It was a normal day at the mall for Skye. The only difference was that today she was shopping for the perfect outfit to wear on her date tonight with her boyfriend.
"Tonight will be the night," the cute girl thought to herself.
At 18 she was a head turner. 5'7, 125 lbs, with long strawberry blonde hair pulled back in two french braids, skin tight kapris clad her long legs. Her feet were wearing only flip flops, showing off her freshly painted toe nails, her 36C chest was clad in a tight low cut tank top, showing a fair bit of midriff, under she had on little cotton panties and a matching bra.
Going from store to store she looked for the perfect outfit. He saw her through the window of a clothing store. She was going from rack to rack pulling out pieces of clothing holding them up in front of her body then returning them to the rack. He watched her go into one of the changing rooms holding an arm full of clothing.
He saw as she stepped out to look at the outfits in the mirror. The first outfit was a backless halter showing off her lack of tan lines and a skin tight short black skirt. She turned slowly in the mirror then went to put on the next outfit. The next outfit was a little black dress.
He couldn't handle the teasing. Watching from outside the store he contemplated his next move. Should he risk it and grab her from the store or wait for her to exit? He glanced around, the exit was no more then 100 feet away.
He turned back to watch the girl, she paused to look at the underwear, he was fingering a lacy red thong with black lace. Oh how he wished she would go try it on. She continued slowly to the exit of the store. Taking her time, stopping at the clothing racks. Her teasing infuriated him.
Finally she exited the store. He followed her as she walked toward the exit. No more then thirty feet away she stopped looking into another window. He stopped no more then a foot away from her.
Still oblivious to the man, she turned accidentally bumping into him, "excuse me."
She started to walk away and he grabbed her arm, whispering in her ear "if you come with me quietly no one will get hurt," her big blue eyes wide with fright, she nods. "We are gonna walk out of the mall and to my car, if you behave I won't hurt you," again she nods.
He leads her from the mall his arm wrapped tightly around her waist, to passerbys see this as an innocent gesture, a young couple in the mall together.
The girl wants to scream and run, but fear has paralyzed her. She follows the stranger stiffly to his vehicle. The windows tinted, he opens the door and pushes her into the passenger seat, buckling her in tight then climbs in on his own side.
"Don't even think about trying to run," was all he said to the girl as he drove away.
Barely above a whisper she pleaded with him, "please mister you can have whatever's in my purse and let me go, I promise I wont tell anyone," her blue eyes were filled with tears that she was desperately trying to hold back.
"They only thing I want from you wont fit in your purse you little tease," he concentrated on the rode, only once glancing over at his prize looking up and down her fine young body.
"My dad will pay whatever you want if you let me go now," a loan tear rolled down her cheek as she looked at the stranger.
"That maybe of some use later, but as for now, you have a different purpose to fill," he pulled into the driveway if an ordinary looking house and parked his car in the garage.
He closed the garage door before pulling the girl from the passenger side. He roughly pulled her into the house and tossed her on the floor.
The girl did not move from the position she landed in, "strip," the stranger barked.
She looked up at him, "What?" her big eyes glistening with tears.
"You heard me you tease, take it off, take it all off now," he stood in front of her.
She still did not move from the spot on the floor.
"If you wont do it yourself allow me to help," he roughly dragged her to her feet and grabbed the hem of her top.
"No, please I can do it myself," she said slowly, softly.
