The day started like almost any other. I walked to a nearby coffee house. This shop, a storefront location, was located on a busy street but was completely empty when I walked in. I had been there before and it seemed a fine place to while a way a few hours on my day off from work.
I had never seen a young woman working here, and today, behind the counter, stood a vision that overwhelmed me.
She had to be about 18. She was about 5'11", maybe weighed about 120 lbs or so, was either Hispanic or a very tanned white girl. She was wearing a short sundress with thin straps that were easy to see were not supported by a bra. The dress was short enough to show off her awesome legs. This was a girl who took care of herself, who took pride in her appearance.
She told me. Her name was Wendy and that she just started working at the store. I told her mine was John. We chatted about how empty the place always was and how she liked working there. I carefully elicited information from her so as to find common ground and use the information in a clever enough way so as to keep the flow going. When she told me she had just graduated from a local high school, I recalled the principal's name and told her I knew him. Her eyes lit up as I told her I had a substitute taught at her school several times, and as she asked me if I knew certain people I gathered more and more info to establish more rapport. She was sharp, but naive as to men's ways.
When I told her I was 37 years old her eyes opened wide. Almost as old as her father, she told me. I told her that older people have more wisdom, and she agreed. Then she dropped the bad news. She was engaged. We talked about her fiancé, who was in the military stationed in Iraq. I realized then that the soft approach wasn't going to work here. She was very committed to him, she said, and even showed me his picture. All this time no one had even come into the store.
I looked into those stern eyes of a brave soldier serving our country and silently said to him, "If you had any idea what is about to happen to your girlfriend, you'd swim across the Atlantic to save her..."
I ordered a bagel and cream cheese, knowing that it would require her to go to the rear of the store. She said, with a big sexy smile, "I'll be right back," and left. I walked to the front door, locked it and flipped the closed sign over. I noticed no one was around. I walked back to where she was cutting my bagel. "Hi, uh, I'll be right out..."
She appeared slightly nervous at me being in the back of the store. She was holding a long bread knife with a serrated blade. She set the knife down on the counter and I pushed her against the counter and grabbed the utensil. I needed to take control as soon as I could.
She just stood there for a minute,” Why are you doing this? What do you want?" She cried. I grabbed her by the waist knocking the air out of her and held her tightly.
Once she had caught her breath I told her,” If you make any loud noises or try to get away. I'll use this on you." I threatened her as I waved the knife near her face. She shook her head in compliance. I loosened my grip on her body,
"Take off your clothes Wendy." I ordered. She was still sobbing, but she shrugged the one-piece outfit off her shoulders and it fell to he floor.
Now she had only the bra and panties to cover her from my eyes. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. As she stood there I could see that her long black hair reached the middle of her back.
Her breasts stood firmly from her chest. Her skin was creamy, with a few freckles. Her ass was firm and round inside her outfit.
Now she was crying harder, "Please don't do this to me. Please...Please. Just take the money and leave. I won't tell anyone anything. I promise."
