I had walked down the street not paying much attention to where I was or where I was going. I had walked for about 10 minutes after parking my car in an area I had never been to before. I had answered an ad in the paper about a job waiting tables and had been unable to find the café that had placed the ad. I don't remember how I managed to loose track of where I had parked my car, but I must have taken several wrong turns before I found myself in an all black neighborhood. I was depressed about not having found a job, and my high heels where beginning to really hurt my feet.
I stopped and leaned against a car paying no attention to the sleek black painted metal of the Audi 500 with the stainless steel rims and tinted windows, as I adjusted my hose from where they had slid down into the toe area of my shoes causing me great discomfort. My skirt was black and fairly short, showing off my long slender legs. My 34 D cup breasts where never able to be completed covered up no matter what shirt I wore, and with the blouse I was wearing the cleavage was topping over at the edges of the top part of the blouse. My long blond hair swung down into my face as I tried to adjust my stocking with my shoe in my hands and standing on the one foot that still had a shoe on.
I lost my balance, as I was suddenly startled from the sound of a man yelling in my direction as he came out of a building, which the car was parked in front of.
"What the fuck do you think your doing bitch! Can't you see that you are leaning against an expensive damn set of wheels and marking up the paint with your fucking finger prints"! I could not gain my balance as I looked up at the man totally stunned. I wavered on my one foot as I struggled to put the shoe back on and at the same time remove my supporting hand from his car.
I started to apologize and found the man standing right in my face.
"Who the fuck are you bitch?" He asked as I stood there smelling his breath filled with the smell of beer and cigarettes.
I started again to stammer and speak to him, to tell him how sorry I was. As he heard me stammer out the word sorry he again barked at me, "you sorry alright, what the fuck does sorry do for me?" He looked at me with a sneer and began to check out my overflowing tits, as I watched his eyes travel down the front of my body checking out my long legs.
"Damn bitch you given me a fucking hard on, you sorry for that too?" I was in shock for the way he spoke to me, and then out of nowhere came two more guys from the bar. They had been listening to the noise of the guy yelling at me and came out to see what was going on.
"Damn babe, you gonna lick those fingerprints off the car, and then you gonna lick this fucking hard on I have in my drawers, and you gonna do it now!" he exclaimed.
As he spoke he did not give me time to move an inch before his right hand was on my head and his left hand was on the small of my back as he pushed me towards the cars black metal body. Smashing my face into the spot that my hand had been resting he began to command me to lick the fucking car clean. I did not know what to do other than whimper as he took control of me. His buddies stood there laughing and cheering him on.
"That's it get that bitch under control Eddie!" Eddie was over 6 ft 3 and towered over my 5'5 frame. He had to weigh over 200 pounds. I on the other hand might weigh about 120.