Keyless in L.A. (closed for Sonali and I)

ObsideanWarrior

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This was shaping up to be a lousy fucking day for Shirley Ivers.

First, she had flubbed up her job interview. Then she had gotten home to find her ex was suing her. Finally the 33 year-old former business executive had decided to just go for a drive. Get out of the house, clear her head. That always helped her unwind, relax, and focus.

The first half of the drive had gone fine. Then she was homeward bound, but thirsty as hell. She saw a gas station ahead, decided she would buy a Coke and have one for the road.

As soon as she pulled in, she had second thoughts. There were some rough-looking characters hanging out. The place was poorly lit. But no, she thought, she had come for a Coke and she was going to leave with a Coke and in two minutes this place would just be a spot in her rear-view mirror. So Shirley went in, grabbed a plastic bottle, and went to the front. In and out. She got to her car, reached for her keys in her front pocket.

No keys.

Ah, shit, the woman thought. Other pocket, no keys. She looked around on the ground. In the meantime, some of the local wildlife took an interest in her...
 
Mark

Mark was a massive man at 6'2"and the leader of the local gang here.
They saw a beautiful lady all alone pulling in to the gas station and going to the vending machine,Mark felt his lil one stir to life as soon as he saw this beautiful lass walk out and he saw a key fall on ground.
He directed one of his man to pick up the key.
The young lady tok the coke and went back to the car and searched for the key.
Mark moved towards her and kept his hand o her shoulder and spoke "hey babe looking for a man to hook up with tonight?" and with that the entire gang surrounded the two of them and started laughing
 
"I'm looking for my key, actually," Shirley said. "I don't suppose any of you have seen it? Damn, I'll have to call a locksmith. I knew I should have made that spare." She reached into her purse, pulled out a cell phone. Looking at the guys, she could definitely see this was not a friendly crowd...especially for a white woman like her with no way home. "I'll be fine."
 
I grab our cell phne and throw it to one of the guys and sa "No missy you will not call anyone but come withus and with that i start playing withour breast pushing you against your car and yell at one of the guys "bring the van Matt"
and seve you willfollow with the bitch's car to the hideout
We are all laughing as you are yelling and tr to break out of my grip
 
(OOC: Did you want to write this in third or first person? I'm assuming first, which is okay with me...)

I tried to grab for the phone, but found it already in the hands of one of the gang. I took a look around, knew my chances of getting out of this situation were nil. There was no one around to help, and physically I was no match for these men. I figure my best chance at this point is to cooperate, keep my cool.

"What do you want," I ask...but as you reach around to the front of my pantsuit and cup my breast, it's all too obvious. I squirm a bit, but know struggling is useless as your men have grabbed my arms.
 
"I want your cunt you bitch and no just me but all" adthen a van comes and i hrl you inside it and me and 2 more men get inside it while Steve drives your car.
*****
Inside Van
"What is your name ?"
 
The van was full of men, their cheap cologne mixed with sweat. Trembling, I try to find a place to sit down...knowing I won't be left alone for long. And as you tell me in a leering, wicked tone what you want, I know all too well you will have it...whether I try and struggle or not. I hear the tinkle of glass as one of your companions break the glass of my car, but that is all as the door to the van slides shut like the door to a prison cell.

Turning to you, I say, "I'll give you what you want, just don't hurt me," but I am stuttering in fear and am not sure if you heard clearly.
 
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