torture rape
It's been almost a year and Timmy and his brothers still get me once a week so they can take their turns. 6PM and the phone rings."Hello?" "Lyss! Wanna go have some fun?" cries my best friend Tristen.
"Fun is my middle name. Where and when?" "8o'clock. That new club on 26th." "Ok. See you there!" I just got home from work when the phone rang. I drop my jacket onto the back of the couch as I kick off my sensible shoes. I work in a relatively liberal office and I often take advantage of that attitude and dress to suit myself. Today was no exception. I'm wearing a loose, swingy black skirt that stops about mid-thigh, and a cream-colored silk blouse with buttons running down the front.
I sit down, turning on the news thinking I'll get ready when it is over. I scan my brain for THE outfit for tonight. I know I'm no supermodel but I'm very comfortable with my body and myself and I know how just how to play up the good points. I don't know my exact measurements but let's just say that I'm voluptuous, with big breasts and wide hips. I may not be attractive to every man but I get my share of attention. I guess the fact that I am 2 with luscious, long, blonde hair and sparkling green eyes helps a bit.
I stare at the TV watching scenes of car accidents and hurricanes........and the next thing I know, it is 7:30. Omigawd!! No time to do everything I had hoped. I look at myself in the mirror and decide that what I'm wearing will be fine with a few adjustments. I remove my bra and unbutton all buttons but the one in between my breasts and the one below that. I then grab my highest, sexiest, strappiest heels and, upon donning them, I admire myself in the mirror again. I shake my hair loose so that it spills nicely over my shoulders and then set to work on my makeup. I know just how to apply it so I look slutty enough to get noticed and sweet enough that they don't expect too much.
Damn, 5 minutes till 8, Tris is going to kill me! I jump in my car and speed downtown but I can't remember where the club is or even what it is called so I drive up and down 26th until I spot a place that looks unfamiliar. It doesn't really look new but perhaps they aren't done with the renovations yet.
I step out of the car into the cold night air and my nipples instantly harden and press against the thin material of my blouse. As I walk into the building I get an uneasy feeling and almost leave but I know Tris would be very upset if I stood her up so I decide to just go in long enough to look for her.
Most of the people are of questionable appearance and I'm not sure whether I should proceed but I spot the bar on the opposite side of the room and decide a drink would calm my anxiety. I finally reach the bar and order myself a fuzzy navel with vodka and find a relatively clean stool. I sip my drink, keeping an eye on the door in case Tristen should show.
"Hello, Sexy" says a voice from lips that next brush my ear. I move away, startled by his forwardness. He recognizes the fear in my eyes. "Nothing to be afraid of. I'm just trying to be friendly."
I take a good look at him and find him actually quite attractive. Nice, strong body, clean-shaven with short dark hair that looks so soft I almost want to reach up and run my fingers through it. But his most striking feature is his eyes. Icy blue that seem to go right through me.
He takes my hand and smiles a little so that I can't be sure if it is a smile or a smirk. "I'd love to get to know you. My apartment is only a few blocks away and it is much quieter."