She placed on her tight black velvet dress and her spiked heels and climbed into her car. It was a three hour drive to the party and she wanted to get an early start. She checked herself in the mirror and smiled some. She had always thought that she was pretty. Her long black hair that hung down to the top of her ass and her blue eyes that sparkled like Lake Erie on a dew dropped morning.
She sped off from the driveway at four o’clock that afternoon headed for Lansing. It was getting dark about six and she was on and endless stretch of highway. The trees hung down over the road like tunnel and she was a bit freaked out when she noticed that her gas gauge had somehow drifted below empty.
“Damnit,” she cursed herself. “I should have stopped and filled up before I left.” She was scared as the gauge dropped further and further. There was nothing in sight, but endless road and woods.
After a few more miles the car died. She was there stranded with no where to go. She dug in her purse and found her cell phone and turned it on. Calling her friends would not be a bad idea. It was six-thirty. She knew that someone would come and get her and bring her back with gas so that she could get on to the party.
The cell phone lit up and she began to dial the number. The cell phone died. She turned it on again and looked at the battery gauge. Dead. “Damnit,” she cursed herself again. “And I did not bring my fucking charger.”
She hung her head down and slipped back into the car seat. She had not even passed a single house in at least six miles and there were no cars in sight. A few tears rolled down her cheek.
She stepped out of the car and slipped a few dollars into her black strapless bra and then placed her purse in the trunk of the car. “Surely there has to be a house not far ahead,” she spoke to herself. “I know they’ll let me use the phone.”
She started walking. It was cold and damp out and she had forgotten to bring her jacket. She shivered against the chilling winds, but continued to move forward hoping to find a house soon.
Seven o’clock rolled around and there was no sight of any house, driveway, car, any sign of life at all except for the sounds of scurrying animals in the woods and the hoot of an owl every few minutes or so. She hummed to herself to keep her spirits up as she quivered from the ever sweeping winds and the damp air around her.
Eight o’clock had made its toll and now it was completely dark and she could not see a thing. There was still no house or any kind of light in her sight range. She sat down on the side of the road and curled up in a shivering ball. She had given up hope of finding anything and it was to cold to press forward any longer.
It was then that her huddled up body was lit up with a set of car lights. She popped up from the ball she was curled in and stood up hoping to wave the car down.
The car came to a slow stop. It was a limousine with dark tented windows. The back window rolled down and a deep voice spoke from the back. “That your car parked down there, Miss?”
She nodded her head and approached the window speaking, “Yes, sir. I ran out of gas and I was trying to get to a phone. Do you have a phone I can use?”
A light laughter was heard from inside the car and then the man spoke again, “No, Miss. I am sorry, but I live up the road about 8 miles. I can take you to my home and you can use the phone there. It’s the nearest place to here.”
She gave a sweet smile and nodded, “Oh yes. Please. That would be wonderful.” She was completely thrilled that some help was offered and very grateful to the mysterious man in the back of the limo.
A short man got out of the driver’s seat and walked to the back of the limo opening the door for her. She, still shivering from the cold, walked over and climbed in. It was then that she got a view of her rescuer.
The man was indeed most handsome with long black wavy hair down to his mid-back. It was tied in a neat pony tail. He wore a proper suit and tie and a pair of dark sunglasses. His hands were covered with white ridding gloves and he was quite the sight to the onlooker, sort of a gothic version of Fabio.
“Thank you so much,” she spoke sweetly to him and gave him a most beautiful smile.
He saw her shivering and removed his jacket while speaking to her, “It’s not a problem at all, Miss.” He handed her the jacket. “Here put this on, you look so cold.”
She slipped the jacket over her shoulders and nestled into the warmth of it. He must not have had it on long for it felt as though it just came out of the closet and had not been warn in quite a while.
“So, Miss,” he spoke in his deep tone. “What brings you out here this time of night? Aren’t you afraid?”
“Yes, very afraid,” she replied. “My car ran out of gas and my cell phone is dead. I’ve been walking for an hour and a half and I have seen no sign of life. Well, none except for you.”
He laughed and gave a coy smile. “Well, it must be my lucky day to rescue such a beautiful damsel in distress.” He chuckled a bit.
The car came to a stop and she turned and looked out the window. The house was magnificent with bay windows, balconies, a tower, and many statues. She stared on in awe for a moment and then the car door opened.
