Sandra couldn't believe what was happening to her. The 24 year old blonde was in the grasp of this woman. God, she looked almost 60 years old. The woman was tugging at the buttons on her blouse. It was almost all the way opened. Her hand was sliding inside, pushing her bra out of the way, groping her breasts. She wanted to stop it, but she knew she could not. It was her own fault she was in this situation and she knew it.
She had been driving home from work and talking on her phone as usual. She hadn't noticed that another car had come along side her and when she changed lanes, the two cars bumped. Sandra knew she was in big trouble immediately. She had had 2 other fender benders in the last 8 months. Now with this, she would probably lose her license and her insurance. She knew she had to negotiate something with the other driver to avoid involving the police or any insurance.
After the 2 cars pulled out of traffic and parked, both drivers got out to look at the damage. Sandra had just left her office and was still wearing her usual outfit of a short plaid skirt, a long-sleeve button down blouse, and high heels. It was a very simple outfit, but it looked very attractive on her. Her long honey-blonde hair draped loosely over her shoulders accentuating the latin bronze of her skin.
After looking at her car quickly, Sandra turned to see the other driver. She was an older woman, dressed very nicely, and she was walking towards Sandra looking very angry. Sandra was instantly on the defensive.
"Well little girl. So you see the damage on my Mercedes? That is going to cost thousands to fix. I hope you are insured, I really do," the woman said.
"Uh, well ma'am, I was kinda hoping we could work something out. See I've had a couple accidents recently and I don't want to..."
The woman cut her off.
"Oh great, I see how it is. You probably are about to lose your license aren't you? And you're insurance too."
"Yes ma'am, so I was hoping we might be able to work this out. You know, between ourselves."
The woman suddenly had a very dark look on her face. Her eyes went up and down Sandra's slender body very slowly. Sandra grew very uncomfortable as she realized this woman was ogling her so openly.
"Well my dear, perhaps something can be arranged. I would like you to follow me to my home. It isn't far. We can discuss how you can make amends for the damage to my car."
Sandra felt very unsure suddenly, but she knew that she had to go along so that she could keep this accident off the record.
"Okay. I'll follow you then."
Sandra got back into her little Toyota and followed the dark blue Mercedes. Sure enough, it was just a short ways before they turned into the driveway of a very large and very expensive home.
The woman directed her to pull her car around to the side where this were 3 parking spots. Sandra did not realize that her car was now hidden from the street. She didn't bother to lock it and walked to the front door. The woman put her hand on Sandra's back as she let her inside. Sandra didn't realize the woman securely locked the door behind her.
"What is your name?" the woman asked.
"Sandra...Sandra Meira."
"How old are you Sandra?"
"I turned 24 three weeks ago."
"Well Sandra, I've had second thoughts about this and I'm afraid I will have to call the police."
Sandra was shocked and felt an instant panic.
"Oh please, please, we've got to work this out. If the police are involved, I'll end up not driving for at least 6 months and I won't be able to get to work."
The woman wasn't swayed.
