Brooke Simms an 18-year old senior in high school lived in a far northern suburb of St. Louis. She had a younger brother in 8th grade. The Simms lived in a small community, but in an upscale house, in a nice subdivision. Brooke lived a very normal life of an 18-year old high school senior. She was an A and B student, competed in varsity tennis. She was beginning to look seriously at her college destination. It was narrowed down to 3 choices. She followed the rules her parents set for her, you could call her a "good girl."
When she got her drivers license, her parents bought her a good used car. It was a red 2012 Scion. Brooke had many privileges from her parents, earned by her for always doing the right thing. But like any normal 18-year old girl Brooke had thoughts of things she hadn't experienced yet, social, sexual, boys, like other females her own age. Brooke was looking forward to getting out in the world to feel her oats. She kept those thoughts, feelings, inside, and plotted her way through high school, continuing to do the right things and have fun.
Brooke stood 5 foot 9, with a thin body frame, long slim legs. Her chest was beginning to expand, she wore a 33B bra. She wore her dirty blonde long, past her shoulders. It was styled and curled very nicely. Brooke had a body type like a model, and at 18 more cute, than beautiful. She was certainly moving towards the term "very pretty."
A young man, Brooke's age and a junior starting dating Brooke. His name was Eric. They seemed to be more friends doing things together and with other friends. Eric took Brooke to Homecoming. Of course they kissed, but nothing more sexual than that.
Tennis season just finished, it was the second week of October. The Simms family had been invited to a wedding, about 5 hours away.The date was, in two weeks. The wedding was the daughter of neighbors of the Simms. They had moved away 2 years ago. The wedding was on the South side of Chicago. There was debate in Brooke's household about going. Mom wanted to go, Dad really didn't want to go, Brooke did, and her brother said "no way." They were all invited.
The debate had continued since the invitation arrived 3 months ago. So finally a compromise was agreed on. Dad, Mom, and Brooke would go, the brother would do a sleepover at a friends house. The other 3 would go to the wedding, and at first decided to get a hotel room to stay over Saturday night and come home Sunday morning. But as the date got closer, Dad didn't want to stay overnight, just go to the wedding reception and come home. Mom was unsure, and Brooke wanted to stay overnight. Because she was "the good girl," she was given the ok to drive her car, and stay overnight. Mom and Dad would leave after the reception. When she told Eric of the idea, he tried once, then tried again to get Brooke to agree to let him drive there on Saturday night. The notion of them sleeping together was not discussed, Brooke would have shot that down, but Eric said it would be fun to just "party!" Brooke only saw danger, besides she wanted to enjoy the reception, and maybe spend some time with her friend, the bride. She knew that probably wouldn't happen, but she always thought receptions were fun. So the weekend plans were set.
Brooke was excited to see her friend, and to stay in a hotel room alone. She was also a little apprehensive about it too. She thought about the fun she could find, but also knew deep in her heart she would spend it in the hotel room, watching TV or reading a book. She giggled to herself, thinking how boring she was. She even called her best high school friend, Nicole, to laugh with her about being alone in a hotel room and just watching TV. Of all the things or activities Brooke could think of to do, she told Nicole "just hanging around and watching TV shows is the best." Nicole and Brooke ended their phone conversation laughing.
Brooke made her parents day by telling them she could wear her prom dress to the wedding. Her mom thought Brooke looked gorgeous in the dress. Her father couldn't disagree that their daughter looked "gorgeous" he just wasn't totally comfortable with the style or the length of her dress. But being a dad he could only voice his opinions so long. Brooke's mom said the dress was fine. The opinions had been given, and dad took the high road. So Brooke choose to wear it to the wedding.
The Saturday arrived and Mom, Dad and Brooke headed to the wedding. Brooke driving her Scion and parents in their vehicle. Both Mom and Brooke choose to change at the hotel. As with most Dad's, he wore his suit, and now had to sit and wait for his wife and daughter to get ready. Brooke did her hair, she twirled/curled the ends, and it fell to a few inches above her breasts. She also teased the hair by her forehead like a small braid.
Brooke put on a pair of white drop earrings, and a silver necklace, with a heart pennant. Her underwear included a pair of pink bikini style panties, suntan colored pantyhose, and a white strapless bra, with a front clasp. The dress was a short white strapless style. It was extremely short, most of Brooke's slim thighs were very visible. It wasn't easy for a Brooke to sit gracefully or for too long. The dress had a silver band that ran around the dress, just under her bosom. The shoes Brooke brought were silver pumps, with 2 ⅜ inch heels. She felt uncomfortable being so tall in these situations. The strapless dress was tight, but showed no cleavage, yet separated her two orbs perfectly! Standing in her silver pumps, Brooke did look beautiful!
It was a 2 PM ceremony, and a 25 minute drive to the hotel where all the events, including the reception, were being held. The wedding was a 200 person event. Brooke and her parents found seats in the middle, on the brides side. With the seating just folding chairs Brooke's splendid looking legs were on display. Fortunately the ceremony was not very long. The bride and groom greeted all the invitees, then took their limo ride.
It was the usual long wait for them to return for the 5 PM wedding dinner. As they waited several of the young men there certainly noticed the leggy Brooke Simms! She sat at a table with her parents and others she didn't know. Dinner ended and the dancing started. Several of those young men, all older than herself asked her to dance. She was a bit embarrassed, as she wasn't the best dancer, and she was aware of how much thigh she was showing. Yet, Brooke still danced with a few, had fun.
By 7:30ish Brooke's dad was ready to leave. He checked with Brooke to be sure she had the hotel key and all the things dads do to be sure their daughters are safe. Eventually Brooke's dad gave her a hug, as did mom and they left to drive home. Brooke did find some time to talk to the bride for 5 to 10 minutes before the bride moved onto all that a bride has to do on her wedding day.
As the night moved on and the wedding began to get crazy, louder music, and more booze, the crowd thinned out some too. Brooke was asked to dance three more times, and she did. She enjoyed it more as her parents were gone. But she was offered champagne, wine, and beer. Those same two young men tried to get Brooke to drink some alcohol, but no way was Brooke going to do that.
By 9:45 Brooke told the bride and groom goodnight. It was time for her to go back to the hotel. Brooke was tired, not wanting to put her pumps back on, her feet were sore. She had been dancing without them on. She wanted to get back to the hotel and get out of the strapless bra. It was tight, and constricting. She giggled to herself at what she and Nicole had laughed about a few weeks ago, during a sleepover. Nicole told Brooke she was "letting her girls go free" the rest of the night. Brooke had not heard that expression before, and couldn't stop laughing!
Brooke walked to her car in the hotel parking garage. She found the parking stub. It was about a 30 minute ride back to the hotel. She was surprised her dad hadn't asked her to call when she left or got to the hotel. She decided she should do and talked to her parents for about 5 minutes. She hung up, walking to her car, wondering what the rest of her evening would be like. She giggled to herself, knowing nothing was going to happen.
Brooke's heels clicked loudly on the concrete of the parking garage. The sound drew the attention of J.T. and Myles. The two men had just finished up a plumbing job in the hotel where the wedding had been held. Both men were in their late 20's and black. J.T. was the larger. He had been an offensive lineman in high school. His hair was in long dreadlocks, that ran down past his shoulders. Next to him was Myles. Myles had not been a football player in school but did play basketball. He possessed the muscular, wiry, body for it. His dark black skin was covered in black tattoos, and his short hair was wrapped in tight, cornrows. They were decent plumbers, but their favorite pastime was rape. The plumbing job was really just for access to victims. That is why they were still here, people watching from the windshield of their rusty, white paneled, van. The two men had been watching groups of people leave the hotel. Most of the crowds had left. It appeared their perfect opportunity had eluded them. The men were getting ready to call it a night, till the clicking of heels caught their attention.
"Check that shit out," Myles said.
"I'm seeing it," J. T. replied.
"Goddamn, I'd love to run my tongue up those long legs," Myles commented.
"Oh shit! She dropped her keys!' J. T. observed, 'Will you look at that ass?"
"That's it. She's the one. I'm definitely going. Get the side door. I gotta move before she gets in," Myles stated.
J.T. glanced left and right. "It's clear...Move," he said.
Myles quietly and quickly bailed out the passenger side door. J.T. exited, headed to the van's side. Myles crept behind Brooke's car then swiftly moved to its drivers side. Brooke had just entered the car, slipping her keys into the ignition. In a flash, Myles snatched her from the seat, dragging her from the car. Her purse fell open to the floor. Myles reached down for a quick second and snatched her drivers license. J.T. had already opened the side panel, started the van, and was waiting behind the Scion. With one hand over her mouth and an arm around her waist, Myles pulled Brooke up and into the van. Using his foot, he swung the panel door closed. Just as quickly, the van was safely out of the garage and into the dark street.
Before Brooke could scream out, Myles hand was replaced by a shop rag, which he quickly tied around her head. Conveniently, a pair of cuffs already jingled on an overhead bar in the van. Brooke's hands were jerked over her head and locked into place. There was not enough room for them to stand, so with her legs already bent, with the next road bump, Brooke was hanging by her wrists.
Myles leaned over her, smelling her fear and perfume. The short, white dress had ridden up, revealing her hose-covered thighs. She jerked as he ran his black hand up her thigh. "Nice legs, White Girl," he remarked.
J.T. hollered back from the driver's seat; "Hey, Man, don't touch the merchandise till we get there. I don't want to miss her reveal."
"Aww, Man. I'll be good," Myles replied, yet with a grin, he ran his hand up under her hem, feeling the warmth of her crotch through the panties. "I got a big dick for this," he told her, rubbing his crotch with his free hand. Next he moved across from her, taking a seat on the other side of the van. He kept eyeing her, licking his lips, while pulling at his crotch. Brooke shivered, cowering in fear.
Later the van drove up to an isolated 12 X 20 storage bldg. From the windowless, van, Brooke had no idea where it was. Her cuffs were released. Myles jerked her arm painfully behind her back, maneuvered her out of the van, and into the locked storage. Within the metal bldg was one old metal table, a few metal chairs, a small fridge, side table with a small, burner stove, and twin size bed. The metal-framed, bed had only one thin, blue and gray striped, stained, mattress. A pair of steel cuffs dangled from both sides of the headboard. Longer ones hung from its base. Viewing the bed, Brooke's eyes widened in horror. She began backpedaling and screaming behind her gag. Her heels clicked on the bare, concrete, floor.
"What's the matter, Little White Girl; See something you don't like?" Myles laughed. He held her struggling, form tighter. Tossing the loose cuffs to J.T., Myles nodded up at a ceiling beam; "You want the honors?" While J.T. took Brooke's wrists, Myles wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her body from the ground. J.T. cuffed Brooke's right wrist, threw the empty end over the beam, then cuffed her left. When Myles released Brooke's waist, she hung, heels inches off the floor by her tender wrists. The rag was pulled from her mouth.
"Scream all you want, White Girl; No one can here you out here," J. T. stated.
