Secret Admirer (closed for Becca)

[Pleasuretiger]

My name is Jack. The only son of a multi millionaire. I was a brilliant student but no one seems to like me. They called me weirdo and that is very hurtful. I use to stay home after school, spending time with books and listening to songs, my favourite singer.

Finally at the age of thirty, my dad called me to his dying bed. "Son, I make you the richest man in this city and I want you to get a wife and give me grand children."

I really don't know any girls, or even if I do, I may not like them except for one, the beautiful lovely singer that accompany me over the years. I adore her voice, cherished her smile and had every album sung by her.

Yes, she is going to be my wife.

I bought a mansion and removed all windows. Digital eyes are placed all over the building and sending two men to bring home my dream girl.

 

[Becaa57]

I finish my last set for this weekend. The crew is loading up the bus with our stuff. We can barely afford the bus and it's from the 80's so old.

I walk around to the front of the building thinking. This was a step up, maybe after 20+ years of dingy bars, closing up at rodeo's I'm making progress. Honestly if it was for U-tube I'd of given up years ago, gone home married Tom and had babies.

But here in lights, the Staring Becca!!!! staring at me.
I sit on a bench and stare. I was just a nobody from a small town in Kansas. I knew since I was little that I wanted to sing. Would enter every talent show there was, some I did good, some not so good.

Put together a girl group for a while, did some bars. Problem there is the owners quite often wanted incentive as they put it to sign us up. We weren't ready to sleep with a dirty old man, or even young man for it.

I hear footsteps behind me, turn expecting to see one of my crew, but instead a hood is pulled over my eyes and I'm gathered up. A hand ovre my mouth to keep me quiet. I'm tied up, tossed in what feels like a van.

A sting in my thigh and then darkness.

My eyes open, I have no idea how much later. Tied to a bed in what looks like a empty office.
I try yelling for help, nothing

 

[Pleasuretiger]

"Yes, Becca has finally woke up".I cheer excitedly. I had been watching you for hours now and I am glad you are alive and kicking again.

I let you yelled for awhile and decided to come for your rescue. Putting on a jump suit, I flung the door open. "Hey there, so good to see you. I am here in this building alone for two days. My name is Jack" I spoke while busy untying you.
My hair in a mess and I look like a victim just like you.

 

[Becaa57]

I look around the room.
So another person in here? At least a guy!!
"What is this, whats going on?"

"Who are you"
"How long have you been here"

 

[Pleasuretiger]

I repeated what I had just said. " I am Jack. I don't know how long I've been here. I found a few rooms and few locked doors. Seems like we are allow to access only to to few rooms. Who are you then?" I pretend to ask.

" Oh oh my god..... I recognized you. You are a singer. Eerrr ... " I pretend trying to remember your name.

 

[Becaa57]

Listening to him ramble on.
"But why????"

" Oh oh my god..... I recognized you. You are a singer. Eerrr ... "

smiling in spite of the situation.
"I'm Becca thank you for recognizing me, most people don't'
then remembering
"I guess helps I'm still dressed in my show outfit"

"Uhmm hate to be indelicate but is there a bathroom we can use? "

"You've been here days, how do you get food? Is there anyone else here?"

 

[Pleasuretiger]

"Ok Becca, I don't know why we are here but I can tell you all that I know. We are being monitored. Look at those cameras, is everywhere. I had not seen anyone but food are served at the dining room at the right hours and yes, I found a clean bathroom and wardrobe filled with clothes." I explained calmly.

Then heading the door, I invite "come I will show you the bathroom and clean clothes. We can find the way out later."

I leads you down the corridor, entering room no 5 and it is a bedroom. With attached bathroom and a huge wardrobe just as my descriptions.

 

[Becaa57]

"Ok Jack, slow down. You're talking a mile a minute"

"How long have you been here?"

I follow you to the bathroom, noticing that while we seem to be in a huge warehouse of some kind, the liiving spaces, don't want to call them cells. Are nicely done. New and not cheap furniture. The bed I was in was very comfy.

Going into the bathroom, it too is first class, multi headed shower, soaking tub.
plenty of towels and supplies. Looking at the soap and shampoo, I'm surprised to see it's the kind I use

Jack gives me privacy in this area. I take a shower, then with the towel wrapped. I check out the wardrobe
less surprised to find clothes that will fit me perfectly and are in my style, although some of them far more sexual than I would wear

I walk out dressed more in street clothes. Slacks and a blouse over bra and panty and a camisole. So I can leave the blouse unbuttoned a bit.

"Ok, whomever is behind this has done some research on me, Are you finding the same in your area?"
"Where is your area if you don't mind showing me?"

"Also what time do we eat. I would normally get a big breakfast after a show, but didn't get that this morning"

 

[Pleasuretiger]

I gave you a confuse look and reply "my area? I found this room and I am using it. There are his clothing in that wardrobe over there." I open it and pull out a jacket for myself.

"Come follow me. The breakfast is in the dining room downstairs. I hope it is not locked."

As we walk towards the dining room, I further answer to your questions."I don't remember how long been here, probably two to three days. I last remember saying in a yacht and when I woke up, I am here. There is no way out . I heard a man's voice on my first day here. He says welcome, the game has just begun"

I found the door open. "There you are, the door is not lock

 

[Becaa57]

"They set me up with a room a bathroom and wardrobe, did they not give you something similar???"
Getting worried that this is turning into much more of a stalker scenario

Listening to what you're say is only making me more worried

"Game??? What game, and there must be a way out, have you looked???"

I'm starving so we go in

Seeing a buffet table, like in a conference or a hotel breakfast bar

scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage hashbrowns
juice machine and toaster

I grab some food, sit down to eat
although a lot less appetite

saying softly

"Ok, they are probably also listening, but after we eat I want to find a way out"

"I'm not going going to just sit here"