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Mark walked into the singles bar. After surveying the establishment, he sat down next to a gorgeous blonde who was playfully nursing her gin and tonic.
"You know what I'd like to do with you?" Mark boldly asked her.
"I bet you a hundred dollars I can guess" replied the blonde nonchalantly.
"Oh yeah?" replied Mark, a bit thrown off by her flippant reply.
"What kind of response it that? 'Oh yeah.' You must be kidding me!" The blonde threw her drink into Mark's face.
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" Mark was nonplussed.
The blonde turned to the bartender. "Another gin and tonic please."
"It's on me" added Mark jokingly as he wiped the drink off of his face.
The blonde winked and smiled. "'It's on me.' Now that's pretty funny. I like that."
Mark returned the smile. "You're on! For one hundred bucks."
The blonde picked up a tray full of peanuts and dumped it on Mark's head.
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" Mark was again nonplussed.
The blonde shrugged her shoulders as Mark brushed the peanut dust from his hair and clothes.
"I don't get it."
The blonde reached back and slapped Mark across the face. Hard.
"STOP IT!" Mark was starting to lose it.
"Don't you get it yet? What a bonehead. Here, I'll give you a hint." The blonde reached into her purse and pulled out a two foot piece of cord. She handed it to Mark.
The blonde patiently waited a few seconds. Then she reached for a pitcher of water sitting on the counter.
Mark held up his palm. The blonde stopped. He stuck out his index finger and made a twirling motion. The blonde turned her back to him. Mark pulled her arms behind her back and tied her wrists together with the cord.
"You're right" he said as she spun her back to facing him. "I want to tie you up."
Mark removed a hundred dollar bill from his wallet, unbuttoned the blonde's blouse, and placed the bill between her ample breasts - then he reached his hands forward and squeezed them together. "And then I want to have my way with you."
"Water please" said the blonde to Mark, nodding her head toward the pitcher.
"Oh... sure." Mark filled the glass that once contained the drink she threw in his face. He held the glass to her lips and let her drink.
The blonde leaned back and spit the contents of her mouth all over Mark. Then she winked.
Mark used his sleeve to wipe his face. Then her got up, removed his tie, and used it to cleave gag the blonde. She giggled as her ability to spit was stifled.
"Let's get out of this Popsicle stand" he said as he helped her off her stool. He tossed a twenty dollar bill on the counter. "Keep the change."
The bartender nodded his head in disbelief as Mark led the bound and gagged blonde out the door - and into a night of reckless, restrained, abandon.
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