As promised, here is part 2 of the 4 part story.
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So, I have one of those evil, vindictive bodies that likes to get up super early in the morning after a night of drinking. At 5:10 AM I am heading to the bathroom, I'm not puking yet, but there is still that possibility. After a few glasses of water I stumble downstairs and fall onto the couch.
By 10:00 I am functioning well enough to head back upstairs for a long shower and to get dressed. Heading back downstairs, I grumble about my choice of renting a 2-story townhouse. Food is next on my list, and after three weeks of hell at work, there's not much left. I find a slice of pizza, 4 restaurant packets of jelly, and the end of a box of Nilla Wafers. The breakfast of champions. I need to go grocery shopping.
Rifling through my kitchen, I write down everything I'm out of, which is basically everything. I grab my keys, take a deep breath, and head out into the bright, shiny, noisy world. "FUCK!" Who stole my car? My car's gone! Where the hell is my car? I take another deep breath and try thinking. Drinking, I remember drinking. I remember that scary club. I remember the shadow man, but it takes a few minutes to remember his name was Dustin. I remember Brian was in town. Dan and Brian drove me home. My car is at the club. Yes! My car has not been stolen. I wait a few moments for my heart rate to return to normal. Now what?
About an hour later, I'm in the back of a cab, driving toward the factory district. The cab driver questioned the address, but eventually he started driving. Once we get into the factory district itself, and I see the row after row of abandoned and decaying building. I am starting to get very nervous. What if no one's there, how am I supposed to get my car out? What if that man is there? Even worse, what if he's not? I'm about to chicken out, to tell the cab driver to take me back home, when he turns a corner, and I can see the taller factory, standing proudly above all the other factories. Shit, now what do I do?
The cab slows to a stop in front of the brick building; the only thing marring its façade is an ominous pair of steel double doors. The driver looks at me, waiting. I fish some cash out of my pocket, and ask if he'll wait until someone opens the doors. He says he will.
Taking a deep breath, I exit the cab and walk up to the double doors. There is no bell or buzzer, just a keypad. So I knock on the doors. Half of me is hoping that no one answers, the other half hopes the shadow man opens the doors. I knock again, louder this time. I wait a bit more, and just as I'm about to turn away, I hear something behind the door. A few second later the door swings open. The bartender from last night is standing there.
"Umm, hi. I left my car in the back parking lot yesterday. I was wondering if I could get it?"
The bartender stares at me for a moment, the steps back to let me in. I turn and wave to the cab driver, thanking him for waiting. I watch as he slowly starts to drive away. I feel alone, and a little scared watching him drive off.
I remember the bartender from last night. Mid to late 20's, blue eyes, tan skin, bald, with those big arms bodybuilders have. He made really good margaritas.
I walk into the club, as the bartender closes the door, the lock sounding ominous as it echoes through the hall. There is an elevator off to one side, and a hallway straight ahead. The bartender leads me down the hallway, past several doors, and into the main room, the one we were in last night. It's as big as I remember it. He heads behind the bar and I take a seat on a barstool. He pulls out his cell phone, hits one button and waits.
In a slightly forced, cheerful voice "Hey boss."{pause} "Someone's here to get their car. You wanna come down and unlock the gate?" {another pause and he pulls the phone away from his ear}
I watch as he looks at his phone, scowling. He pushes the one button again. {pause} "Hey Dustin. There's a TALL REDHEAD sitting at the bar. She left her car here LAST NIGHT and wants to get it." Not very subtle. The conversation continues on the other end for a few seconds more before he hangs up.
"Is that him? Dustin? Why did you have to call him?" I don't want to know, but I had to ask.
"Yeah, that was him. He's my boss. He wanted to know if you ever showed up again. He'll be down in a bit. He said you could have a drink while you waited. I'm Harper by-the-way." My head drops down onto the bar. Why did he have to call him? What am I going to say to him?
This is what curiosity does to people. This is what killed the cat.
Picking my head up, and fixing my best hung-over smile on my face. "Hi Harper. Is that a first name or a last name? Got any juice? I don't think I could handle anymore alcohol right now."
He laughs. "I was making them a bit strong yesterday. And Harper is my last name, I hate my first name, very few people even know it." He adds conspiratorially. He then rattles off a bunch of juices that he has behind the bar. I settle on a pineapple/cranberry blend, chatting with Harper, wasting away the minutes, awaiting my fate.
Almost as an afterthought, Harper adds: "You be careful, OK?"
"Jared said that last night. Is he really that dangerous?" What the hell am I getting myself into?
"Not dangerous like that, but he will test you. See how far you will go and then see if he can get you to go farther. He wants to see how much you can endure. Just don't scream. He hates that."
Just don't scream?
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What the hell is that noise? Whoever is calling at this hour had better have a VERY good reason. He grabs the cell phone off the nightstand and glares at the screen. Harper? Must be serious or he wouldn't call.
"What?" {pause} "You fucking have keys." He angrily closes the phone, hanging up on his manager. Idiot! Slamming the phone back on the nightstand, he snuggles back into bed.
Again? He's calling again! I'm going to kill him! "What?" {pause} It takes a few seconds to realize what he's hearing. She's here! Fuck. She's here! Think.
"Don't let her leave. I'll be down in a few minutes. Do NOT let her leave!" He jumps out of bed, naked, and heads for the bathroom. After he's done, he brushes his teeth, splashes water on his face, and uses some to try and straighten his morning hair. He returns to his bedroom and grabs a pair of silky black pajama pants and a long sleeve cotton shirt from the dresser (they were on the top). He dresses as he starts for the elevator. She's here, and alone, now I just have to figure out how to get her tied up. He smiles as he enters the elevator. I didn't think she'd come back.
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The doors on the opposite side of the hall open suddenly; the noise startles me as it rings through the large open space. Shit! It's him. He's wearing baggy, comfortable looks black pants, and a long sleeve grey shirt. His eyes find mine as soon as I turn toward the noise. I watch as he strides toward me, calm, confident. Be calm, you're just here to get your car, and get out.
"Hey boss." Harper calls out a greeting.
Dustin nods at him, but his first words are for me. "You left rather quickly last night. I figured you couldn't handle it. I sure as shit didn't think you'd come back for your car without backup." She's got a stubborn, proud streak in her, I can use that.
"I don't need backup to pick up my own car. I didn't want to bother the guys. I just need my car, and I can go." Please, please, please just let me get my car.
"What's your hurry? I could give you the tour, there's a whole other floor upstairs."
Even I know if I say I have to go grocery shopping, it's going to sound lame. "Look, just let me get my car, OK?" That came out as more of a question.
"You still seem scared. You ran out of here last night without even saying 'goodbye'. Did I scare you, girl?"
I really don't like him calling me girl; it makes me seem like a child. But I don't know how to tell him to stop it without whining like a kid. So I'll let that drop. I don't want to get into a confrontation about whether or not I was scared, which I wasn't. So I'll just let that slide as well. Now what do I say?
Too late. He appoints himself tour guide before I can think of what to say. "Come on. I'll show you around." He takes my arm and gets me to stand up. No, no no no.
"Look, it's a nice club and all, but I just want my car. And I'll be out of your hair." Please, please, please just let me get my car.
"It's a great club. Why don't you want to see it? A full tour is pretty rare. You should be flattered." She seems to be fumbling with her thoughts. Let's just see if I can keep her off balance a bit more. Interrupting her before she can answer seems to be working also.
Crap, this is getting me nowhere. "It's seems great. Really great. But you're kind of an ass, and I would rather not spend more time with you than I already have." Blunt and to the point. That should do the trick, right? I turn when I hear Harper laughing behind the bar. Dustin turns and glares at him. Harper puts his hands up, in mock surrender. Then he turns and walks out a door that's next to the bar. I swear I can still hear him giggling. Now I'm alone with the shadow man.
He smiles and shakes his head. "Come on, I'll give you the tour anyway." He takes me by the arm and starts guiding me toward the door I just entered through. He leads me to the room behind the stage first. It's basically a large prop room/dressing room. There's a whole wall full of strange devices and frames used to restrain people. There's a large mirror, a shower, and various ropes and chains. He walks me out through two sets of black heavy drapes, onto the stage.
Dustin leads me to the center of the stage and steps back. I'm standing, alone, on the same stage I saw last night. It's eerie up here. Images of those women from last night flash through my mind. I can feel my pussy start to tingle. I look back at him, he's always watching me. Silently he steps up behind me, and puts his hands on my waist. Standing behind me, he presses his body against mine.
