Give or Take (Closed for Opensesame54321)

[StylusMaximus]

The man in the suit sat alone at the outdoor cafe by the bookstore, reading a newspaper. An actual, paper newspaper. His blue suit was perfectly tailored, his white shirt, perfectly starched, his shoes, perfectly shined. From his vantage point, he could see everyone going into or coming out of the bookstore, everyone on the sidewalk nearest him, everyone on the sidewalk across the street. No one gave him a second glance; if they had, they would have noticed that he was not really reading the newspaper at all, but rather carefully watching all of the young women who entered his field of vision.

The man in the suit sat at the outdoor cafe for quite a while, watching the young women and not reading the newspaper. Then he noticed three tall, slender women, laughing and smiling like old friends, as they entered the bookstore. One in particular, an innocent-looking blonde with long, athletic legs, caught his attention. He waited for a few moments, then laid a crisp $20 bill on the table, stood up and followed the girls.

The man in the suit walked the aisles slowly, deliberately, drawing no attention to himself. After a few moments, he passed by a section of books labeled “SEX & RELATIONSHIPS” and there they were. The man stayed far enough away from them that they wouldn’t notice. He picked a book at random from the shelf and pretended to read it, but watched the young ladies out of the corner of his eye.

The man in the suit couldn’t tell for sure, but it looked like all three of the girls were looking at the same book. He couldn’t hear their whispers, but they were all grinning, covering their eyes, and generally looking embarrassed. The innocent-looking blonde with the long legs had her mouth wide open and was blushing a bright shade of pink.

The man in the suit replaced his book on the shelf and strode over to the young women. He smiled broadly and looked directly into the blonde’s eyes.

“Ladies,” he said with a twinkle in his eye, “I just have to know what you are reading that is so fascinating.”

 

[Opensesame54321]

No way! You did not!"

Summer Stevens laughed and shook her head. "No, I didn't. But you believed me, didn't ya?" The three girls laughed as the walked along window shopping. Summer enjoyed spending her off day with her best friends. Betz was dark haired and Lu was a beautiful Asian with long black hair. All three women were slender and toned. But of the three, Summer was the only dancer.

The 20 year old woman had long blonde hair and a dancer's body. Her face had a dreamy quality but her body was no nonsense, with long legs and a toned butt. She was very flexible and her body spoke of years of discipline. Barre work. Stretching her muscles. Eating only healthy food. Etc.

But today, she was out with her friends. Lu spoke about a book that she had found at the book store. Pictures of sexual positions. So off they headed to wander amongst the imaginative pages of the book Lu wanted to buy.

Soon the three girls were quietly whispering as they poured over page after page of the book. Summer blushed at the lewd and erotic pictures, the woman in the photos in an obvious state of bliss. The book bordered on pornographic, which surprised her in a bookstore with such a sterling reputation.

She almost died of embarrassment when the man walked up and asked just what book had them all so interested. He talked to everyone but his eyes turned on her and seemed to go right through her. He scared her. Oh, nothing he said was suggestive. And he didn't flash or even try to touch them. But she felt apprehensive just being in the same store with him. She quickly stepped back, subconsciously putting distance between herself and the man and the book.

"It was nothing. Just a book that we found." Summer turned an even brighter shade of pink while Lu quickly put the book back on the shelf.

Why were they acting like that? They were of legal age and not doing anything wrong! Still the man bothered her.

"Come on. We need to go or we'll be late." Summer pulled away and encouraged her friends to follow her. Lu looked confused but Betz whispered to Summer, not sure what they were going to be late for.

Finally the three girls fumbled about but managed to leave the bookstore.

"What was wrong with you, Summer? He just asked a question. He looked okay."

Summer gave a shiver and hurried on along. "I just didn't like him at all. Come on, let's go get something to eat."

The three headed off to eat lunch, the man in the bookstore pushed to the back of their memories.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man in the suit chuckled softly as the three girls walked away from him. They had all been surprised at his approach, but Blondie had looked absolutely mortified, her face flushing an even brighter shade of pink. She practically dragged her friends toward the front of the store.

I wonder if she is as innocent as she looks? he thought to himself. He felt a familiar tingle in his loins. She might be exactly what I'm looking for.

The man in the suit found the book the young ladies had been looking at and took it off the bookshelf. He thumbed through it as he walked toward the front of the store. It was some sort of sex instruction manual, but filled with explicit pictures of real people performing real sex acts. The tall, slender blonde playing with herself in the chapter on masturbation looked a little bit like Blondie.

The man in the suit took the book to the register and paid for it with cash. As he waited for his change, he casually watched Blondie and her two friends leave the store. He could see them standing outside, talking for a moment, then turning left and walking toward downtown.

The man in the suit took his new sex book, walked outside, and casually strolled down the sidewalk after the three young women. He knew how to stay far enough behind them that they wouldn't notice him, but close enough behind them that they wouldn't lose him. He had done this many times before.

 

[Opensesame54321]

It was a place where they enjoyed eating. Summer had a kale salad with grilled chicken and lemon water. They had a relaxing meal, discussing what their plans were for next week, though they all laughed as Summer's week was just as it usually was.

Summer loved to dance. Ever since she was 6, she had wanted to be a dancer. That Christmas her Mom had taken her to see The Nutcracker. It was then that she fell in love. Dancing became her life. In high school, when other school mates were dating and falling in love, Summer was wrapping her bleeding feet so she could dance, suffering outrageous hours of practice while still keeping her grades up. She managed to graduate in the top 10% of her class. But while others had announced this scholarship or that award, everyone knew that Summer was all about dancing.

They laughed and talked during the meal, but in the back of her mind, Summer felt uneasy. Several times she glanced about but didn't see anyone, didn't see the man from the bookstore.

Once lunch was finished, they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. Summer headed to Let's Dance to pick up her order of toe shoes. They were a necessary expenses.

"Hey, Toby, you have it ready?"

"Yep. Right here." He had it bagged up and ready for her. She paid and was soon on her way.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man in the suit trailed behind the girls as they walked toward downtown, then turned down a side street to a little bistro. He walked past the restaurant on the sidewalk across the street, then found a window seat in a diner a couple of doors down. He ordered a sandwich and ate it, but mainly he waited. And watched.

About an hour later, he saw the young women exit the restaurant. They hugged and waved goodbye, and, as luck would have it, Blondie turned up the street towards him and the other two headed the other way.

The man the suit dropped another $20 bill on the counter and followed Blondie for several blocks. A couple of times, she stopped and looked around nervously, but she never made him. Eventually she stopped into a dance store, and he moved quickly. Crossing to her side of the street, he walked past the store entrance, then did an about face and doubled back toward the store. His timing was perfect. As Blondie stepped through the front door of the dance store and onto the sidewalk, she very nearly walked right into him.

The man in the suit knew exactly what to say and how to say it. "Oh, pardon me, miss, I didn't see-- well, my goodness, aren't you one of the girls from the book store?" he asked, feigning shock and surprise. "What a coincidence for us to bump into each other twice in the same day! I guess it must be fate."

He smiled a big, friendly smile at here.

 

[Opensesame54321]

Oh, pardon me, miss, I didn't see-- well, my goodness, aren't you one of the girls from the book store? What a coincidence for us to bump into each other twice in the same day! I guess it must be fate.

Summer was almost knocked down by the man but her apology died in her throat when she saw who it was. Why did this man disturb her so? He had not done or said anything lewd or rude, yet just seeing him gave her a chill.

"Excuse me sir. I should watch where I am going. That's what happens when you are in a hurry, isn't it. If you will excuse me now, I don't want to be late." She grabbed her package close to her and hurriedly walked along the street. Damn! Why was there never a cab when you wanted one?

She was suddenly afraid to head home. She would head for the studio and work out some. Being around people she knew and trusted would help.

Several blocks away was the studio. Citywide Dance Repertory was the sign over the doorway leading to a stairway to the second and third floors. As she climbed the stairs, the sound of piano music and voices greeted her and she found the sounds soothing and somehow welcoming.

"I thought this was your day off? Just can't stay away, can ya?" Peter laughed as he hugged her.

"Let me change and warm up and we can rehearse that last number. My Jeté entrelacé seems a bit sloppy."

"Seemed perfect to me, but what do I know," Peter mumbled under his breath. Summer was known as a perfectionist.

Soon the blonde was changed and at the barre stretching. Peter stood at the large windows looking down in the street below. Afternoon traffic filled the streets and the sidewalks were busy with people traveling to and fro. Most were totally unaware of the magic happening up here save for the odd person that might notice the music and look up to see the dancers prancing and leaping in front of the large windows.

Soon Summer was ready and the two spent several hours working on the piece for the upcoming recital. By the time she was through, it was dark outside and Peter had left. Summer changed back into her street clothes and grabbed her bag of dirty leotards and tights and her purchase of slippers and headed home. She needed to prep her shoes and fix supper. Tomorrow was an early day.

Stepping out, she took a quick glance around before heading home. It was only a couple of block away and up a couple of flights of stairs to home and rest.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man in the suit frowned. Blondie obviously had no interest in being friendly with him. Either she was still embarrassed about being caught looking at the sex pictures, or she just wasn't into older men. Or maybe he scared her a little bit.

He watched her as she hurried across the street away from him. He liked the way her ass moved in those tight pants.

I need to see that ass naked, he thought to himself. I guess we will just have to do this the hard way.

The man in the suit waited for a few moments, but kept Blondie in sight. Then he strolled after her and watched her go into what looked like a three-story apartment building. As he got closer, he saw the sign out front: "Citywide Dance Repertory."

A dancer? he thought. He felt another tingle in his balls. That's fantastic. I'll bet she's really... flexible. The thought made his cock stiffen in his pants. Yes, yes, I definitely need to see that ass again.

The man in the suit looked at his watch. Would he have enough time? He decided it was worth the risk. Even if she was gone when he got back, he was willing to bet she came to this dance studio more days than not.

He hailed a cab. His apartment building was only a couple of miles away. Once he was home, he quickly changed into his "workout gear:" black t-shirt, black shorts, black sweats, black socks, black shoes, black baseball cap. His gym bag was already packed with everything he needed.

He walked to the parking garage and uncovered his "weekend ride," a nondescript gray sedan with fake license plates. He eased the car out into traffic and slowly drove back toward the dance studio. He circled the block a couple of times until he found a parking spot on the street, across and about half a block down from the dance studio. He adjusted his rearview until he could see the doorway to the dance studio. Then he opened a bottle of water, took a swig, and waited.

About an hour later, the man saw movement in the rearview's reflection. He looked up and there she was, all alone. He turned the ignition and the car started quietly. As he watched her in the rearview, Blondie looked both ways and then started walking his direction, passing by him on the opposite side of the street. The sun had gone down and he knew she wouldn't see him unless she specifically looked through his window.

After she passed by, the man waited a few moments, then eased his car out into the street after her. He didn't follow directly behind her, but circled around side streets and cross streets so that he would have eyes on her every few minutes. It wasn't more than two or three blocks before he saw her turn into another three-story apartment building. He idled across the street and waited. Then he saw light in a third-story window.

The man looked at his watch. Going out tonight, Blondie, or just going to bed? he thought. He drove down to the next block, then made a U-turn, parking his car on her side of the street this time.

He shifted the car into park and turned on the radio. He smiled--the ball game was just starting. He leaned his seat back a little and waited.

 

[Opensesame54321]

Supper was grilled chicken and brown rice with steamed broccoli. Once she had cleaned the dishes, she sat down and prepared the shoes and when they were stitched, pulled out the dirty leotards and tights and replaced them with clean ones. Tomorrow after rehearsal she would need do laundry. She had a small stacked washer/dryer but it was really too late to do it tonight. She was considerate of her neighbors and tried to do laundry in the afternoon.

By 9:00, she was tired and ready for bed. She showered and slipped on the panties and sleepshirt. She would be up bright and early come 6:00am. After checking to make sure the door was locked and the deadbolt turned, she turned out the lights and settled down to sleep. In no time, she was sound asleep and dreaming of dancing on the stage.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man waited until the ball game was over, then looked up at Blondie’s building. Every light in the building, including hers, was out. He stepped out of his car and looked up and down the street. All quiet. He slung his gym bag over his shoulder, walked up the front steps to Blondie’s apartment building, then slipped inside the front door. He waited again in the silence. Apparently Blondie and her neighbors were early-to-bed, early-to-rise types. Without a sound he climbed the two flights of stairs to the third floor, then turned to his left to find Blondie’s apartment door.

He took the bag from his shoulder laid it on the floor, kneeling as he did so. He studied the two locks for a moment, then smiled. Standard lock, standard deadbolt, he thought, unzipping his gym bag. These old apartment buildings. From the bag, he drew out a locksmith’s tool and inserted it into the deadbolt first. After a moment, he turned the tool and felt the deadbolt slide open silently. The regular lock took no more than a few seconds and opened with a soft “click.”

The man stopped and listened, then put his ear against the door. He looked across the hall, then down the stairwell. All quiet. He stood, shouldered the gym bag again, and slowly turned Blondie’s doorknob. A moment later, he pushed the door open and stepped quietly into her apartment. Again he stopped and listened while his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

He stood in a standard one-bedroom apartment. To his left was a small living room; to his right, the kitchen. Straight ahead were two doorways, both open. The one on the left was a bathroom. The one on the right had to be Blondie’s bedroom.

After waiting a minute more, the man crossed the living room and stopped at the bedroom doorway. From there, he could just barely see Blondie lying on the bed. He watched her for a moment and she did not stir. Stepping carefully into the bedroom, he stood beside the bed and looked down at her in the silence.

She lay on her side on the bed, facing away from him, her blonde hair splayed out over several pillows. She had another pillow between her legs. She had kicked off the covers in her sleep and he could see that she was wearing a long nightshirt that had ridden about halfway up her thighs.

Slowly and silently, the man took the open gym bag off his shoulder and set it on the floor beside the bed. He knelt down, reached over, and carefully lifted the hem of Blondie’s nightshirt, slowing pulling it up over her hip to her waist. He looked down at her. Are those panties white? Blue? Pink? Ah, I’ll know soon enough.

Reaching into the bag, the man retrieved a small square packet and a small syringe. He opened the packet and took out a square alcohol swab. With his left hand, he carefully grasped the hem of Blondie’s panties and gently pulled them toward him, exposing just a bit of her right cheek. Then, with his right hand, he rubbed the swab gently on her bottom. Blondie moaned softly but did not wake. Finally, he took the syringe and held it up, tapping the glass softly to clear the air bubble. After watching her and waiting another minute, he was ready.

In one motion, the man pushed the needle into Blondie’s hip and clamped his hand down hard over her nose and mouth. As her eyes flew open, he pressed the plunger and injected her with the sedative, then removed the needle and held her down. She struggled to look at his face, struggled to free herself, but he was far too strong and the medicine was far too quick. It would only be a few more seconds.

 

[Opensesame54321]

She was dreaming of dancing as she had for most of her life. It had always been her way of working through different dance problems.

The sudden pain in her right butt cheek shot fire through her and she woke up instantly. A hand clamped down over her nose and mouth, and she clutched at it, her fingernails fighting to remove it so she could breathe. Her hip burned, her heart beat loudly in her ears. In the dark , she could only make out a vague shape. Fuzzy edges. She fought hard, trying to scratch an arm, a hand.

Strength! The person was strong. Strong. The figure dimmed. Grey... Must. Fight. Must. Fi..... The darkness welcomed her.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man held two fingers to Blondie's neck and checked his watch. Good. She would be out for 4-6 hours. Plenty of time.

He flicked on the bedroom light and then looked through her dresser. He found an old pair of faded blue jeans in the bottom drawer, a t-shirt in the middle drawer, and white athletic socks in the top drawer. He rolled Blondie over on her back and slid the jeans up over her feet and knees, then leaned over and pulled her to her feet. She fell against his shoulder, so he held her up as he pulled the jeans up over her hips, then reached in front to snap and zip them up.

Next he sat her down and pulled the night shirt over her head. He let her go and she flopped back on to the bed, naked from the waist up. He looked down at her for a moment, then sat her back up and patiently worked her head and arms into the t-shirt.

Next he put her socks on, then found a pair of tennis shoes and a baseball cap in the closet. She looked a little disheveled but not enough to attract any suspicion. He laid her back down on the bed and began to look around the apartment. He found a small laptop and put it and its charger in his bag. Next he found a small book on her night stand... was it a planner? a journal? He put it in the bag also. Then he searched the rest of her drawers, the closet, and the bathroom. In one of the bathroom drawers, under a bunch of other toiletries, he found a small, white vibrator. He grinned and put it in the gym bag.

Switching off all the lights, the man made his way to Blondie's front door and checked the hall, then looked down the stairs. All quiet. He left the front door cracked, turning the standard lock so that the door would lock when he closed it. He returned to the bedroom, shouldered his gym bag, and scooped her up in his arms. Despite being as tall as she was, she was very light, 120 pounds at the most. He carried her out into the hallway, then set her down gently before pulling the door closed. Then he hoisted the unconscious girl to her feet, slung her arm over his shoulder, put his arm around her waist, and half-carried, half-dragged her down the two flights of stairs. He saw no one. Exiting the building, he staggered drunkenly with her towards his car, opened the back door and lifted her into the back seat. She slumped over sideways in the seat as he lifted her feet into the car.

The man looked up and down the street. No cars and just a couple of pedestrians too far away to notice anything. He circled around the car and got in the driver's seat, then drove home. The parking garage was deserted, so he was able to carry Blondie to the elevator undetected. Once in his apartment, he carried her downstairs and put her in her bed, in her room.

 

[Opensesame54321]

Her hip hurt. She didn't remember falling and hurting it. In fact, she didn't remember much of anything. Her memory seemed fuzzy and there was a metallic aftertaste in her mouth.

She opened her eyes. And didn't recognize anything. There was a burst of adrenaline as she tried to comprehend what she was seeing. Tan walls on all four sides. But no windows. Anywhere. She started to hyperventilate as she sat up. The room spun for a moment and she closed her eyes, touching her forehead. And felt the hat on her head

The last thing that she remembered was putting on her pajamas and going to bed. But this looked nothing like her bedroom. The bed was just a bed, with a nondescript bedspread on it. And she now wore her jeans and tee. And socks. And her tennis shoes.

She climbed off the bed, the room spinning for a second before the world settled back into place. She crossed over and tried the first door. It led into a bathroom. Standard white tiled room - sink, toilet and combination tub/shower. No towels, no rug. She closed that door and went to try the other. No knob. Just a small box. She touched it. Nothing. She shoved against the door. Nothing. Shoved again. Nothing. Something told her not to yell.

She spent the next couple of minutes going through every piece of furniture in the room. Drawers empty. She sat down on the bed and looked around. Where the hell was she? More important. Who the hell had her?

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man took a hot shower, scrubbing himself thoroughly, then shaved and dressed in a pair of blue jeans, t-shirt, and tennis shoes. Just like her. He opened her laptop, turned it out, and inserted the flash drive that would detect and defeat all of her passwords in a matter of hours.

On his desk were four large computer monitors in a rectangular configuration, and each one showed the view from four different security cameras, 16 in all. He idly watched Blondie sleep for a bit, then thumbed through the notebook he had found at her bedside.

"Summer Stevens," he said out loud. "Hm."

A few moments later, he noticed movement in one of the windows. Summer was awake. She flipped on the light and looked all around her, clearly still disoriented. She walked into the bathroom, then pushed on the door, but she didn't scream. That was unusual. The man liked her already.

He took a bottle of water from the refrigerator, then took two small packets from a drawer and placed them in his pocket.

He picked up the sex book he had bought at the bookstore and walked downstairs to her room. Tucking the book under his arm, he pushed the door and it swung open into the little room.

Summer jumped to her feet and stared at him. He wasn't sure if she recognized him or not.

"Hello, Summer," he said.

He placed the book on the dresser, then the water bottle. Fishing the two packets from his pocket, he held them up and said, "For your headache." He placed the packets next to the water bottle, then looked at her and smiled.

 

[Opensesame54321]

The door that wouldn't budge suddenly swung open. He was dressed like any person you would meet on the street. HIM! The man from the bookstore! Just seeing him sent a chill up her spine. She was to her feet in a flash. The man had bothered her from the instant she had seen him.

Hello, Summer

He knew her name. She stood there. Ready to run. Ready to fight. She watched him place a bottle of water and two small packets on the dresser.

For your headache.

He smiled. She stood there, not moving. Memory came back on snippets. A hand over her face. Dark outline of a figure. Sharp pain in her hip. For all she knew, the water could be drugged.

"Please let me go." She didn't whine or cry. Her voice was factual, almost demanding but not rude. And despite the word 'please' was used, she spoke as a statement than a request. The entire time, since the man entered the room, her eyes never left him, noting that he even carried the sex book that the girls had been looking at in the store. She needed to keep her head straight if she was going to get out of here. Wherever 'here' was.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man smiled broadly.

"Don't worry, Summer," he said in a friendly voice. "I'm not what you think I am. I am not a rapist or a molester or an abuser. I'm simply a talker and a listener, and I just wanted to have a conversation with you. I apologize for the theatrics involved in bringing you here, but you didn't seem very interested in talking to me, and that was disappointing."

He stepped into the room and then sat on the loveseat directly across from the bed.

"I have a particular predilection," he said, looking at her. "Some might call it a 'kink.' I enjoy talking to young, beautiful women about sex. I enjoy hearing about their sexual thoughts and desires, listening to them describe their sexual experiences."

He watched her face for a reaction. "So that's what I'd like to do with you, Summer," he said. "Just sit down with me and let's have a talk. Almost like an interview. The only thing that might befall you is embarrassment. There will not be any physical contact between us. Just an honest, open conversation about sex, and then you'll be on your way."

He looked up at her. "What do you say?"

 

[Opensesame54321]

She didn't like that he knew her name. But then, she didn't like that he was holding her captive. She was wearing clothes that she had not gone to bed in. That meant that he had seen her...naked. She was very private, always changing in a dressing room where no one could see her. She had worked to keep anything sexual out of her life. Working hard on her career. She didn't read smut nor have anything to do with it.

She stood and listened to his little story. Talk about sex? No way. She was a dancer. She didn't have time for all the stuff. She was probably already late for rehearsal.

Summer was not one to make flowery speeches. Which sometimes did not make her popular. But those that knew her knew that when she counted you a friend, that she meant it. And you knew that if she said something, she meant it.

"What do I say? No. I'm not interested in your predilection, in your kink, or whatever you want to call it. I have nothing to say about...sex. I want to leave now. I'm asking you nicely. Please. I want to leave now."

She kept her eye on him but she also kept glancing towards the door. If she had to, she would make a dash for it.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man nodded sympathetically.

"I completely understand," he said, nodding. "Some people just aren't comfortable with this sort of thing. I truly apologize."

He extended his hand toward the door. "Of course, you are free to go."

As soon as she looked at the door, he was on her, tackling her back onto the bed. Grabbing her wrists, he pushed her arms over her head, then quickly straddled her, his knees on her upper arms, pinning her down on the hard bed. Now she could not move her upper body and couldn't get any leverage to buck him off of her.

He looked down at her. "I guess you didn't understand," he said, his crotch close to her face. "If you don't give me what I want, I will take it."

He pressed a panel on the headboard and it opened, revealing four leather wrist cuffs, each secured to the wall with a short chain. Summer continued to struggle, but she was no match for his strength. He tightened one cuff around her right wrist, then another around her left. Then he pulled the other two cuffs away from the wall and the chains lengthened. The man hopped off of her and pinned her left leg down on the bed, pulling the chain long enough to secure another cuff around her ankle. Then he did the same with her right leg. Then he stood up and looked down at her.

The chains securing Summer's wrists were so short that she could barely move her arms at all. She certainly couldn't sit up. The chains connected to her ankles had enough slack in them that she could move her legs freely, but she wasn't going anywhere.

The man wiped a little sweat from his brow and smiled at her again. He sat back down on the loveseat and looked at her. She could just barely raise her head up high enough to look back at him.

"So," he said, "are you ready to talk now?"

 

[Opensesame54321]

For a moment she thought that he would let her go. This was all over. She wanted to run, to escape a close call.

Before she had a chance to even move he was on top of her. She was on her back on the bed, the man sitting on her chest and knees on her arms, his strength apparent.

I guess you didn't understand. If you don't give me what I want, I will take it.

There was a whirring overhead and suddenly the man was handcuffing her to the bed. Chains seemed to attach them to the wall behind her head. By the time that he finished, she was flat on her back, barely able to move her upper body.

The man sat back down and smiled at her. She was trapped, unable to move, to run, to dance. She was scared.

So, are you ready to talk now?

She wanted to refuse him, wanted to say no, to close her mouth and ignore him. But at the moment, she had no say in this and turned her eyes away from the man sitting across the room.

"Yes." Her answer was terse.

 

[StylusMaximus]

"Excellent," the man said. "Let's talk. All you have to do is answer me honestly and completely. Don't hold back, and don't lie. If you tell me the truth, this will be over soon."

He crossed his legs. "So tell me, Summer, what do you think about when you play with yourself?"

 

[Opensesame54321]

Excellent. Let's talk. All you have to do is answer me honestly and completely. Don't hold back, and don't lie. If you tell me the truth, this will be over soon. So tell me, Summer, what do you think about when you play with yourself?

She blushed furiously. Why would someone ask a question like that. She was indignant. She had never played with herself! She had been taught that that was something you did not do. It would reduce her concentration in dancing.

"I do not play with myself! How dare you! Something like that is wrong!"

She turned her face back away from him. This man was a perverted soul.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man looked at Summer quizzically.

"My dear Summer, do you expect me to just take your word that you don't masturbate at all?" he asked teasingly. "I'm sorry but that's very difficult to believe."

He stood up and walked toward the bed, drawing a pair of scissors from his pocket. He reached to Summer's waist, then lifted up the bottom of her t-shirt.

He looked up at her. "Hold still now," he said, and began cutting the shirt vertically, up along the center line of her body. He watched her while he cut her shirt, moving upward, between her breasts, all the way up, until he snipped the shirt into at the collar. He slid the scissors back into his pocket, then took both hands and pulled the shirt away from her chest, exposing her breasts to him.

With one hand he cupped her breast, squeezing it gently, then circling his fingertip around her nipple, watching it stiffen and point in response.

He looked at her while he rubbed her nipple between his fingers.

"Now tell the truth, Summer," he said. "When you masturbate, what dirty thoughts go through that pretty little head? What do you imagine when you're not being an innocent little girl?"

His hand on her breast, his thumb flicking idly across her nipple, the man looked at her and waited.

 

[Opensesame54321]

My dear Summer, do you expect me to just take your word that you don't masturbate at all? I'm sorry but that's very difficult to believe.

Walking over to her, he pull out scissor and started cutting her tee. She started breathing faster, a worried look on her face. By the time that he had finished cutting her top in two, her face was a bright red. As he parted the two pieces of shirt, her chest was also a bright red. No man other than her family doctor had ever seen any private part of her body.

His hands began playing with her breast, pulling and pinching them, his fingers making lazy circles around them.

Now tell the truth, Summer. When you masturbate, what dirty thoughts go through that pretty little head? What do you imagine when you're not being an innocent little girl?

He stood there, playing with them as he waited.

"Please stop this!" She cried out. "I don't masturbate! It's wrong! Please! I've never done anything like that! I'm a good girl. I save myself!" She tried to get loose as tears filled her eyes.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man pondered this for a moment, absently rubbing his fingertips over her nipple.

"Well Summer, I'm actually inclined to believe you," he said, looking down at her. "Are you a true innocent, my dear? Have you not had any sexual experience at all?"

He reached down to her waist and began to undo her jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down. Then he reached into his pocket and withdrew the scissors again. Moving down to her ankles, he began to cut the blue jeans lengthwise, moving up her right leg, cutting the fabric away.

"Hold still, I don't want to cut you," he said, slicing the jeans at her knee and moving higher. "You can leave your panties on, but we need to get rid of these jeans."

"So tell me, Summer," he said, continuing to slice her pants away, "So how is it that a beautiful young woman like yourself has never had any intimate encounters, not ever?"

 

[Opensesame54321]

She closed her eyes and turned her head away from the man. Tears squeezed out the corners of her eyes.

Well Summer, I'm actually inclined to believe you. Are you a true innocent, my dear? Have you not had any sexual experience at all?

She shook her head, wishing she was somewhere else. And yet, he unzipped her jeans and out came the scissors as he started cutting the jeans off of her.

He was exposing her, revealing her to him. Never mind the fact that he had dressed her in the jeans. Now he was cutting them. After playing with her breast. Leaving her no secrets. Nothing private.

So how is it that a beautiful young woman like yourself has never had any intimate encounters, not ever?

Her voice was quiet, softly answering. So soft that despite being close enough to cut her clothes off, he almost missed her answer.

"The dance. My life is dancing. Since the age of 7, I have wanted to dance. To be a prima ballerina. To do so, you must dedicate your life to it. All or nothing. All. Or nothing." She was quiet for a moment. "Or nothing."

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man looked down at Summer's almost naked body. Only a pair of white cotton panties covered her now.

"You are very beautiful, Summer," he said. "You must have turned down dozens of boys who wanted to see you naked."

At that moment, a thought struck him. He left the room and returned a moment later, carrying the small white vibrator he had found in Summer's bathroom drawer.

He held it up to her. "If you do not ever masturbate, my dear," he said, "how do you explain this?"