In an instant, someone masculine enveloped her, which made Margaret very uncomfortable. As soon as she turned around, she saw Charleston's dashingly handsome face.
"Why are you here?" Margaret widened her eyes.
Charleston curved his lips and leaned close to Margaret's neck. "Why can't I be here?" He said.
She smelled so enticing that he couldn't wait to kiss her.
Margaret choked on herself. "This is the women's locker room."
"I couldn't control myself because you looked too seductive. I only came in here to have you arrested!" Charleston said aggressively before he lightly bit on her earlobe.
Margaret was rendered speechless. How could he blame her for being seductive? "Mr. Limbaugh, I guess you probably failed your English classes. Do you know what being arrested means? It means to catch criminals." She said.
"Are you not a criminal? You stole my photo and my heart." The man's voice was low and sensual.
This erotic exchange was enough to make naïve, innocent girls squeal.
"Let me go..." Margaret said as she felt his pants getting breathier and heavier. His breath was warm against her skin. He looked just like an evil wolf, at the verge of swallowing her up.
"I won't." Charleston said, dominance clear in his voice.
Margaret was about to lose it. She was almost standing in the nude as she had just taken off her dress, and many parts of her skin were in close contact with Charleston.
Margaret felt herself burning.
"Kiss me..." Charleston encouraged her. He remembered how she had lightly kissed him on his chin before, so he added, "... on my lips."
"In your dreams!" Margaret thought to herself.
She rolled her eyes. She then suddenly set her eyes on something else slyly.
"It's too boring to kiss you on the lips. I have a better idea..." Margaret curled her lips and smiled like a little fox.
"I don't think this is how it's used." Charleston frowned slightly.
Margaret rolled her eyes at him. "I'm doing it my way. Do you want me to stop?" She asked.
"No, carry on." Charleston said dotingly.
Margaret then sped things up a little. After tying Charleston up, she got up, took the costume, and was about to head to the locker room.
"You can change here." Charleston said in a hoarse voice.
Margaret made a funny face at him and said, "No."
Margaret then went inside the locker room to get herself changed. As it was a make-shift room, there was no door in the small compartment; only a piece of cloth was used as a simple cover.
Charleston could make out the silhouette of Margaret changing her clothes.
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