Secret admirer (Open to 1 male. Please PM before posting.)

[Perfume]

OOC: I've found my mystery man...the thread is now closed to new posters. Thanks!

IC: Anika answered the door and stepped aside to let the policeman in. He walked to the center of her living room and took a visual sweep of the room and turned to face her. He was very large and the rest of the room seemed to shrink around him. He smiled at her.

"Thank you so much for coming," she said. "I feel really silly bringing you out here, but I'm just starting to get a little worried." She spun the opal ring on her finger nervously.

"It's perfectly okay, ma'am," he said easily. "What seems to be the problem?" The officer pulled a small notebook from his pocket and uncapped a pen.

"Well, it's probably nothing...but lately odd things have been happening to me. It started a few days ago when I went out to my car after getting off of work around 10. There was a rose on my windshield."

"A rose?" he said. "And where do you work?"

"I just started waitressing at Oliver's on Commercial Street downtown," she answered. She saw the detective write this down in his book and then lifted his eyes to her.

"So you're concerned over a rose?" he said teasingly. Embarrased, she hastened to clarify.

"No, no. It's not just that," she said. "There have been a few other things as well." She cleared her throat. "I've been getting hang up calls that aren't showing up on the caller ID. And a pizza was delivered to my house that night and the delivery guy told me that it was paid for already, that it was a gift from a friend." she said. "And it was a pesto pizza--which is my favorite. Who could have known that?" She could hear how her voice was shaking but couldn't steady it. "And there was a dirty song dedicated to me on the radio! My name is Anika...who else has that name? It has to be about me!"

"And the next day," she continued "there was a piece of paper on the seat of my car...it was..." She silently cursed herself for the blush she felt creeping up to her cheeks. "It was...pornagraphy," she finished softly. The detective's eyebrows raised and one corner of his lip curled into a smirk.

"Pornagraphy?" he repeated. She felt her blush deepen and she began to spin her ring again.

"Yes....I think it's from a magazine; I don't know for sure. It was a picture of a girl who was...well, who was naked...and she was...um...tied up." The detective gave a bemused grin and snapped his notebook shut and pocketed it.

"And do you still have this picture?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. "I certainly didn't want to keep it, but I thought it would be something you would like to see." She walked to her desk and pulled the picture out of a drawer. She held the folded paper by a corner with two fingers, and handed it to him with a grimace of disgust. He smoothed it open and smiled.

"Well, yes. It certainly is something I'd like to see." He locked eyes with her and smiled and then looked back at the page. "You know...the girl in this picture looks remarkably like you." His voice was loaded with innuendo.

"It does not!" she gasped, offended. "She has red hair like I do, that's all! That's not...I mean, I would never..." she sputtered, hating herself for her inability to be articulate with her anger with this cop who was taking so many liberties.

"Well, that's not all you seem to have in common," he said, his eyes lowering to her round and voluptuous breasts. She folded her arms protectively across them. He gave little laugh and started towards the door.

"Look, I don't think this is anything to be worried about," he said. "Sounds to me like an ex boyfriend just started missing the good stuff he used to have with you and is just trying to get you back. You'll be fine." He opened the door and started to leave. She rushed after him. The cop was disgusting for sure, but right now he was the only hope she had of finding out who was doing this to her.

"Wait!" she said and he paused, eyebrows raised. "I don't have an ex boyfriend! I just moved here a month ago from Louisiana...I don't even know anyone and I've never lived in a city before! I'm only 18! And anyway, I've never even..." she caught herself before she told this cop that she was a virgin.

"I mean, I've never even had a boyfriend before." she trailed off, seeing the look of amusement in the cop's eyes.

"Please," she said finally. "I don't know what to do and I'm really starting to get scared." The officer tilted his head and regarded her for a few seconds.

"Look, my advice to you is to get a tougher skin. This isn't a little town in the sticks that you're living in here and girls who look the way you do are going to get some...attention. Best just get used to it and learn how to shake it off," he said. His eyes once again rested on her breasts. "You never know," he said. "You might even start to enjoy it."

And with that he was gone.

 

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The letter arrived the next day. The paper was thin, not a kind inkjet printers would like. The typewriter had bruised it too.

"Did you enjoy your visit from the copper last night? Did he help you out? I guess he didn't, since he left pretty quickly, didn't he?

I like you Anika; otherwise why would I leave you a rose or send you your fave pizza? Don't be scared. I just want to be your friend.

Maybe I'll come around to Olivers. Again. What should I order? Maybe a pesto pizza. You'd recommend that, wouldn't you?

I'll see you soon, sweetie. Real soon."

 

[Perfume]

The fear slipped from her throat into her stomach as she read the letter. Oh God...how did he know that she had called the police? Did he know where she lived? Was he watching her right now?

Anika felt suddenly exposed and quickly went from room to room and pulled the curtains and double checked the locks on the doors. Who was this guy? Her mind was racing. Apparently, he knew her from Oliver's. Or was that just a trick? Oh God!

Anika suddenly felt herself feeling even younger than her 18 years and she began to cry. She wished she could go home...but there was no home any more. Her mother, the beginning and end of her family, had died and there was nothing she could do about that. For better or for worse, she was alone and had to take care of herself now. The insurance money was almost gone...the move from Louisanna and the money needed to get and furnish her apartment had eaten almost all of it. Despite her fear of the unknown man, she couldn't just leave her job. And she was running late.

Anika crumpled the letter into a ball and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. She had to get dressed--she had no time left to feel sorry for herself.

Walking into her bedroom, she donned the uniform for her shift at Olivers: a short pleated black skirt and a tight and cleavage-bearing white Oxford shirt. Anika tried the stretch the shirt that was clinging so tightly to her breasts that the outline of her silver bra was clearly visable--but the material was unforgiving. Despite the revealing nature of the uniform, Anika did take comfort in its resemblence to the Catholic school girl uniform she had worn as a younger girl. It reminded her of her values and of her dedication to stay pure.

A quick glance at her watch and Anika realized just how late she was. Grabbing her purse and her cell phone, she rushed to her car and turned the key. To her horror, the car's engine was silent. Over and over she tried to bring the engine to life but the engine remained quiet.

"No!" She slammed her fist against the steering wheel in frustration. Oliver's wasn't the most classy joint, but it was the only place that would hire an 18 year old girl with no work history. If she lost this job she was in trouble.

As she tried the key one more time, please please please, her cell phone rang.

 

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"Well now, hi there. Is that Ms Anika? Hey, you got a friend." The line went silent for a moment.

"This is Joe's Auto Rescue. Hello Ma'm, you still there? We got a call that your poor lil car is sick, so we're comin' right out to give her some good lovin'"

The voice on the line stopped. The man cleared his throat.

"Don't you worry now, cos your friend, who called in your problem, he already organised a cab for you. It should be there right now, take you on to work, and all. We'll have your car back to your drive this evening, all fixed, thanks to your friend. Ain't that good news?"

There was the sound of a horn honking. In the rear view mirror Anika could see a rusty Chrysler, with a cab light on the roof.

 

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Anika sat frozen at the steering wheel as a burly, balding man leaned out the window of the cab and yelled, "Hey...are you Anneeka? I'm aspossed to take you to work."

Her mind was reeling with surprise and indecision. What was going on? The day was getting hotter by the minute and Anika felt a bead of sweat slide down between her breasts.

The cabbie honked the horn. "You comin'?" he yelled. "I ain't got forever, lady."

Anika didn't have the time to think even if she had actually been capable of thought at the moment. She had to get to work. She realized she was still holding her cellphone dumbly to her ear and she mumbled, "Thank you" to the man on the other line and snapped it closed. Never forget your manners, she heard her mother's voice say in her head. She grabbed her purse and headed over toward the cab.

The cabbie whistled appreciatively as Anika approached. "Nice," he said and too late Anika realized that her shirt was almost transparent from the perspiration of her body. "You must be the new girl that's making all the guys hot over at Oliver's. If you're on the menu now, I'll have to be seeing you for my lunch break," he said and then his laugh turned into a smoker's cough.

If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all...Again, her mother's words were in her mind. Clutching her purse, Anika climbed into the hot, sour atmosphere of the cab and they were off. With any luck, she'd only be a few minutes late and hopefully Oliver, the owner, wouldn't fire her.

"What kind of name is Anneeka anyway?" the cabbie asked, leering at her in the rearview mirror.

"It's pronounced Ahnika," she said, "And it was my mother's name." She leaned forward. "Um, excuse me," she began. "I was wondering if you could tell me the name of the man who called you to come pick me up?"

 

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He looked in the mirror as he accelerated, throwing her back in her seat.

"Sylvia, she tells me where to pick up, where to set down." He looked at Anika again and made a sharp left. "She don't do names or pack drill. I'd have thought you'd know him anyhow." He studied the road, with a little shake of the head.

There was a crackle and the radio sounded. Sylvia's voice sounded over the airwaves. "Hey Snoop."

"Hey babe."

"Change of plan for your fare. He says take her to Lomax Park. The entrance by the sports fields; he's still paying."

"No problem." He looked up into the mirror and met Anika's eyes. His own eyes scrunched into laughter lines and he put his foot down on the gas pedal. "I Guess it's surprise day for you, uh?"

 

[Perfume]

"Change of plan for your fare. He says take her to Lomax Park. The entrance by the sports fields; he's still paying."

"No problem." He looked up into the mirror and met Anika's eyes. His own eyes scrunched into laughter lines and he put his foot down on the gas pedal. "I Guess it's surprise day for you, uh?"

"What?!" she gasped. "No, I can't go there...I have to go to work," she said. Her brain wasn't working right...there were too many thoughts competing for attention.

"Sorry cutie, I just work here. I go where I'm told to go." Popping open the glove box, he withdrew a pack of cigarettes and drove with his knees while he lit the crumped tip.

"Well, I'm telling you where to go!" she shouted over the wind from the front windows that was whipping her red hair into flames. "I need to go to Oliver's on Commercial Street. You can't be seriously taking me where some stranger tells you to! That's outrageous."

Snoop turned his head around to peer at her briefly before returning his eyes to the road; smoke blowing out of his nostrils. "Sorry lady...ain't gonna happen. You're going to Lomax Park and after that, it ain't my problem. I need the money, okay?"

Anika gripped the plastic of the front seat backs so hard that her nail pierced the material and she gritted her teeth.

"Listen, Mr...Snoop," she said in a voice that sounded more steady than she felt. "I demand that you pull this cab over right now or I will report you to the cab company."

Anika heard Snoop chuckling and looked towards the meter for the driver identification which was supposed to be posted there. There was nothing. No identification, and no meter. She could see nothing in the interior that distinguished the car as a cab at all.

Fear started to make her panic as the vehicle slowed for a stop sign. Slowly, Anika grabbed her purse with her left hand. She decided that she would make a run for it when the car stopped and take her chances on finding someone to help her. Keeping her eyes locked on Snoop in the rearview mirror, her hand slid to the door, feeling for the latch. All that her hand encountered was an armrest...the rest of the door was smooth.

Anika turned her eyes to it to see that there was no handle...in fact, there was no window crank, no door locks...nothing. A rush of air escaped her mouth as she checked the other door. It was a twin of the first. Oh God help me , she thought, her green eyes wet with the first tears of fear.

Snoops rasping laughter broke through her fear and she again found his beady eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Whatever he's paying you, I'll double it...triple it if you'll take me home. Please!" she pleaded. She felt her body beginning to shake.

"Sorry toots," he said, pulling over and putting the car in park. "There's no way you could even match it and even if you could, there's no way I'm getting on his bad side." He shuffled his weight around and turned to face her, an arm hanging off the back.

"Too bad though..." His eyes lingered on her large breasts and quickly, his hand darted out and flicked a nipple. Anika reared back in the seat, appalled by both the sting and the audacity. "I might have been willing to work out a trade. I always wanted to fuck a redhead..." he finished.

His eyes glanced downward and too late Anika realized that her legs had spread as she tried to push away from him. Quickly, she snapped them shut. She clutched her purse protectively over her breasts.

He licked his lips. "I wonder if the carpet matches the curtains..." he said, almost to himself. He began to reach down towards her skirt as if to lift it and Anika felt the fear rise....she raised her purse to try to hit him.

But the crunch of gravel beside them caused Snoop to pull his hand away as if he had been stung. Anika wildly looked out the window and saw a gleaming black stretch limosine, with opaque windows. Thank God, she thought and started screaming, "Help! Help!" and banged her firsts on the glass.

Snoop chuckled. "Oh you're going to get help alright." he said. "Your date is here."

 

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A man opened the door at the front of the limo and stepped out onto the gravel. To Anika he looked feral. He was small and wiry and wore a loud check jacket. He leaned on the open window next to Snoop. His bloodshot eyes gave her the once over. As they did he spoke.

"Snoop, you ain't been damagin' goods in transit have ya?"

"Not me man, I'm just doin' as I'm told."

"Good plan, I wouldn't want him upset when he gets to check her out." The man pushed the driver's shoulder and stuck his head in the cab. He smiled, showing uneven yellow teeth, like a rat's.

"My name's Johnny, sweetheart. Sorry if my friend here upset you, you know? He oughta learn some manners. Now, I'm gonna open the door and we're gonna take a walk over to the limo and you're goin' to get in the back like the well behaved little girl you were brought up as, OK?"

Johnny moved to the back door of the "cab" and Anika noticed that the limo's rear door had opened. It gaped onto blackness, like a night sky - except there were no stars.

 

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"My name's Johnny, sweetheart. Sorry if my friend here upset you, you know? He oughta learn some manners. Now, I'm gonna open the door and we're gonna take a walk over to the limo and you're goin' to get in the back like the well behaved little girl you were brought up as, OK?"

Anika's first reaction was to try to bolt as soon as the car's door opened, but her mind quickly rejected that option. The field was in a deserted part of town and the field was wide and flat...there was no place to hide. She was pretty sure she could outrun Snoop, his wheezing breaths indicated a man who would have a hard time getting out of the cab, let alone chasing a fit young girl down.

But Johnny was a different story. With his dingy teeth and his bloodshot eyes, she knew he wasn't the picture of health. But there was something wild about him. She wasn't sure she could win a race with him, not in heels anyway, and she felt nauseous at the thought of what he would do to her if he caught her.

Anika decided that, for now, the best thing to do would be to leave the rancid air of Snoop's car and enter the limo...for one thing, there would be more room if she had to defend herself and though she didn't know where the limo would be heading, she knew that anyplace would be better for an escape than the field she was currently sitting in.

When Johnny opened the back door of Snoop's car, she grabbed her purse and cautiously slid out. She kept her eyes solidly on Johnny in case he made any sudden moves.

"That's a good girl," he said as she bent low to enter the limo's darkness. As she entered she remembered her cell phone. Why hadn't this occurred to her before? If she could just be quiet and still on the ride, she might be able to get it out of her purse and dial 911 without Johnny noticing. It was the only chance she had.

She felt her body shaking and was helpless to stop it. She wanted to wake up...she wanted to be home...she wanted her mother. She couldn't help it: she started to cry.

 

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Johnny closed the door; it thudded like a stone sealing a tomb. With a quiet surge of the engine the limosine moved away slowly, rejoining the road that ran round the circumference of Lomax Park. The darkness inside suited its passenger as he sat on the seat facing Anika. Her fellow traveller didn't speak for a while, he just looked at her as she sat up on the seat, trying to control her sobs.

"I like that uniform," he said eventually, from the shadows playing around him. "I suppose that's why I started going to Olivers; the place hired such pretty girls in such - imaginative - costume. I noticed you there when you started." He adjusted his position on the seat; his exact outline was hard to see, his dark blue suit blending with the darkness, his face tucked back into the corner. In his hand he held an ebony coloured cane, its silver tip on the carpet at his feet. He reached over, holding out a white handkerchief for her. It exuded the faint scent of lavender.

"That's when I decided to help you." From beside him he picked up a manilla folder and tossed it onto her seat. "Your life story." He let her look through the folder that included her birth certificate, pictures of her home town, her family.

"Oh, yes, you might be interested to know you have a brother. Well, a half brother. Your mother didn't like to talk about that - it was from back before she married your father. You see, I know more about you than you know about yourself."

He let the car purr on a little before he reached out with the cane, running the cool metal tip up her ankle and along the back of her calf. There was a knock on the smoked glass partition that separated them from the driver and Johnny.

"I just want to be your friend," he said, in a low voice, its expression caught between oily faux friendship and the brittleness of ice. "Make sure you keep your job at the restaurant, for example. I wouldn't like to see you get into trouble for not turning up today."

The door next to Anika opened and the loud music of a steam organ blared into the car.

"Especially if they found out you went off to the funfair that's in town this week end, instead of coming in." He leaned forward and she could see that he was a well built man who obviously didn't need the cane to help him walk. His face was still half in shadow but his jaw line was well defined and darkened with designer stubble. He grinned.

"Shall we go take a ride on the big wheel? Have some candyfloss?" He reached over and put a hand on her knee. "Let's see how I can help you?"

 

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Anika's eyes were shut, unaware that she wasn't alone until she heard the voice..."I like that uniform." Her head snapped up and her eyes froze on the man in the shadows before her.

As he continued to speak, Anika was petrified. So this was the man behind all of this! She couldn't see him clearly, but his suit and the limo weren't the only things that defined him as a man of means. His speech was elegant, his accent vaguely European.

He reached out and lifted a handkerchief to her face, the distinct aroma of lavender reaching her nose. She didn't take it and he let it flutter to her lap. Her breath was still ragged from the sobbing, but she was too frightened to cry anymore.

She heard him tell her he was there to help her and tossed her a folder, its contents slipping onto her seat. An image she recognized as her mother caught her attention and she took a sharp breath.

She lifted the folder and shuffled through them: Her birth certificate; a copy of her driver's license; her college transcripts. A picture of her as a baby posing with the family dog; yearbook photos of her as a cheerleader, photos of her house, of her church, of her mother and father...pictures of her sleeping in her new apartment!

And finally, a duplicate of the picture of the bound redheaded woman that had been left in her car. She looked up sharply and took a breath to speak when he continued,

"Oh, yes, you might be interested to know you have a brother. Well, a half brother. Your mother didn't like to talk about that - it was from back before she married your father. You see, I know more about you than you know about yourself." And then he slid the ice cold tip of his cane on her leg and she jerked away.

Anika felt lightheaded and felt like she might faint...a brother? He was lying! Her mother was as pure as she was...how dare he say such filth?

She dimly heard a knock on glass and him telling her he was her friend. She felt herself fainting and knew that she must do whatever it took to clear her head. She saw him leaning towards her...saw the size of his chest and the obvious physical power he contained in his suit. Dizzily, she wondered why he had a cane.

She bit her cheek and felt the metal taste of her blood. The first thing she became fully aware of was organ music...the sound of a carnival.

"Shall we go take a ride on the big wheel? Have some candyfloss?" She felt the dry heat of his hand engulf her knee "Let's see how I can help you?"

"Help me?" she said. "Take me home! I won't go anywhere with you...I don't want your help! And I don't believe anything you say!" Anika lunged out of the open door of the limo, aware that the man made no move to stop her.

As she rushed to step out of the limo and onto the gravel, her heel twisted and she fell, her skirt flying up around her waist, revealing the delicate white lace of her panties. Even now, in this horrible situation, all she heard was her mother's screaming at her, cover yourself! Do you want people to think you're a slut?.

 

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"Help me?" she said. "Take me home!"

"But I'm taking you out," he said, calmly. "Our first date."

"I won't go anywhere with you...I don't want your help! And I don't believe anything you say!"

He smiled, sitting still as she fell from the car.

People closed in from the crowd and uttered words of sympathy but it was Johnny who reached her first. As he did so, he stepped on her phone that had skittered from her bag.

"Oh, sweetie, are you OK?" His hands were under her arms and pulling her up. He was reassuring other people that she was OK, who then moved away. "Damn, I'm careless. I'll get onto the phone company right away, get you a replacement." From the door of the car, the stranger watched as Anika pawed at her short skirt, as if following some order she heard in her head to cover herself up.

Johnny pulled her up, sitting her on the open door of the car. His hands brushed her breasts but then he looked up, over her shoulder and stepped away.

From behind Anika, a voice rumbled in her ear.

"I hope you didn't hurt yourself." The man from the car stepped past her, his strong hand sliding down her arm, taking her own hand and lifting her up to her feet. He pulled her along, Johhny following.

"Don't make a fuss Anika." He turned to her, the sound of the organ blaring in her ears. "Let's have fun." He held her wrists and pulled her along. His eyes were covered with dark glasses but his smile twisted across his tanned face.

"Let's take a ride on the wheel." He pulled her wrists again and Johnny paid for the three of them to take the ride into the sky.

 

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Anika's head hurt and a thin trickle of blood was on her knee. The stranger held her wrists in his large strong hands and pulled her towards the ride. Anika was still disoriented and couldn't think clearly. Surely she should scream...should call for help to the people at the carnival but she still couldn't catch her breath.

"Let's take a ride on the wheel."she heard him say, and a moment later a metal bar was strapped across her waist, trapping her with the stranger, Johnny in the car beind them. "No..." she mewed.

As the car lifted, a light breeze blew her pleated skirt back, revealing her the tops of her lean and muscular thighs and the small triangle of her panties. She struggled to pull it down, but the stranger still held her wrists. Her thin shirt clung to her heaving breasts and she was aware that the fright had made her nipples hard and clear against the material.

Even through her fear, she felt ashamed of the how large and firm her breasts were. Her mother had said they were a challenge from God. God is testing you, Anika, her mother had told her when she was only 14. Men will want to touch those...to do dirty things with those. And if you let them, you will be as dirty as they are. God wants you to be strong, to be pure.

And so she had tried to hide them. She had tried wearing bras that were too small, but that only made it worse. They bulged over the tops and drew stares from men that made her feel guilty. She exercised daily, hoping that if she stayed lean her breasts wouldn't be so large. But it didn't work, and the smallness of her waist and the smoothness of her flat belly only accented them. Finally, she started wearing sweatshirts and jackets to cover herself.

But Oliver wouldn't allow her to wear anything over her uniform at work. "Tits and ass, baby," the snake had said to her. "That's what my customers want. You don't like it...you can take a walk." She had lowered her eyes...she was broke and needed that job.

"Okay, then." he said. "Keep the shirt tight and the tits high. And if they want to look...you let 'em." He belched and didn't excuse himself, the pig. "And if I want to look, you let me...you got it? Just be glad I'm not touching." He chortled and she spun around and ran out of the room. "Don't go away mad, sweetheart!" she heard him laughing in his office.

And now, once again...her body was betraying her. Her thighs quivering, her breasts large and proud. Her skin where he was touching her was burning. She'd never been touched this long by a man before...had never been this exposed to a man before. Her body was reacting and she couldn't stop it any more than she could stop the wheel from turning.

The man was gorgeous...strong and tan and polished. His teeth were white and even and she felt the waves of power and confidence rolling off of him. She hated herself for even noticing how attractive he was...more shame fell on her and she averted her eyes.

"Who are you?" she pleaded. "Why are you doing this to me?"

 

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The big wheel came to a halt, giving everyone a chance of a view from the top. The car that they were in rocked a little in the breeze and the stranger caught his hand on her thigh under the short skirt. He spoke calmly as he did so, as if he wasn't interested in the soft feel of her warm skin.

"Oliver is a friend of mine." He looked around and pointed to the town centre some distance off. "You get a good view from up here don't you," he said and looked at her, letting his eyes rake over her body.

"Like I said, I'm a good friend of Oliver and I know that he takes on pretty girls and that sometimes he finds that, how shall we say? They don't have all the confidence that they might to do the special jobs that he needs them to do."

The wheel began to move again, the car rocking a little more.

"So then, he gets me to help out. With you for instance, he sees great potential in you." He let his hand stroke her leg. "If only you were a bit less up tight." He grinned at her. "So, my job is to loosen you up a bit. Get you used to a few things. Like being looked at. To show you that its a good thing to be as pretty as you."

The operator let them out of the seat and the stranger felt confident enough not to hold her so tightly, as they wandered around the various stalls, with the music blaring loudly.

"You'd like to have more opportunities at work wouldn't you? Well if you let me help you, I can make sure that you get them. Some of them could be worth quite a lot of money to you. You do need to the work, don't you?"

They slowly began to circle back towards the car.

 

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Anika was slowly recovering from her fear and was no longer in a blind panic. Maybe it was because she was in a crowd of people and would surely be free of him before long. She knew that neither he nor Johnny would attempt to harm her in public.

The only thing that kept her from screaming and running was the bit of her that needed to know more about what he had said about her mother; about her having a half-brother. She knew it was a lie...but why would he even say such a thing? Why had he gone to such trouble over her specifically? Surely there were other pretty girls that would be willing to do....whatever it was he wanted from her.

As they started to circle back to the car, Anika could no longer hold her tongue or her temper.

"You're lying, I know that you are." She saw his eyebrows raise and the sudden anger in her voice. "You're lying about all of it...about my mother, about having a half-brother...about doing jobs for Oliver? Please, how stupid do you think I am? I'm supposed to believe that Mr. Rich Limo is working for a sleezy slob who owns this town's version of a Hooters and pays minimum wage? I'm not buying it. I'm not buying any of it." She stopped walking and faced him.

"You want to know the truth? I think you're just a perverted man with more money than class. I mean, please! Sending me sick pictures of a girl that supposedly looks like me, all tied up? Collecting pictures of my life and making up some story to try to intimidate me? That's how you get your kicks? You disgust me." If Anika wasn't such a lady, she would have spat on him. "And by the way..." she said, "I will never need money that badly."

"I think our date is over." She wrenched her hands free of his now loose grip and turned and ran. Within seconds, she had disappeared into the noise and chaos of the crowd.

 

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The man reached out a hand, catching Johnny's shirt. He shook his head. "Don't bother chasing her."

"But boss..."

He looked into the crowd. "Where's she going to go? We'll meet her again." He drew out his phone and made a call.

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Oliver drummed his fingers on the top of the counter, waiting for Anika to pick up. When it went to her answer phone he turned his back to the lunch time crowd in his restaurant and muttered into the phone.

"Listen to me, Miss high and fuckin' mighty. I just got a call from a friend of mine who is very disappointed in you. Seems you ran out on him after he offers to do me a favour and help you out too. This guy he don't like to be pissed around, you know, so he says I have to tell you. He said you already seen a picture of a girl and to say, that can happen to you too. To those who don't do as they're told. Anyhow, from me? Get your sorry lil ass down here to work ASAP or he says you'll get to read about your half brother in the papers real soon, whatever that shit means.

See, you disappointed me, girlie. I don't give a fuck about you or your brother or whatever. I just want you doing what you're paid for and showing off that body in my store. Right now."

He hung up.

 

[Perfume]

Anika pressed play on her answering machine and listened to the growling of her boss. She heard his words, "Get your sorry lil ass down here to work ASAP or he says you'll get to read about your half brother in the papers real soon, whatever that shit means."

Anika pressed delete. She had already considered calling the police, but after her first experience with them, she knew they'd be of no help. It was best to just...disappear. She didn't know what she'd do or where she'd go but she knew she couldn't stay here. Again with the story of her half-brother, she thought. Why hadn't he given her any proof since he was so obviously capable of investigation? No, she thought. The story was a lie. It was just an attempt to trick her into staying. But no way--she had to leave and never look back.

She'd been crying almost steadily since she arrived home yesterday after the carnival, brought to her door by a family that took pity on her and her story that her car had died. Her bleeding knee and tearstained face convinced them to help her and just like that...she was free of that man and his flunky.

But she knew he would be back. He was obviously determined. The only thing to do was to grab what she could carry and disappear. Maybe she should go back home to Louisiana; it was becoming quite clear to her that she couldn't handle the city life. Maybe someone at her old church would take her in.

But first, she needed cash. Today was payday and Anika knew that Oliver kept the checks in his office. It was the lunch rush and Anika knew that Oliver would be in the front, keeping an eye on the girls to make sure they kept their tits high and their smiles wide. She had to move quickly.

Anika took one last glance around her apartment...one that she hadn't been in long enough to even consider her home...and she left, throwing her stuffed backpack over her shoulder. She didn't even bother to lock the door.

Anika didn't know why the man had returned her car to her as promised, but she was thankful for small favors; there was no way she could escape without it. It had been cleaned and she noticed that even the broken radio had been replaced by one with a CD player.

She clicked it on and heared the song, "I will have you. Yes I will have you. I will find a way...and I will have you...you are an obsession. You're my obsession." Quickly she ejected the CD with a shudder and threw it out of the window.

With a turn of her key, the engine came to life and 15 minutes later, she was pulling behind Oliver's and waited to see if the coast was clear before entering through the delivery door.

 

[chris2c4u]

"Oh...My...God!" Sally beamed at Anika. "Where have you been? We have such a crowd in today, they're from the agency over on 5th. They are tipping like there's no tomorrow, they landed some account or something. Why aren't you dressed babe?" She shook her own barely covered breasts.

Anika looked at her friend and was about to speak when the door opened again and Oliver leered at her.

"You're late, sweetheart," he said. Behind her she felt a body pressed against her and a voice in her ear.

"You try and run away this time, it'll be your last," Johnny said. "You thought we didn't know where you were?" She smelt his stale breath as he whispered in her ear.

Oliver pushed a bemused Sally back out with the order she had come to collect and he walked over to Anika.

"Special order for you, sweetie. Your first lesson in gettin' looked at."

He nodded and Johnny began to pull at her clothes, then Oliver joined in, tugging at her until she was naked, writhing and crying out. They pinned her down on the floor and Oliver straddled her. He slapped her face.

"Listen. Do you hear?" He slapped her again. "I'm gonna let you up and you're goin' out there, in the restaurant, nude. You'll go to table 26. DO YOU HEAR? He'll be there. You take his order an' come back. Don't try anything. You don't want to make him mad. Got it?"

 

[Perfume]

"Oh...My...God" Sally shrieked, blowing Anika's cover. Quickly, she tried to shush Sally. What on earth was she doing in the delivery room of the resteraunt? Sally was the reason that blondes got a bad stereotype..she was always doing odd things.

"Quiet, Sally!" Anika hissed, in a loud whisper. "No one can know I'm here!" But Sally just gave her a vapid, confused look and then went on, "Where have you been? We have such a crowd in today, they're from the agency over on 5th. They are tipping like there's no tomorrow, they landed some account or something. Why aren't you dressed babe?" Sally's sharp, high-pitched voice rang echoed loudly in the room, and she jiggled her breasts and giggled. Anika groaned.

She was just about to flee...forget the money and just run; this wasn't working...when a door swung open and Oliver entered and smiled a smile as greasy as his hair, "You're late, sweetheart," he said, walking towards her.

Anika backed up and her ass hit someone behind her. A small but viciously strong arm flew across her breasts, painfully pinning her. She felt the bulge pushing her ass and knew instantly it was a man who held her. Another hand quickly covered her mouth as she tried to scream.

Sour breath reached her nose and a voice, Johnny's voice...Oh God! whispered, "You try and run away this time, it'll be your last. You thought we didn't know where you were?" Anika whimpered through his hand.

Her eyes widened towards Sally, pleading...trying to communicate that she needed help. Sally cracked her gum, looking innocently and vacantly at them. Oliver gave her a little smack on her ass and turned her towards the door. Sally giggled and shrugged and walked out of the room, her bleach blonde ponytail bobbing after her. Then Oliver turned towards Anika.

"Special order for you, sweetie. Your first lesson in gettin' looked at." Oliver didn't seem angry...he seemed excited. A small strand of spit escaped the corner of his mouth and he absently wiped it away. He looked her up and down, taking in her jeans and her extra large sweatshirt and reached behind him into the waistband of his pants. His hand returned with a gun and Anika's blood ran cold. He raised an eyebrow, silently asking her a question...Do you get the picture?

Anika's knees grew weak and she lost strength in her legs but Johnny tightened his hold across her breasts easily, consticting her breathing. Helpless and terrified, Anika nodded to Oliver. She understood. He smiled a hungry smile and nodded to Johnny.

Johnny's hand came away from her mouth and his arm released their hold on her. Anika fell to the floor and with great speed Johnny was on her, tearing at her clothes. She felt material give way and heard the ripping. She did not scream, terrified of the gun that Oliver held, but she whimpered and tried in vain to protect herself. Then Oliver fell on her, too, and like a pack of animals, they ripped at her and soon she was exposed, her virginal, suple body on display for the first time in her life. Tears of shame poured from Anika's eyes as she tried to cover herself with her hands.

Johnny grabbed her wrists with ease and pinned them over her head and Oliver grunted as he straddled her. She could barely see his face over the large girth of his stomach. His weight was suffocating her and she struggled to breathe.

SMACK! Oliver stuck her face, and she felt the heat from the blow. "Listen. Do you hear?" SMACK! Another impact and Anika was helpless to stop the pain. Her eyes returned to the gun he held in his other hand and she was still, but for the trembling of her breasts.

"I'm gonna let you up and you're goin' out there, in the restaurant, nude. You'll go to table 26.. DO YOU HEAR? He'll be there. You take his order an' come back. Don't try anything. You don't want to make him mad. Got it?" He leaned down towards her face and his belly made contact with her breasts. Anika felt her nipples grow hard from the contact and squeezed her eyes shut at the way her body betrayed her.

Oliver brought the cold metal of the gun to her mouth and pushed in inside. She felt it clack on her teeth and her tongue was pushed against the barrel. She began to gag.

"And in case you think that you're going to try your little tricks again, girly...remember...we know how to find you Anika and there are worse places I can stick this gun than in your mouth. We understand each other?" Anika nodded quickly, eyes wide and desperate for air.

Satisfied that Anika would comply, he allowed himself a lingering look at her breasts, heaving under his nose. He licked his lips...started to lower his mouth, and then Johnny cleared his throat. Oliver blinked and withdrew, her mouth free of the acrid taste of the gun and her body finally free of his weight.

Oliver threw down an order pad and a pencil and growled one word: "NOW."

Slowly Anika rose, he legs still shaking. Her fear was great...she saw no way out of this. The arrival of the gun finally trumped everything: Her fear of death was greater than her shame...although it didn't eliminate it. She couldn't believe what she was going to have to do.

Clutching the pad and the pencil, Anika hesitated at the door. The resteraunt would be full...everyone would see her...the provacative breasts that she had tried for so long to hide...the roundness of her ass, the red pubic hair like fire against the milk of her skin. How could she do this?!? And then the cold metal of the gun pushed at the base of her spine and she took a deep, trembling breath and moved through the door and into the crowd toward table number 26.

 

[chris2c4u]

First, there was a silence as Anika entered the room. Then someone laughed. Others began to applaud. The cat calls began soon after and she walked quickly towards table 26.

He sat back in his chair, a smile on his lips. His dark eyes flicked across her body and he didn't speak as they calling and the lewd remarks of the other diners still echoed around his waitress.

"Your fuckin' birthday, buddy? You got a good one there."

Another voice drew more laughter. "Hey sweetie, turn around I want another look at those tits."

The stranger picked up a glass of red wine and sipped from it, looking down at the menu without speaking. After a minute he looked up.

"You look a little red in the face. Did the fresh air agree with you this afternoon?" He smirked and gave his order quickly. "Steak, medium. A salad. Bring it out to me when it's ready." He crooked his finger at her and leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table, waiting for her to move closer. He spoke in a low voice but kept a smile on his face.

"You know Johnny and Oliver, they're very loyal to me. Let's say, for instance you started making a fuss here, trying to get someone to help you? You'd end up back in the kitchen and have to wait for me to decide what to do with you." He picked up his glass and swirled the wine.

"Now, if you're a sensible girl, you do as you're told and then we'll begin sorting out your problems. Get you used to liking that very nice body that everyone is ogling right now, get you used to being seen naked. I mean, you wouldn't want to end up like your mother was, would you? They do say some whores don't mind fucking for money because they don't like themselves very much."

He leaned back, looking at her face with a steady gaze. "Off you go."

 

[Perfume]

Anika's body burned with shame, even her breasts had a rosy glow.

"I mean, you wouldn't want to end up like your mother was, would you? They do say some whores don't mind fucking for money because they don't like themselves very much."

She spun around, doing her best to ignore the catcalling of the other patrons, "Oh Miss! Come take MY order!" and "Well, I guess we've just seen the desert menu."

Tears streamed down her face but as his words reached her they became tears of anger; her shame giving way to the stronger emotion. She turned back around to face the man at the table and leaned down to him, no longer even concerned about her nakedness.

"Who. Are. You." she asked, each word punctuated by a slam of her small fist on the table...the water glass trembling with every strike. "I want to know your name."

 

[chris2c4u]

There was laughter from a table nearby.

"You got her pissed man, look, she scares me, that lil fist bangin'."

He met her eyes. His words were as cold as dry ice, sinking down and curling their coldness through her veins.

"Mother wouldn't be pleased with you would she? Look at you. Bent over a table, naked." He looked over her shoulder. "Yes, they're getting a good view back there. A nice view of your pussy." He smiled.

"You can call me Michael. Like the angel. I'm here to look out for you sweetheart." His smile disappeared. "Now go take my order."

 

[Perfume]

Anika couldn't have said anything then if she had wanted to. Was this man...was he telling her that he was her...brother? It couldn't be true...it couldn't!

But yet she saw the truth in his eyes. His anger was not a farce and this was no trick. Her brother? She paused, started to say something...and then left the room. The jeers from the patrons were now just a dull roar in her ears.

She walked through the double doors to the kitchen and saw that Oliver was standing there waiting with a plate. On it was a steaming steak and a salad. Before she could say anything, Oliver said, "We know what he eats. And he doesn't like to be kept waiting, does he? Go on, girly, take it to him. God knows you've kept him waiting enough."

And just like that she was back in the chaos of the room. More cheers greeted her, but it was...easier...this time.

Slowly she placed the plate in front of him. When his eyes met hers...she saw for the first time that they were her eyes...the eyes of her mother. Cautiously she said, "We should talk."

 

[chris2c4u]

He accepted the food and noticed her eyes widen as he locked his gaze with hers.

"We should talk," he heard her say and he supressed a smile.

"Wait in the kitchen," he said dismissively. He finished his meal and afterwards stood. Those who remembered his waitress clapped as he made his way back towards the service doors and called out what they hoped he would do to her.

He pushed the swing door open and strode in. Johnny came to his side. "I tied her up, out the way boss. She's over here."

Michael followed his underling to a far corner, where the still naked Anika was tied by ropes to a chair.

He sat, facing her. He ran his hand along one of the ropes that restrained her.

"We shoud talk, you said." He looked into her eyes.

"So talk."

 

[Perfume]

"We shoud talk, you said." He looked into her eyes. "So talk." The ropes bound into Anika's body fiercely. Her arms were tied to the lower part of the chair behind her back, pushing her breasts up and out. A length of thick rope wound around one of her nipples, chaffing it painfully everytime she tried to struggle. Another length of rope snaked around her belly.

Her legs were spread open, each ankle tied to a back rung of the chair. Her pussy was open, soft pink lips framed by ginger hair that had never seen sunlight.

"Please," she said. "If you're really my brother then untie me. And then we can go somewhere and talk. You don't have to do this to me. Please, I'm scared." Anika wanted to find out more about how it was that she had a brother...how that fact could exist with what she knew about her mother's virtues...the virtues she had so fully built into her daughter. But the pain of the ropes and the humilation of her available naked body made it too difficult for her to concentrate. And although she couldn't see it, she knew that the gun was nearby.