"I'm yet to hear anyone come up with a better idea," Forrest drawled.
When neither of them had anything to say to that, he stepped over to a bag on the table and pulled out a smaller bag. He opened it, revealing what I assumed were tracking devices. That is to say, one looked like a tracking device. Beside it was a pair of diamond earrings. Real diamonds, unless I didn't know my diamonds, which I did.
"Those must have been expensive," I said as he stepped over to me and started to slide them into the holes in my lobes.
"They were." He fastened them in place, then stood back to take a look. "They'll do for now."
He opened the bag and took a velvet box from inside. Opening it, he pulled out a diamond necklace to match the earrings.
"That's at least a million dollars worth of diamonds," I said, eyeing the way they sparkled under the light.
"It is." Forrest stepped around beside me and draped it around my neck. "It contains a listening device."
I placed my fingers over the cool stones and made a mental note to donate even more to charity. The necklace was beautiful but it was a lot of money to spend on stones, even pretty stones. The fact they were functional as well made up for it to some extent. I didn't feel so ostentatious when I was keeping myself safe.
"Let me guess," Leif asked. "The biggest stone in the centre contains pepper spray?"
Forrest glanced at him. "No, it's just a diamond."
Leif clicked his tongue. "Shame. That would have been cool. Like something out of a James Bond movie."
"You need to watch fewer movies," Woody said. "How would you fit pepper spray in there anyway?" He peered at the stone.
"Like I said before, if I can think of it, someone's found a way," Leif said easily. "Maybe bigger stones next time."
"My stones are big enough," Woody said, smirking at Leif.
"Do they contain pepper spray?" Leif asked, glancing down pointedly.
"Nah, they contain something better than that." Woody became even more smug. "For the record, Sable liked the taste of it."
"I did," I agreed. Now I was thinking about being on my knees, sucking him dry. The taste of his cum on my tongue. I was tempted to do that now, but I'd wrinkle my dress. That would destroy the illusion we were carefully trying to create.
Next time.
"Do I need to do anything?" I asked, directing the question to Forrest. "Tap the third stone to the left to turn it on?"
"If you tap the second stone to the left, you'll turn me on." Leif grinned. "The one on the right works well too."
Forrest rolled his eyes at both of us. "We'll turn the listening device on remotely," he said. "You don't need to do anything. I'll be listening in to everything. These two clowns won't be too far away."
"Did he just call us clowns?" Leif whispered loudly.
"I think he did," Woody agreed, scowling at Forrest with less heat than if he was actually irritated.
"Are we going to let him keep doing that?" Leif cocked his head at Forrest.
"I don't know," Woody said. "Seems offensive to me. Except in your case, it’s offensive to clowns."
Leif flipped him off. "For a minute there we were on the same side. I should have known it wouldn't last."
"And they wonder why I call them clowns." Forrest sighed but his eyes were shining with amusement.
They gave each other shit, but I suspected there was nothing they wouldn't do for each other.
"Does that make you the ringmaster?" I asked.
"No." Forrest gave me a wolfish smile. "I'm the lion tamer. Or lioness tamer."
