She picked up the device and mimed dialing a number. "Hello?" she said to the fictional phone line. "My friends had an accident with your product. What do I do?"

"Oh, she's good," whispered Beth with a grin.

"Yeah, but she picked up the bottle," Lindsey giggled back.

Sandy, in the meantime, was fighting a grin as she 'listened' to the company's instructions. "Mm-hm. Mm-hm. I see. Well, that's... unfortunate." As she spoke, she set the phone down and swapped the bottle around to apply glue to her left hand. "Okay, uh, thank you for your time."

"What did they say?" asked Beth with a grin.

"That you guys are screwed for a few days at least," replied Sandy. "Even if we get your naked asses to the hospital, there's not going to be much they can do." She set the bottle down on a counter, far enough away that it hopefully wouldn't add any more complications. "It will come loose on its own, eventually. Or your skin will anyway."

"Sounds about right," agreed Beth. "So, uh Sandy. We might need a little help with this mess. Got any plans for the next, uh few days?"

"Oh, you know me," grinned Sandy. She brought her left hand to Beth's right butt cheek with a light swat. "I'll take advantage and abandon you at the first chance I--" She gave her now-bonded appendage a light tug. "Oh. Uh-oh. Aw, come on!"

Her now fast friends burst out laughing.

"Not funny!" Sandy giggled. "I swear that stuff is sentient!"

"It is," agreed Beth. "It shares a brain with Blondie, here."

"I did want to keep you both here and naked all day," said Lindsey.

"Mission accomplished," said Beth. "I suppose Sandy could get *some clothes on. I'm screwed though."

"Oh, that reminds me," said Sandy. "Beth, have you seen my panties? They're missing."

"Oh, uh, no," Beth replied. "You must have taken them off yourself. We could barely move last night. Linds?"

"Haven't seen 'em," said Lindsey. "So, here we are. Permanently glued together until after dinner. What should we do?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"Hm," Beth teased. "Dishes? Sandy and I each have a hand free. Vacuum the living room?"

"I was thinking something else..." Lindsey sang-song, leaning in to kiss Beth's jaw.

"Of course you were," sighed Beth. "And with your hands all sticky, you'd be leaving most of the work to--"

On the table, Lindsey's cellphone burst to life, blasting 'The Devil Went Down To Georgia' and vibrating itself across the table a centimeter at a time. "Oh, hey! That's Lexi!" She flexed her 'permanently' useless hands. "Can, uh, someone... get that for me?"

"That's Lexi's ringtone?" smirked Beth. "Classy, babe. Wonder why you picked it." She reached over with her free hand and picked up the device, hitting the answer key along with the speaker button.

"Oh, shut up," Lindsey mouthed before committing to the call. "Heya Blue! How's the weather over there?"

"Blue, huh?" came the answer from the other end. "I 'spose I been called worse. And how do you think? It's cold and-, well, not wet I guess. Too cold for that." The voice that came through was definitely female, but on the lower end with a slight southern accent.

"That's what you get for moving up north," grinned Lindsey. "What you doing today?"

"Trying not to freeze to death," returned Lexi. "How about you guys?"

"Well, uh," Lindsey chuckled. "We are definitely not going out anymore today. Just going to hang around my place and, I don't know, stay entertained."

"That is... sort of why I called," Lexi went on. "We're taking the kids out for lunch and Abby says she'll drop me somewhere afterwards. If you guys don't mind the company."

"That sounds great!" replied Lindsey.

"Uh..." Sandy whispered in Beth's direction, tugging on her newly anchored hand.

Beth shrugged and raised a finger to indicate patience.

"Oh, fair warning," Lindsey went on. "We kind of started a game and we can't really stop. Well, I guess we *could. But it would defeat the purpose. So be prepared. Oh! And Sandy's here too. So you can meet her!"

"The Legendary Sandy!" The grin was obvious in Lexi's voice. "I can't wait! I got your address. Figure about a half hour. Maybe forty-five minutes. We are dragging two little anchors behind us."

"Legendary Sandy?!" Sandy mouthed at a grinning Beth.

"Sounds good," replied Lindsey. "My Redhead cleaned the drive this morning, so we're all set. See you in a few." She nodded at Beth who disconnected the call.

"Your Redhead, huh?" questioned Beth.

"Which part of that statement was wrong?" smirked Lindsey.

"The context maybe," returned Beth.

"Someone is coming over?!" Sandy tugged at her hand, still inexorably bonded to Beth's butt.

"Yeah. Lexi," said Lindsey. "We told you about her. Blue hair. Really tall. You said you wanted to meet her."

"Well, yeah I did," stammered Sandy. "But I thought, you know, when I did, I'd have panties on! And my tits wouldn't be out!" Her immobile hand squirmed again. "And Legendary Sandy?"

"She heard the stories," grinned Beth. "We never called you legendary. She must have decided that on her own."

"Can't really argue," said Lindsey.

"Look, fair enough," said Beth. "We can let you out of the game to meet Lexi. We're going to keep playing, but granted, she's already seen us naked."

"I'll even tell you where your panties are," added Lindsey.

"You said you didn't know where they were!" said Sandy.

"I said I hadn't *seen them," corrected Lindsey. "Which is true."

"But you know where they are,"

"I *think I know where they are," grinned Lindsey. "And I didn't tell you because, well, you'd have put them on, and I like you the way you are."

"Mn," grumbled Sandy. She really ought to have known. Still, she felt a little better. Beth had offered her an out. This also wasn't the weirdest predicament she'd met new people in. She sighed inwardly and just went with it. She twisted her arm which didn't budge. "I understand that we have no idea how to get unstuck from each other," she exposited for their benefit. "Can I at least have your sweatshirt back for meeting this girl?"

"Absolutely," replied Beth. She gestured in the general direction of the steps to the second floor. "Stairs are going to be a trick like this. We better get going."

"How are you even going to get it on?" asked Lindsey, starting to shuffle with the group. "With your hand stuck to Beth's butt."

"I'll figure something out."

*

Lexi shivered as she made her way up the walk to Lindsey's front door. At least it had been shoveled. She wasn't as bundled up as she would have liked. She had a coat, stocking hat, and scarf. Her hands were shoved in her pockets and she just wore regular shoes. It wasn't *that cold (according to the locals). What the hell did they know?

As she got to the front step, the door unlatched. It didn't open, but she knew she could get in so she raised an arm and waved to her sister-in-law who wasn't going to abandon the cold-blooded southerner until she got inside. Which Lexi appreciated. She ascended the rest of the steps, pushed the door open, and slipped inside.

"Geez, close the door!"

Lexi obeyed what she thought was Lindsey's voice, coming from her right; behind the door. She turned to look as the door shut and blinked. "Uh, hey guys. Hope this isn't the way you greet everybody." She couldn't help but smile at the scene before her.

Beth and Lindsey were there and entirely naked. They had their hands on each other, though one of Beth's appeared at least mobile. Beside them, was a tall (though not nearly so tall as Lexi) slender woman with long, brown hair. Sandy, if Lexi had to guess. She was wearing a sweatshirt (and nothing else if she had to guess). Her left hand was poking out the bottom of the shirt and groping Beth's butt while her right was properly sleeved and pulling the hem of the shirt downward.

"There was that pizza guy the one time," quipped Beth. "*He didn't need a tip. Hey Lexi. Staying warm?"

"No," replied Lexi. "So, uh, what's going on here?"

"Oh, we had a little accident..." Lindsey flexed her hands. "Uh, we had... several little accidents with an industrial-strength super adhesive. It's really strong and there's no remover, so we're stuck like this. Until, you know, the timer on my phone goes off and the game is over. But that can wait. First, Lexi Santos, meet Sandy Lowell. Sandy, Lexi."

"Oh," Lexi turned to the half-dressed girl trying to shrink behind Beth. "Nice to meet you, Sandy. I've heard stories." She extended a hand to her new acquaintance.

"Yeah, a pleasure," Sandy agreed, her cheeks pink. "I've just heard, uh, part of the one." Her eyes flicked down to the hand securing her shirt. After a moment, she released the garment to accept Lexi's handshake. The shirt didn't exactly spring up, but lifted high enough to further suggest how little she was wearing under it. "So, uh, Lexi, right? Are you an Alexandra too?"

Lexi blinked. "What? Yeah, how did you..?" She paused. "Oh, right. Sandy. Should have seen it. It's an epic name and I love it. Little unwieldy for the day-to-day though."

"She says to 'Sandy'," Sandy grinned. "I agree. Epic and long." She returned her hand to keeping her shirt in line.

"Alexandra?" Lindsey cast her eyes back and forth between the two. "Huh, I... never thought to question it. I'm a little embarrassed now. I mean I've known Sandy for years."

"You're standing here naked," said Beth, "with your hand glued to my boob, and *that's why you're embarrassed?"

"I feel like I should know people's names," mumbled Lindsey.

"I mean, it's on my birth certificate," said Sandy. "But I've always been 'Sandy'."

"I get it," agreed Lindsey. "But when you go Mistress Mode, you are Mistress Alexandra from now on."

"That does sound epic," said Beth.

"Hell yeah it does," put in Lexi.

"Yeah, yeah," said Sandy with an embarrassed grin.

"So Lexi," Lindsey went on. "Come in. Take off your coat. And whatever else you want. Stay a while. I'm afraid I won't be much of a hostess until we figure out how to get out of this, but I'll do my best."

"I'm sure I'll manage," Lexi took off her coat and stored the accessories in the sleeve. She was wearing a pair of jeans, heavy socks, and a sweatshirt of her own "So, uh, what did you guys have planned for the day?"

"We had a few things in mind," replied Beth. "Then Lindsey handed me a bottle of industrial glue." The conglomeration began to shuffle out of the front entry. "Things went downhill from there."

"I see," said Lexi. "And I'd ask why you're all naked, but I've had breakfast with you two before."

"I'm not..." Sandy began. "Okay, I was, but I wanted to wear *something when meeting someone new." She was staying very close to Beth. If she extended her arm too much, it would start to drag her shirt upwards.

"Can't blame you," said Lexi. "My first go-round with these two, once they got my clothes off, wasn't much I could do to get them back on. Not complaining, but I was bare assed for, like, ten hours."

"Checks out," agreed Sandy.

Lexi gave her a grin. "And, uh, speaking of which." As a singular person, she could easily outmaneuver the sticky trio. Lexi stepped up behind Lindsey, keeping pace with the shuffling group (and demonstrating their height difference). "Beth, since she's dressed for it, you mind if I, uh, feel up your girlfriend?"

"Sure," replied Beth. "Knock yourself out. Not literally, I mean. You'd probably wake up stuck to the floor. And she'll be feeling *me up for the foreseeable future."

"I'd protest," giggled Lindsey, flexing her left hand. "But who are we kidding?"

"I didn't think you would." Lexi placed her hands on Lindsey's waist and slid them upwards onto the blonde's impressive chest. "'Spose I should have asked this first," said Lexi. "But I'm not gonna get stuck like this, am I?"

"Could be arranged if you want," said Beth. "But the game so far is that the bottle leaks. If you touch it you'll bond to the next thing you touch."

"Aw, you didn't have to tell her," said Lindsey.

"The rest of us knew what we were getting into," countered Beth. "Least we can do is tell her the rules. Besides, we don't know how long she plans on staying."

"I can call Abby any time," offered Lexi. "But I was honestly planning on begging a ride off one of you, eventually. Doesn't seem like *that's gonna happen for a while. Also, Abby seemed to be under the impression I might not make it back tonight."

"At least she knows where you are this time," teased Beth.

"Yeah, yeah," grinned Lexi. "I was seduced by a couple of sirens last time. Addled my brain."

"Think you're addling Lindsey's brain," commented Beth.

"I'm not--!" Lindsey started to protest. "Okay, I'm a *little addled. But my brain is still working! I'm trying to think of things to do now that we have this Amazon here. Like how to get her clothes off."

By this time, their slow procession had arrived in the living room. Lexi released Lindsey's breasts to allow them to try and arrange themselves to sit. "You're going to have to talk me into it," replied Lexi. "Seems like your hands are full. And I'm not gonna make it so easy," she sighed. "This time."

"They're pretty convincing," said Sandy.

"I am aware," agreed Lexi.

"Mn," sighed Lindsey, recovering from her fondling. "I was just thinking of a game to get her to undress voluntarily. So, Lexi. You want to play with some of my toys? You have three models here that might have a hard time holding you off."

"Listening," said Lexi. She had been going to claim a chair, but decided to see where this was going first.

"All right, we'll need two things from upstairs," said Lindsey. "I'll ask you to get them, since, you know..." She flexed her arms. "First, there's a plastic tote in the room at the end of the hall. You put the keys back in there, Sand?"

"Yeah, I tossed everything back in there," replied Sandy.

"Great. The second thing we'll need is a little black box with a keypad on it," continued Lindsey. It's on a dresser in my room. First door on the left."

"All right," agreed Lexi. "Be right back." She turned and headed up the stairs.

"And us three," Lindsey addressed her bond-mates. "Before we sit, let's go grab my cell from the kitchen."

"What's the black box?" asked Sandy as the conglomeration started on their way.

"A lock box with a timer," sighed Beth. "She's going to put--, uh, have somebody put all the keys in there. We're already stuck, Babe. You don't need to make it worse."

"I don't *need to," said Lindsey. "But if we can talk Lexi into locking herself in something, it will be fun."

"Okay, granted," agreed Beth. "If we can talk her into it. She's got us over a barrel and she knows it."

"True. But she came to play," said Lindsey. "She knew what she was getting into when she came over. As long as she knows the rules, I bet she'll willingly strip within the hour."

With their shuffling gait, the girls made it back to the living room at about the same time as Lexi as she hauled the tote down the stairs. "That's a lot of stuff," she commented.

"There were a few sales," replied Lindsey. "Okay, Alexandras. Start unlocking all the locks. Handcuffs will be good until we hook them to something. Beth, open the lock box. You know the combo. Then do your best to sync it to my cell timer."

Lexi glanced at the phone as she set the tote within Sandy's reach. "Nine hours?! Is that how long you guys are gonna be stuck like that? Nine hours?!"

"Yep," grinned Lindsey. "And that's how long the keys to anything you decide to lock are going to be unavailable too."

"Probably don't lock any gags," added Beth pragmatically. "Most of them have a safety release, but it's still a long time to have your mouth full."

"Think my record was, like, three and a half," said Sandy. "I drooled. A lot."

"Fair enough," agreed Lexi. "Is that your plan? For me to get stuck playing with your toys?"

"Eventually, I hope," admitted Lindsey. "I want to get you out of your clothes first."

"Least she's honest," grinned Lexi. "It's kind of flattering. I figured after the last time and I'm not opposed. Gonna make you work for it though."

"Part of the fun," said Lindsey.

"Honest and consistent," grinned Beth.

"I came to play," said Lexi. "Tell you what though. I'll give you a freebie. I'll take off my sweatshirt, if the other Alexandra takes off hers."

"It was nice while it lasted," said Sandy with a weak grin as she pulled the garment over her head. "Not mine anyway. Had to borrow it from Lindsey."

"And so it begins," grinned Beth.

*

Abby Santos exhaled as she swiped through her contacts. She wasn't worried. Okay, she was a *little concerned. Lexi's new friends sounded nice, but she'd just met them. And the story her live-in- sister-in-law had told her... Slightly concerned and morbidly curious would be a good way to put it. She reached Lexi's name and tapped it, putting through a call.

The line rang one, two, three times and was partway through a fourth when someone picked up. "Hey, Abs," came Lexi's voice through the line. "What's up?"

"Just checking in," admitted Abby. "I did drop you in a strange place. Seeing if you needed a pickup or anything before I started dinner."

"It's a strange place all right," agreed Lexi, provoking at least one additional chuckle from the other end. "No, I'm good. They say they'll run me home whenever I'm ready. Well, there are a few caveats to that, but uh... I'm set. If you're good though, I will probably... stay the night."

"Oh. Okay," replied Abby. "I won't lie. I do feel it, not having 'Aunt Lexi' to back me up, but I can manage a weekend solo. Having a good time then?"

"Yeah," The eye roll was practically audible in Lexi's voice. "And, hey. I met another Alexandra! Fortunately, we have separate nicknames, or they tell me I'd be number two, since they knew her first."

"Oh," chuckled Abby. "Small favors. Well, keep me posted. Call if you need a ride."

"Thanks, Abs," agreed Lexi. "I will, but I think we're good. Night."

"Night," The line clicked closed.

"Nice that you got someone keeping an eye on you," grinned Beth.

"Yeah," agreed Lexi, fumbling with her phone. "But where the hell was she when I got into this mess?" Lexi sat on one of Lindsey's couches, her wrists clipped together with leather cuffs. And three currently irremovable padlocks. She had the same arrangement on her ankles and had had to hop to the bathroom twice in the past few hours. Aside from that, she had, indeed, been talked out of the rest of her clothes. "How much is left on that timer?"

"Sandy, still bonded to Beth's butt, turned to look. "Not quite three hours."

"You said you're going to stay the night anyway," said Lindsey. "Who cares when we get the keys back?" Someone had decorated her with a collar that wasn't coming off at the moment, even if she could use her hands.

"Me?" returned Beth. Her formerly free hand was no longer free, having been tethered to Lindsey's immobile right with a few cuffs and padlocks. "It's just about dinnertime and you and I aren't exactly self-sufficient."

"I can manage to heat something one-handed," said Sandy. "It's not going to be fast, or fancy. And you two are going to have to cooperate."

"I can help, I guess," offered Lexi. "Just don't ask me to carry anything."

"I'll need you to help feed these two," replied Sandy. "Not going to be an efficient meal, but we'll get it."

"So, Sandy," Lindsey said. "Lexi said she's sleeping over. You going to stay again?"

Sandy twisted her arm, still stuck and partially pinned under Beth. "Yeah, if you guys don't mind. I'm having fun. And besides, I'd like to see you try to get rid of me. For the next three hours anyway...."

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