Hey there! :) Please be COMPLETELY honest in your feedback... And I should probably warn you now that if you don't like anything to do with "rape" you should definitely not begin reading this story, and I would also like to point out that this story is ALL fictional and is merely a fantasy I have... so there was your warning. Thanks so much for taking the time out to read this for me.. And, well.. I hope you enjoy! ξ
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The rush-hour traffic was terrible. Carissa didn't mind though. As a matter of fact, sitting in traffic with her car windows open and a slight breeze gently blowing her hair beat the hell out of going home to her psychotic roommate. The girl was always fucking, sleeping, or screaming at Carissa. Carissa wasn't there and it was only 5 in the afternoon, so Carissa could pretty well guess which of those three things Jenny was doing.
Carissa never understood why so many guys were attracted to 22 year old Jenny. Sure, Jenny was gorgeous with her waist length red hair, intriguing green eyes, long, shapely legs, slim stomach, and the perfect boobs and butt... but then she opens her mouth. Not only did she sound like Fran Drescher with a sinus infection, but the bitch was obnoxious, loud, annoying, and S-T-U-P-I-D. She literally possessed the IQ equivalent to that of a pregnant blonde... 2. But guys still lined up, LITERALLY waiting their turn to go at her. She brought a whole new meaning to "take a number."
Meanwhile, Carissa had had one boyfriend in her entire 20- scratch that- 21 (she has to remember it's her birthday today) years of life... One lousy boyfriend that she would never consider giving her virginity to. She wanted her first time to be romantic and sweet and slow. All he talked about was how much he liked it rough and hard. Oh yeah, and how much he loved to 'choke bitches with his dick' and fuck them in the ass. How sweet. While Jenny has had sex with at LEAST 20 guys, Carissa has only been as far as a few slobbery kisses and a hand job. You could say Carissa was a little bitter over this, but she, unlike Jenny, realized what was important and she was working very hard to ensure that her future was well taken care of.
Carissa was known as the braniac by... well... everyone. She grew up in a mansion with all of the finer things in life: butlers, maids, personal chefs, beautiful clothes, designer shoes, anything and everything she could ever hope for... except a family. Well, she had PARENTS, but they did not exactly raise her. She was an accident. Her parents never wanted children and when her mother's birth control failed, out came a nuisance they named Carissa. It sounds harsh, but that is what she was to them... Just a nuisance that they had to feed and clothe. Since her parents were never around, she sought solace in books.
By the time she was 15, she had graduated high school and begun college. She wanted to be a doctor. Finally, almost 6 years later, she had graduated medical school and was working at a local hospital. She was saving every penny she had to try to open her own practice. Why didn't her parents help? She didn't want them too. She wanted to live her own life. Start anew. Choose her own path and be the best she could be. She should be happy that she is doing so well at such a young age. She doesn't need a man in her life. Yet, she is so bitter towards Jenny BECAUSE Jenny has had so many men.
Okay, this traffic is really starting to piss her off now. Her birthday dinner was tonight and she needed to get ready dammit! She'd be damned if she wasn't going to take advantage of her new age. Luckily, she only worked during the week. She has the entire weekend off to enjoy herself. And how she was looking forward to it.
Finally, she could drive almost a whole ten miles an hour. Maybe this day wouldn't turn out so bad after all.
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Carissa felt great. She had gotten home around 6:10 and taken a shower, did her make up, and got dressed in her new sexy birthday outfit. Now she was on her way to one of the trendiest restaurants in town to meet up with a few of her friends.
She couldn't wait to go to the clubs afterwards. She was thinking about all the guys she would be able to meet at all of those clubs when she pulled up to the restaurant. The valet took her car and she headed inside to see her friends.
If she had been paying any attention, she might not have smashed into him. But as it was, she was crushed against a man that felt like a brick wall.
"I am SOOO sorry sir. I am so clumsy and I wasn't paying attention." She said. Then she looked up at him. He was a monster of a man standing at about 6 foot 5 and was solid muscle. Not ugly, but definitely not the sexiest man she had ever seen.
"It's okay." he replied.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
He chuckled softly, then looked at her and said in the most serious and calm tone, "I am quite sure that I will live if you kiss it to make it all better."
"Ummmm... I don't know what kind of woman you take me for... but hell no I will not 'kiss it to make it all better.'" She said a little angrily.
"Oh yeah? And what if I said that if you didn't you would be spending the night in a jail cell?" He replied even angrier.
"Then I would say Screw you and your pitiful little threat. Go fuck yourself, asshole!" She practically yelled her response and stomped angrily past him into the restaurant, not even being able to BEGIN to fathom how much worse her night was going to get.
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Carissa and her friends left the restaurant a few hours later to go to a nearby club. Little did she know that she was being followed. Oh yes... she kept feeling eyes on her, but she just thought it was Michael, one of her friends who had a crush on her.
They went club hopping all night. She could not believe how many guys wanted to dance with her and buy her drinks. It must be because of the slightly slutty outfit her best friend, Meagan, helped her to pick out. Put on a low cut dress that comes down to a little above mid-thigh and some 4 inch heels and the guys will be drooling in no time.
Before she knew it, it was last call. She said her goodbyes and headed to her car. Realizing that she had had a little too much to drink to celebrate her age, she decided to go with a taxi instead. So she hailed a cab and got in. Little did she know, the driver was someone she had already met that night.
"37th west and main, please." she said, aware that maybe she shouldn't have had those last...ummm... 2? ...ummm....3?...maybe 4 shots of tequila. She could already barely manage to keep her eyes open. In the back of her mind, she detected that something was wrong, but before she could think too much about it, she fell asleep in the back seat, her head resting against her purse and her shoes in her hands.
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God, but she was beautiful. Curled up in the fetal position in the back seat of his "cab." He was planning on just following her home and going through with his plans there, but she had made it so easy for him.
He couldn't wait. When she had yelled at him earlier... man. He had gotten hard as a rock just thinking about all of the dirty things that dirty mouth of hers could be used for. Oh, how was he going to wait? He was going to enjoy himself IMMENSLY.