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They had played these games before, but never in public. She was scared and excited...and aroused.

She was more than aware of the looks she was getting from the few people who passed her, walking purposefully.
 
She could see everyone passing by, trying to ignore her, and failing. She was getting aroused since the women were as obvious as the men.
 
He was late, purposefully keeping her there, exposed as she was, waiting...
 
...for the surprise he had planned. A surprise she had dreamed about so long ago.
 
A noise caused her to look down the alley. Then she was seized from behind. "Don't move." The voice was low and menacing.
 
What I find most interesting about this thread is the different styles -- and the different thought processes.
 
A noise caused her to look down the alley. Then she was seized from behind. "Don't move." The voice was low and menacing.

She didn't recognize the voice. Her heart picked up speed, feeling as if it would jump through the wall of her chest.
 
She started to pull away from the voice behind her, opening her mouth to scream, when a rag was stuffed in it to muffle any noise she might make.
 
She didn't recognize the voice. Her heart picked up speed, feeling as if it would jump through the wall of her chest.

A sleek, black stretch limo rolled silently to the curb. She was lifted effortlessly, the door swung open and she was placed inside. The door closed and she was alone as the limo accellerated away.
 
They hadn't bound her. She was free to move as she wished. She could, she thought, even escape at the next stoplight. Then came the menacing 'clunk' as the doors locked. And when she looked around, not a window control could be seen. Wherever they intended to take her, she would go, willing or not.
 
She sat back in the plush leather seat and contemplated whether this was part of the game or something that had horribly gone wrong.
 
She sat back in the plush leather seat and contemplated whether this was part of the game or something that had horribly gone wrong.

From under the opaqued drivers window, a door opened and a table appeared. It glided to a stop in front of her bearing a magnum of chilled champagne and a glass. She was going somewhere in style.
 
Taking the glass of champagne she settled back into the plush seat. Whatever was going to happen she had no power over it...or did she?
 
The ride wasn't long, but with the windows blacked out she had no idea where she was going. She took another sip of wine smiling to herself.
 
The limousine slowed, turned a corner and came to a stop. From outside the vehicle she could hear the faint noise of a garage door rolling down and shutting. Slow, heavy footsteps approached the car door. The locks 'clunked' open.
 
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