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Aslynn shivers as the chilly night air whips across her skin and tangles her long hair. She should have worn a jacket, but then again, she has more important things on her mind, like finding someone who can help fix her car or maybe borrow someone's cell phone or hell, track down someone who can help her find her car. She's practically running, as she crosses the block and turns left at the corner. Her car is still nowhere in sight. This sucks, she thinks bitterly. She's ended up in a twisted maze and can't find the exit sign...
It's been three months since moving to the new city and she's still learning her way around town. If her best friend, Meredith hadn't begged and pleaded for her to move, she wouldn't have, but what are best friends for?
She found a cute one-bedroom apartment and a job at a small coffee shop in record time. The only drawback being that it's clear across town, almost at the borderline, really. Meredith made a point of telling her a few areas in town that she should avoid after dark. Saying something along the lines of Aslynn being as tiny as a pixie and with her black hair, naturally tan skin tone, nice rack, and pretty face, she'd be an easy target to get mugged or worse.
Aslynn really is on the petite side, barely 5 feet tall, with a slender body. She could be swept away by the wind. Her breasts are fairly large, though. Maybe they're what keeps her rooted to the ground. Soft and bouncy, they stand out on her chest so profoundly that anyone who doesn't notice them needs an eye exam. Her tits are a dead giveaway, proving that she's not a kid but a 24 year old woman. And even though she has a great rack, her ass gets a few lingering looks as well. It's a smooth slope, nice and firm and not too plump. It's definitely squeeze worthy.
Aslynn sighs as she rubs her arms, trying her best to keep warm. If this was one of those places on the 'Do Not Pass Go' list Meredith failed to mention it. It's a deserted stretch of land but that doesn't surprise her. All the shops and businesses are closed being that its 1:30 in the morning. So here she is, alone at night, searching for her car, in a neighborhood that might be harboring drug dealers and high-end criminals.
Aslynn pauses, glancing left and then right. Which way to turn now? She's starting to get worried. She's been walking in circles for at least half an hour. This is ridiculous.
Suddenly, a man appears, walking out of the shadows and stopping beside a street sign a few feet from where she's standing.
"Hello," he says. Just a simple "Hello."
She still jumps in surprise, dropping her purse on the ground.
"Oh, you scared me!" she says, a nervous giggle escaping her lips. He looks intimidating as he approaches her.
She swallows, frozen in place as the stranger draws closer, his steps slow and steady. Their eyes meet before he kneels down and picks up her purse. She can feel his dark gaze roaming up the length of her body, starting at her high heels, rising all the way back up to her glossy, mahogany-colored eyes.
Without saying a word, he holds the purse out to her. His fingertips brush against hers as she takes it, and she can't help but gasp. Luckily, he doesn't seem to notice.
"A small, sexy girl like yourself shouldn't be wandering alone in dark alleyways... especially dressed like that." His voice has a mischievous tone to it and he smirks. He's close, so close that she presses her back against the brick building in an attempt to keep their bodies from touching.
"Someone might try and take advantage of that hot piece of ass you have..."
Even though she's scared to death, she wants to point out how ironic his words are, warning her about dangerous sleazebags who whisper sexual innuendoes, when he's doing just that. The man looks like he's between the age of 29 or 30 but definitely not older than 35. He's tall and has a slender frame. Well-defined muscles ripple beneath his lightly bronze-colored skin. He looks strong even though he's not bulky, with thick, bulging biceps. He's clean-shaven and has short brown hair that's styled messy yet spiky and the most striking bright blue eyes she's ever seen. She lowers her gaze to his lips. Despite the cocky grin, they almost look kissable from where she's standing. He's wearing a dark blue shirt, and jeans. The clothing looks sculpted to his body, fitting his frame perfectly. She'd say he's handsome but none of that matters if he's going to hurt her.
"What's your name?"
She doesn't respond. She's too afraid to speak. There's something about him that gives her the creeps. Maybe he'll think she's deaf or something and let her go. Doubtful, but one can hope.
"I said, what's your name? It's impolite not to answer." He looks annoyed, the smirk disappearing.
"Aslynn."
"Aslynn, what are you doing without a chaperone?" An amused smile plays across his kissable lips again as if he knows a secret, but isn't going to share it with her.
"My car has a flat tire and I've been looking for someone who can help, but now I can't even remember where I parked." Aslynn suddenly cringes. She probably shouldn't have told him that she's completely lost, as if she couldn't play the helpless victim role anymore flawlessly.
"Really?" He comments as if interested in her dilemma, and takes a step closer, placing the palm of his hand against the rough surface of the brick wall, his tall frame leaning forward. He's less than an inch away from touching her now and she can smell alcohol on his breath.
"Yes, but I really-really have to go, now. Excuse me." She starts to slip past him when he raises his other hand, stopping her in her tracks. He reaches out and touches her, his knuckles softly running down her cheek.
She tenses, swallowing her panic and searches his face. He looks so calm, almost serene.
She tries turning away, but he grabs her chin, forcing her to meet his piercing blue eyes, and then crushes his lips against hers. Her eyes widen in surprise. When she refuses to open her mouth, he squeezes her breast, making her gasp. He touched her breast! She can't believe that he put his hands on her. He takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue deep into her mouth, passionately swirling it with her. His eyes remain open, watching her reaction as he explores her mouth. She begins to struggle, using her small fists to beat on his firm chest, but he's as solid as a brick wall. She'd have better luck, punching the actual brick wall behind her than his muscular torso.
Whimpering, she digs her nails into his forearms but instead of releasing her, he tightens his grip. She'll have bruises tomorrow. He's been kissing her for an eternity before he suddenly pulls away, his eyes roaming up and down her body. Her lips are raw and tingling and she's panting and sweating as if in a daze. Without warning, her attacker rips open her blouse, sending buttons flying all over the pavement. His rough hands zero in on her succulent, round tits, and he starts to maul them like a madman. She wants to cry out but she's in complete shock, a complete stranger is groping her as if it's second nature. He twists and pinches her nipples through her red bra, groaning as he makes the little buds erect and strain against the sheer material. She starts crying as he violates her. His wet tongue trails from her collarbone all the way up to her ear and he gently nips at it. His hands glide down her lithe body, running across her smooth tummy before closing in on her plump ass. The skirt she's wearing is as thin as tissue paper, and he kneads it in his hands, his thumbs slipping under the hem before jerking her hips closer as he grinds against her.
Feeling the large bulge in his tight pants jab into her tummy, she sobs even harder. She can't fend him off; she's too tiny and he easily overpowers her.
Before she has time to react, one of his hands sneaks down to her pussy. He roughly grabs it through her short skirt and she cries out in alarm. Cupping it with his large palm, he gives it a firm squeeze. She wiggles and squirms against him, trying to close her legs, but only succeeds at rocking against his hand. His fingers, thrusting against the thin burier, poke the material into her cunt.
Suddenly Aslynn hears voices. With each passing second, they grow louder. Her attacker must hear them too because once again, he presses his soft lips firmly against hers in an attempt to keep her from screaming out for help, pulling his hand out from under her dress.
"Hey!" a deep voice yells from behind them and a sense of relief overwhelms her. Someone is finally here to save her!
"Airis. What are you doing?" a man yells at her attacker.
