All characters are over 18. This story takes place in 1989, before cellphones made it easier to call for help in a situation like this.
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I had just looked at my watch—three a.m.—when the limousine started following me.
I was walking up one of the city's main thoroughfares, heading home after visiting with some friends. It had been a night of movies and cards and more than a few drinks. I was not stumbling as I walked but I was feeling no pain as they say. In hindsight, I wonder if my good judgement was impaired.
The street, which stretched far beyond the horizon, was nearly completely empty. There were no parked cars and very few passing by. The storefront windows mirrored the empty road. Steam rose from sewer grates and manholes. The night was cool and the lights of the city cast their glow on the heavy clouds above. It looked like it might rain anytime. I started walking a little faster to beat the downpour.
That was when a rare car passed by on the other side of the street, going in the opposite direction. I gave it a quick look: a shiny, black limousine. I briefly wondered what rich tycoon was still out on the town at this hour. No sooner had the car passed than I heard a screech of tires behind me. The limousine had taken a sudden U-turn and was now driving the wrong way up the street, straight toward me.
I pretended not to notice and kept walking, expecting the car to pass me by. It didn't. I kept walking for a minute or two before turning back to see if it was still back there. It appeared the limo was driving on the wrong side of the road just to follow me. The headlights were off and the engine was very quiet. I turned eyes front and kept walking, again picking up the pace. It was still a good twenty minutes walk to back to my apartment. I was feeling quite intimidated, but instinct told me it was important to show no fear to my stalker. I put steel in my spine as I walked on. This went on for five minutes or so, though it felt considerably longer.
A police car passed by on the other side of the road and the car behind me stopped and played dead. To the police, a car parked facing the wrong way might be odd, but it probably didn't seem worthy of investigation. I wondered if I should try to flag down the officers for help, but they were gone before the idea was fully formed.
With the risk of intervention passed, the car continued to follow me at a short distance, about one normal car length. Whenever I turned around to look, the streetlights illuminated the shining vehicle, but the man driving it, and its passengers, were completely hidden in the shadows.
I came up to a side street and briefly wondered if I could shake off my pursuers by turning off the main street. The variant route wouldn't make my walk home any longer, but I discarded the idea because I feared that if they did follow me down that street it was even darker and more isolated. If they had malicious intent, I'd be giving them an easy opportunity to snatch me. I soon passed the side street, my mysterious stalkers still following at close distance.
That was when the sky opened.
It must have rained torrentially for about a minute before I noticed the car had finally pulled up alongside me. The back window lowered, exposing, of all things, a naked girl. At very least she was topless. Her face and boobs spilled out of the window. I stopped walking and strained to hear what she was saying; the rain muffled the sound.
"Do you want a ride?"
One of the first things we're taught as children is not to get into cars with strangers, so I gave it some consideration. First factor, this car had been stalking me for the last several blocks. Second, there was a beautiful topless girl in the car. Third, it was raining furiously and I was soaked to the skin and freezing. Fourth, I had just been offered shelter from the rain. Fifth, did I mention the girl's beautiful blonde locks and creamy tits? Seeing what was within the car amplified my discomfort at being outside in the downpour. The interior of the limo was inviting enough to cancel out my fear. I accepted her offer. I did mention my best judgement may have been impaired. Anyway, I walked toward the car and the back door opened. I took shelter from the storm without further hesitation.
"Hello, handsome," purred the young woman who invited me in. There was enough light to see that she was stark naked. She had a pale, lithe athletic body. Her pubic hair confirmed she was a genuine blonde.
"Hey, sugar," said another nude nymph emerging from the shadows. She was a beautiful black girl with booty and curves.
The girls both looked about twenty.
I was staring at them in open admiration until another voice spoke up.
"Glad we could help you out with a ride."
I turned and faced him. He was black as well, perhaps twenty-five. He had a deep, commanding voice that carried well, even over the pitter-patter of rain on the roof of the limo. He looked to be powerfully built beneath his black business suit. His head was shaved and he had a goatee beard. He was very masculine and even to my disinterested male eye, handsome. He extended a hand and introduced himself.
I shook his hand. His grip was as powerful as I expected.
"I'm Leonard," he said before gesturing at the white man sitting on the seat beside him. "This man is Martin."
Martin gave me a curt nod. He was a large, good-looking, well-built man with green eyes and black hair. He also wore a black business suit.
Leonard continued the introductions. The blonde was Candy and the black girl was Pepper. For the first time, it dawned on me that the girls might be strippers or prostitutes, especially with names like those. It didn't make a difference to my dick: they were both stunners.
"Thanks for the ride," I said as Leonard gestured to the driver to drive on. Once more, the car did a U-turn and continued back the way it had originally been headed. We were headed away from my place.
"Oh, geez, that's the wrong way." I named the street I lived on.
"That's okay," Leonard said. "We'll get you there eventually. In the meantime, we thought you might like to make better acquaintance with the girls."
I was still worried about going in the wrong direction but the girls quickly used their sex appeal to convince me to stay. They had room for me on their seat, which faced Leonard and Martin. They pulled me in to sit between them.
"You must be so cold," said Candy as she pulled my jacket off, throwing it on the floor. "Let's get you out of these wet things."
Before I knew it, both girls were running hands over me, untucking my shirt, undoing buttons, pulling off my shoes and socks. I realized that I was being systematically stripped with great efficiency but I felt helpless to resist. Together, the girls had me stripped to the waist. I finally tried to put up some resistance but the girls easily settled me. Pepper leaned into my face and began kissing me hotly, with a lot of tongue, while Candy tugged at my belt and unfastened my pants. Pepper joined her friend again and they pulled my pants off together. I was left in my underwear. The briefs strained to contain my squirming cock. The girls squealed at the sight, but I felt self-conscious about being nearly naked in front of four strangers.
Strangely I felt even more self-conscious because I was the only naked male, while two clothed men observed me.
"There! Isn't that better?" Candy said. "I hate wearing clothes, so I hardly ever do!"
Pepper laughed and fondled my ass through my underwear. I felt both aroused and abused. My dick stirred. I noticed Martin's green eyes staring at my burgeoning erection.
"Now," Leonard said. "You're in our car and we're going to take you home. I promised you a ride and I'm going to deliver, but we'll get to that."
