Dark & Rachel in: Two Secretaries, One Very Thorough Visitor - But Was This Caper Plotted from Within? 这家糖果巨头总部有两个懒散得让人哭笑不得的秘书，她们习惯把周末的工作当成可有可无的额外任务。身材健美、双腿修长的达克最先发现，一个普通的周六竟然变得如此有趣——一位油嘴滑舌的访客突然决定要挪动一下办公室的现金储备。

可怜的达克还没反应过来，就被巧妙地绑在了储藏室里——医用胶带把她紧紧地缠在一张转椅上，一块软布紧紧地捂住她的嘴唇，还打了个结。她拼命地扭动着身体，椅子也跟着她转来转去，她使尽浑身解数，但那些束缚却让她动弹不得，仿佛在戏弄她。

与此同时，那位访客在文​​件柜和保险柜间翻找着他的周末购物清单，一边哼着小曲一边忙碌着。达克的抗议声和椅子轮子轻微的吱嘎声始终没能传到开放式办公室，只留下她独自挣扎，并逐渐意识到自己被捆得多么严实。

身材高挑、容貌姣好的金发女郎瑞秋注意到同事突然不见了，便循着线索来到了储藏室。看到达克被裹得严严实实，被绑在椅子上，她顿时停住了脚步；她驻足欣赏了一会儿，赞叹着这整齐的捆绑，以及达克的身体在胶带的束缚下如何扭动，完全忘记了提防自己的后背。

片刻之后，瑞秋也被达克的“威逼利诱”所困，加入了进来，同样舒服地坐在另一张旋转椅上，嘴上紧紧地塞着一块手帕。两位美女现在共处一室，在椅子上扭动着身体，椅子随着她们的挣扎转动，她们隔着嘴里的布团交换着睁大的眼睛，而那位访客则继续收拾着他的“战利品”。

她们卖力地表演着——臀部抬起，肩膀耸动，双腿用力顶着胶带，椅子带着她们在储藏室里转着小圈。每一次闷响和每一次充满希望的扭动，似乎都让她们的处境更加令人愉悦。

当访客拉上包的拉链，满意地挥手告别离开时，办公室里又恢复了平静，只有两把转椅轻微的吱嘎声，以及两位被绑得结结实实、光鲜亮丽的女秘书仍在不停地扭动着身体，等待着周一早上的“惊喜”。Two delightfully under-motivated secretaries at the confectionary giant’s headquarters had a habit of treating their weekend duties like optional extras. Dark, the toned and leggy one, was the first to discover just how interesting an ordinary Saturday could become when a smooth-talking visitor decided the office’s cash reserves needed relocating.


Before she quite knew what was happening, poor, lovely Dark has found herself expertly secured in the supplies room—medical tape winding her snugly into a swivel chair, a soft cloth pressed over her lips knotted exceptionally tightly in place. She wriggled and twisted with impressive determination, the chair spinning and rocking as she tried every clever angle, but those bonds held her in the most teasingly thorough way.


Meanwhile the visitor set about his weekend shopping list among the filing cabinets and safes, humming cheerfully as he worked. Dark’s muffled protests and the soft squeak of her chair wheels never quite reached the open office, leaving her alone with her struggles and the growing awareness of just how thoroughly she’d been packed away.


Comely blonde and statuesque Rachel, noticing her colleague’s sudden absence, followed the trail of curiosity into the supplies room. The sight of Dark all wrapped up and chair-bound stopped her in her tracks; she lingered a little too long, admiring the neat job and the way Dark’s body flexed against the tape, completely forgetting to watch her own back.


A moment later held up at persuader-point, Rachel joined the party, settled just as snugly into a matching swivel chair with a tight handkerchief knotted firmly over her mouth. The two beauties now shared the room, bouncing and twisting in their seats, chairs rolling and spinning as they strained and shifted, exchanging wide-eyed looks over their gags while the visitor finished collecting his haul.


They put on quite the show—hips lifting, shoulders rolling, legs pressing against the tape as the chairs carried them in little circles around the supplies room. Every muffled sound and every hopeful twist only seemed to make their predicament more deliciously thorough.


By the time the visitor zipped up his bag and strolled out with a satisfied wave, the office was quiet again except for the soft squeak of two swivel chairs and the continuing, determined wriggles of two very bound and very glamorous secretaries left to wait for Monday morning’s surprise.