Closing Time (closed for me and Miss Blitz)

[ezwriter]

He heard the clicking of heels from a way's off and judged them to be about two inches high. Not terribly difficult for walking, but not well-suited to the cobblestones. Well, he knew, she hadn't anticipated cobblestones. Because what he could also discern from the pattern of footfalls was the uncertainty in the step - the stops and starts, a tentativeness to the progress. Just one set of steps he assured himself.

Stubbing out his cigarette, he snatched his jacket from the hook. Grabbed his trusty old from the table by the door and headed down the two flights of stairs, and out into the chilly night.

The steps were clearer down here... clicking on the pavement on Brewster Alley, the close brick walls echoing their retort... He could hear her now, cursing under her breath, barely audible, the slurred dislocated monolog of the lost after closing time.

There were a number of bars up on St. Andrew Street and inevitably late at night someone would meander down this way, confused by the labyrinth of same-looking sidestreets. And very occasionally it would be a young lady... her drinks already paid for.

He wandered West on Charleston and circled back to intercept there in front of the pawn shop furthest from any of the streetlights that were still working anymore.

He stepped out, his rubber soled shoes making so so so little noise as he slipped from the shadows. He startled her he could see. He liked that. Her little rabbit heart racing.

"Are you lost Miss?"

 

[Miss_Blitz]

Her name was Chloe, she was a 20 year old brunette, and she had no clue where she was. Stumbling from the club at 2am she had hugged her friends and said her goodbyes. She assured them she knew where to get a cab. But Brewster St. the sign read? She didnt know this street. It was too dark. Too deserted. Chloe must have taken a wrong turn. She stumbled and clacked her heels along the annoying cobbletones as she fumbled with her iPhone "damn Google maps...where is it...I am too damn drunk for this".

Chloe looked great tonight. She wore her favourite little black dress, tightfitting (she had dispensed with knickers on account of achieving that sheer line) and short as hell...just below her would be pantie line. Her boobs were looking awesome too, her cleavage squeezing out the lowcut front. She was dressed slutty as she tends to do when its Saturday night and her girls are in town. The boy who she made out with on the dancefloor was a nice end to an awesome night, he had wanted to take her home, but she had declined. He was sweet, but I dont want tomorrow mornings awkwardness to deal with.

She stumbled on the cobbles and sighed "stupid heels..."

"Are you lost miss?" the man said as he stepped from the shadows in front of her. Chloe gasped and dropped her phone on the cobblestones.
"Shit! It's broken!" she crouched down to pick it up. Holding her knees close together, consious of the fact she was knickerless. "Yeah I think I'm lost" she looked at him and sighed....


(your turn )

 

[ezwriter]

"Come on, you can call a taxi from my place," he told her.

Her pace unsteady still. He took her arm under the elbow, steadying her but leading her too... across the bleak abandoned intersection toward the entrance to the three story building. "At least it's not raining," he said with a smile and was glad to see a smile on her face as well, relief and calm replacing a bit of the apprehension in her pretty young face.

It was a squalid three-story building. Not broken or ramshackle, just bleak, grim, unappealing. The dirty glass door pulled open and he led her in to the dimly lit entrance. Instead of heading up toward the upper floors though, he guided her to the right down a corridor and then toward a flight of stairs down.

"We're down here," he told her when she looked up at him, his grasp on her elbow cinching a little more firmly as they descended toward the cellar. Moseby, the building manager rented him the space behind the landlord's back. "For storage," he'd told him.

He turned the key and pushed the door open and Chloe could instantly see that this -- no, this wasn't - couldn't be his flat. He clicked on the light and a single hanging lightbulb illuminated a small cell of a space maybe 10' x 10'. If there were windows they'd been papered over... or were just covered with dirt.

There was a bed in the corner. Iron. Heavy. Paint peeling. An institutional castoff. Maybe from a hospital. Vertical bars rose up from the frame at the foot and head, framing a bare haggard mattress.

Chloe turned but now his fist was in her hair, clenching it powerfully. And from his pocket a blur and then a CLICK and then a sudden snapping movement - a long angry blade in his hand. He liked Old Trusty just for this display - old school, mechanical, worn, slightly rusty, unmistakably it had been used.

"Screaming," he advised, his mouth so very close to her ear, "would be a verrrrry bad idea. Your last, very bad idea." He eased the door closed with his foot and threw a seriously solid deadbolt.

He reached down between her legs and under the hem of her dress. His rough cold hand on her sex. "Oh, my sweet little girl. You've left your panties at home... Were you hoping to get fucked tonight? Me too. It's lucky we met." He grabbed her by the hair once more and walked her toward a set of drawers. Setting the knife down, he opened the top drawer and fished through it with his free hand. "You see, I am prepared. You'll like that about me."

He produced a wad of cloth from the drawer and brought it to her mouth, pressing it to her lips.

"Open" he commanded and he forced the fabric between her lips until they parted and he filled her mouth roughly with it. Cotton. Lace. Panties. Used. Whose? He brought his hand over her jaw and held her there as he reached for a fat roll of duct tape laying atop the drawer. Quickly he tore a length to cover her mouth.

Reaching behind her, he clenched her wrists in one powerful hand and stood over her, his free hand tracing a line from her chin to her throat to her cleavage. "I'm glad you came. Tonight's going to be fun."