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Belinda switched off the machine and sat panting with it still wedged between her thighs. She flicked her hair forward and back and stretched up. James waited obediently in his airtight cell until the skirt finally moved from the grille, letting light and air stream back into his dark silent prison.
"Goodnight darling," Belinda whispered as she wobbled on her heels.
"No! I thought tonight... we could..." James stuttered.
"Not tonight," Belinda replied, keys dangling from her fingers, "Maybe tomorrow?"
"You have no idea how cruel it is when someone on the outside says that."
"Oh I know," she smiled.
"Nice skirt by the way," James called, in the hope of pleasing the woman who controlled everything.
"I know," Belinda smiled as she rolled her hips and strode away.
