Instilling fear

[DangerousBeauty]

Closed for Gothic Shujin and Dangerous Beauty.

Laney stepped out of the newspaper office and cursed. It was after midnight and the light in the parking lot was flickering again. Before she could walk down the first step, the light went out completely. A full moon above her provided some light, but she was still wary. There was a serial rapist on the island and for the paper, it was the biggest story of the year.

It wasn't that Laney particularly thought herself the kind of woman who invited a rapist to want to fuck her, but the possibility wasn't unheard of. At 5'6'', 160 lbs., Laney was all woman. The swell of her hips and her large breasts did invite some attention from the opposite sex. (Members of her own sex weren't averse to her looks, either, as a matter of fact.) Her long red hair was tied back in a neat ponytail, the hair gel her sister had recommended working even 8 hours later as her hair hung in heavy waves.

As Laney continued walking to the car, she cursed herself for wearing the boots she'd decided on. The click-clop they made on the pavement covered any sound around her. But they'd looked so cute when she'd put them on that day with her knee-length black dress. And the silver buckles had gone with her silver necklace that was lying in the valley of her cleavage.

Her green eyes darted around here, looking for any hint of movement.

Finally, she reached the car. Again, she mumbled a curse as she realized she hadn't taken her keys out yet. How many times did she have to fumble through her purse in the dark for her to remember to grab her keys before she left the building?

Opening her purse, she looked down, rummaging for her keys ...

 

[Gothic Shujin]

Its interesting how things work out sometimes.

He had already had a young woman earlier that day, after finding her on the side of the road with a shot starter. After several hours with her in the backseat of his car, he dumped her off somewhere between the coast and here. He ran out of gas near this Newpaper Building and ended up filling his tank. As he headed back inside his car he caught site of her... her fiery red hair was the first thing he noticed. It reminded him of passion, of blood...of desire. She looked serious in her tall boots and mid-length dress. It was both business-like yet attractive and once he noticed the jewelry dangling between her tits... he knew she was just another woman begging him for it.

Why wear something like that unless you want a man to admire it? And yet girls like her always deny they crave such attention... she was perfect. He had, had his fill for the day... but she was crying out for it... and far be it for him to deny such a vision what she wanted.

Her large breasts swayed ever so genly as she clopped up to her car, she had a confident stride... wich he liked, it meant a fight while he tried to break her will later on. As she fumbled for her keys he realized he didnt have much time. He needed to be carefull... his reputation was already everywhere and police had everything but an accurate description. He quickly entered his corvette and turned the engine. With his headlights off he pulled almost out of the gas station and waited for her to get in her car...

He would wait till she either got home...or wherever they were headed, then he could drag her someplace where no one would hear her scream from the many things he had in mind for his new toy.

 

[DangerousBeauty]

She felt a prickle on her neck and reached her hand back to rub at it, her silver bangles and black onyx ring catching the moonlight. She could swear she was being watched. Laughing, she shook her head and resumed rummaging for her keys. Ever since she was a little girl she'd felt like someone was watching her. "It's not paranoia if people really are out to get you" had been her quote in her senior year yearbook. Her father had often told her that people could see her fear and that made her weak. She cursed again and tried to stop thinking of her own weaknesses.

"A-HA! Got you," she heard from behind her. Turning, she saw Tom, her best friend at work. He was smart, he was funny, he was insanely sexy. And he was gay. This was her luck. "You forgot your keys again, didn't you, Laney, dearest?" he said, her keys danging from his ring finger. "Do try and remember them next time, sweets."

"I will, you gorgeous boy. Now go home to Marcus and give me details in the morning," she grinned. Marcus was Tom's boyfriend of three years and tonight was their anniversary. Given the fact that their job made a social life almost nonexistent, and the fact that Tom had never had a relationship longer than a week, this was a big night.

"You know I will, love. Now go out and get yourself a boy and give ME details tomorrow."

Laney laughed and shook her head, slipping her key into the lock. "Tom, my love, you know that I haven't gotten laid in well over a year. What makes you think TONIGHT of all nights I'm going to?"

"You never know, dearheart," he said and waved as he sped away.

Lucky bastard, she thought. He gets to go home and get fucked to high heaven. What do I get? Another night at home with Cinemax.

Sighing, she got into her car and buckled herself in before turning the ignition. The engine fired up and her favorite 80s station blasted "Talk Dirty To Me." She started singing along, pulling out of the parking lot.