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Mistaken Identity
(Giselle Renarde)

"So, you'll join me without a struggle?" Green asked, raising one of her expertly plucked eyebrows.  "My partner is pulling the car around as we speak."

Brenda's heart raced, because... wait, what was going on, here?  She'd never been hit on by a woman.  Or by a couple.  This certainly was presumptuous.  Even if Brenda was tempted, or at least curious, how could she leave without telling her friends?

"I don't know about this," Brenda stammered.

"Getting cold feet, are we?"  Green slowly lifted the sparkling flap of her purse.  "I would advise you to come quietly.  No need to make a scene."

When Green pulled a set of handcuffs from her purse, Brenda's stomach dropped.  Suddenly she felt like a caged animal.  What was going on here?  Was this stranger trying to kidnap her for some crazy sex game?  

Brenda gripped the counter, stumbling back against the side of a stall.

"Come on, Mrs. Antonelli, let's not play games."  Green took a step forward.  Her gaze softened.  "There's no need to worry.  We're not going to hurt you, Mitzi."

"Mitzi?  Antonelli?"  Brenda burst with laughter.  This was all a case of mistaken identity. "You're way off.  I'm Brenda??"Brenda Jones."

Green's expression flickered, and then hardened.  "Nice try."

"What are you doing?" Brenda shrieked as the woman in stiletto heels grabbed her arm.  Green swung her around, slapping cold metal rings around one wrist, then the other.  Her mind couldn't keep pace with her body.  By the time she'd told herself to react, it was too late.

Green stood so close her sharp nipples pressed into Brenda's back.  "I gave you the opportunity to come of your own accord.  If you choose to fight, you better believe I'll fight back."