Being tied up was painful. Sylvie's wrists were bound behind her back with some kind of rope or chord. It cut into her skin slightly, it was so tight. Getting free was totally out of the question.
Her ankles were also bound, making the prospect of getting up from her kneeling position on the floor a difficult prospect.
Groaning in pain, she briefly tried to struggle with the bondage. It was a waste of time, and it actually made her wrists hurt more. She might have cried out if there wasn't something large in her mouth, secured between her teeth with a strap that was fastened behind her head. A ball gag, she realised. She couldn't open her mouth any further, or close it even slightly. Attempting to talk produced a pathetic gurgling noise.
The door to the room, whatever this unfamiliar room was, opened. Alexa Bliss walked in. Short, blonde, beautiful, but with great mischief in her eyes. She was wearing a kinky, revealing leather outfit, complete with elbow length gloves.
Sylvie's eyes locked onto some kind of short whip that Alexa had in her right hand. She was lightly slapping it against her left palm as she walked slowly across the room.
"Mmmm," Sylvie gasped behind the gag. The whip was going to be used on her. There was nothing she could do about it.
"You want to make noise? I'll give you something to make noise about!" Alexa said cruelly. She drew the whip back and swung it towards Sylvie's face.
Sylvie woke up, startled and sweaty. It took her a few moments to fully comprehend that she had just had a smutty dream about Alexa Bliss. The realisation made her start sweating even more. She felt confused, rattled. Why was she having smutty dreams about a woman? She had never been attracted to a woman before. She didn't think she was attracted to Alexa, but clearly her subconscious disagreed with that.
Or was it the bondage photo that had triggered the dream? She had never tried bondage before, on either the giving end or the receiving end, if those were the right terms. Thinking about being restrained and gagged for sex did excite her though.
"That must have been it," Sylvie muttered to herself. She turned over in her bed, wanting to go back to sleep.
But she couldn't. Was it not simply the thought of being tied up that had caused the dream? Was it specifically being tied up by Alexa? She felt her cheeks warming up. The whole thing was intensely embarrassing. And in a few hours, she had a shift to work with her new colleague. Her new incredibly pretty colleague with the blonde and pink hair. Her new colleague who tied people up for Instagram pictures.
Eventually, Sylvie had gotten back to sleep. But when she showed up at 51 for the shift, the dream was still very much on her mind.
Forget about it, she told herself as she got changed in the locker room. She had to be professional.
"Get a grip. You're the paramedic in charge," she said under breath.
Not in the dream you weren't, a voice in her head said. It put images from the dream right back in her mind's eye.
"Oh, hi, Sylvie," Alexa said cheerfully, breezing into the locker room like nothing was going on.
Nothing is going on, Sylvie had to remind herself. Not outside of her own head anyway. "Good morning," she said. She had quickly busied herself in her locker in case she started blushing, not even glancing at Alexa. Mercifully, her cheeks didn't start warming up.
"Cold, isn't it? Somehow it seems worse in Chicago than it used to in Columbus."
Figuring she could hardly avoid it all day, Sylvie looked at Alexa. Only then did she realise that Alexa had walking in wearing a red leather jacket and black leather gloves. Leather, like in the picture. Leather, like in the dream.
"You okay?" Alexa asked innocently, looking at her.
Somehow, Sylvie snapped out of it. "Yes, I'm good," she replied. "How are you?"
"Great. I've been looking forward to today's shift. I enjoyed working with you yesterday. Ideally I'd like to avoid having to kick any doors in today though."
"I think we can manage that," Sylvie said. "When you're changed, can you please check the ambo is fully stocked? Night shift aren't always good at leaving it the way they found it."
"Sure, boss," Alexa said as she started to undress.
"I'm going to get some breakfast. Catch up with you later," Sylvie said, making a quick exit from the locker room.
Shortly, Sylvie was sitting in the canteen with a cup of coffee and a plate of toast with eggs for breakfast. She had taken a seat opposite Gallo, happy to have someone to talk to so that she could get Alexa off her mind. Almost immediately she realised she should have known better than to choose Gallo.
"Brett, you've got to put a word in for me with Alexa," was the first thing he said to her.
Sylvie rolled her eyes. "I got the impression she's not interested yesterday. Besides, you're assuming she's even into guys."
"Good point," Gallo said, at first seeming surprised, then thoughtful. "I guess that would make sense."
"Because she'd have to be gay to not want to date you?" Sylvie asked, smiling in amusement between mouthfuls of her breakfast.
Gallo smiled broadly and spread his arms. "Obviously. I mean, come on."
The alert system cut into the conversation. "Ambulance 61. Person injured." It gave an address.
"Later. Try and put a word in for me anyway," Gallo said as Sylvie got up.
"Mmm hmm," she agreed, a slice of toast in her mouth. She had no intention of actually doing so. Jogging out to the engine bay, she quickly finished the toast.
Alexa was already in the front seat when Sylvie got behind the wheel.
"I had only just started checking the back, so I can't guarantee you we're stocked up," Alexa reported as they tore out of 51, lights on and siren blaring.
"Don't worry, it's not your fault if we're not," Sylvie said.
Alexa was busy getting herself gloved up, ready to attend the scene. Sylvie noted that she must have brought her own box of gloves from her locker as she had black ones, not the usual light blue ones that were supplied to 51.
"I like black, and these are extra small," Alexa said, apparently noticing Sylvie looking. She took a pair of the blue ones from Sylvie's box and handed them over. Sylvie wore small size, probably a bit big for Alexa's tiny hands.
Sylvie took her gloves and set about putting them on while keeping her driving safe.
"So, you didn't answer my question," Alexa said in a coy tone.
Sylvie felt horrified and embarrassed in equal measure. She knew exactly what question Alexa was referring to. But her only option was to pretend that she didn't.
"What question?"
"You know what question. My place or yours? You made it pretty clear that picture caught your eye. And now your cheeks are going red."
They definitely were. Sylvie could feel it. She was now faced with a choice. Make some lame excuse and try to extricate herself from the situation, or edge closer to the truth, which was that she was very much interested. If only she had that kind of confidence.
"I, uh, yes, it did catch my eye," she said awkwardly. "It just surprised me that you had something like that on your Instagram. You're obviously very open, sexually."
Alexa giggled. "You didn't read the caption, huh?"
Sylvie glanced at her, wondering what was funny. "No, I didn't."
"I was modelling, Sylvie. I do modelling work for a website that sells bondage related items, sex aids, that kind of thing. The caption was an advertisement."
"Oh," Sylvie said, weaving through traffic, feeling like an idiot. She was surprised by how disappointed she felt, too. "So you're not actually into that kind of thing in your sex life?"
"I didn't say that. I am open and confident, and quite forward. So, yes, I am into bondage, and I'm into women. You're very attractive Sylvie, so if you're interested, or even curious, which I think you are, you can feel free to take that light-hearted comment on Instagram seriously."
The way Alexa spoke was so seductive, but Sylvie slowed the ambulance down, approaching the address they had been given. "We're here. Work time. This conversation will have to wait."
The emergency turned out to be a teenage girl who had slipped and fell on some ice on her way to school, breaking her ankle. The paramedics administered pain medication and braced the injured leg before loading her into the ambulance and taking her to Chicago Med. Sylvie was able to focus on the work, but the conversation with Alexa was very much in the back of her mind.
Part of Sylvie's thinking was to distance herself from the whole thing – to tell Alexa the discussion was over, that they were work colleagues and nothing more. But another part of her was lonely and depressed. Very depressed, since the breakup with Matt Casey. Over the years, she had been in many relationships with men, and they had all ended in disappointment or heartbreak. Maybe it could be different with a woman?
Thinking about a relationship was getting way ahead of things though. It seemed pretty obvious that Alexa was only talking about sex. Kinky sex at that. Usually, Sylvie wouldn't have entertained that, let alone with a woman. But Alexa, the racy picture, the dream, had all awakened something within her. She wanted to live out the dream. She wanted to live out the fantasy. Only then would she be able to tell if she really could enjoy being woman, and whether she could enjoy bondage. Could Alexa really turn a good girl bad, as Will Halstead had claimed?
"Can we stop at that coffee shop on the way back to 51?" Alexa requested as Sylvie drove out of the ambulance bay at Med.
"Sure."
There was silence in the ambo for the few minutes it took to get to the coffee shop. Sylvie knew Alexa was deliberately letting it hang there, waiting for her to say something about the conversation they had left unfinished. She found herself sweating, and not because of the ambo's crappy heater.
"Alexa, I've never been with a woman before," Sylvie blurted out after parking up and killing the engine. She hadn't been able to hold back any longer.
They looked at each other.
"Ah, don't worry about that," Alexa said after a moment, using that seductive tone again. It worked like magic on Sylvie. "I can tell you're nervous about what we're talking about. Don't be. I'd take it nice and slow for you and make sure you. With me, you'd have a better time than you ever have with a man. Let's say I'd give you a moment of Bliss."
Sylvie felt herself quiver in excitement. She had never had someone come onto her so strongly before, and she liked it a lot. Alexa had a real way with words. Yet still she wavered. "We only met each other yesterday, Alexa. And we work together. This is crazy."
Alexa shrugged. "Why crazy? I find you attractive. It's pretty obvious you find me attractive. Let's hook up and have some fun. I'm not asking you to marry me or something. And as for work, as far as I'm concerned, what happens after hours happens after hours. On shift, you run this ambo, and I'm the floater working towards a permanent spot, hopefully. One thing has nothing to do with the other."
Feeling her heart racing, Sylvie knew that she was about to take the plunge. Why not live a little and have some fun? Who knew, it might prove to be one of the best experiences of her life.
"I'd feel more comfortable if it was at my place," she said, blushing again because they both knew she had just consented to whatever 'moment of Bliss' Alexa had in mind for her.
Alexa smiled sweetly. Such a gorgeous smile, Sylvie thought. It melted her.
"Alright, Sylvie, your place works for me. How does tonight sound?"
"Tonight sounds great. I'll give you my address."
A/N: Sylvie has been seduced by a combination of Alexa and her own fantasies. But will she get cold felt when Alexa shows up at her apartment?