Kelly worked in retail for the last five years. She'd gotten the part time job at the electronics store when she was a sophomore in high school. It wasn't her dream job, but at 20 she wasn't really sure what was. So she stayed there full time after graduation, hawking useless items that for one reason or another people were just absolutely certain they had to have. The commission she made more than paid for her lifestyle.
If there was one thing she'd learned over those years it was that the age-old adage "sex sells" was completely true. When she'd first started there she'd had the gawky awkwardness of adolescence, but she had come into her own now. Not exotically beautiful by any means, standing at barely over five feet two inches, she found ways to make her look her own. She wore the white button up top of her uniform buttoned just one more open than would have been considered "acceptable", offering any person taller than her the opportunity to sneak glimpses at her perfect 36-C breasts. Her black slacks clung in just the right places to accentuate her tight, well rounded ass. She liked when people looked, and she oozed sexuality.
No matter what the customer came in for, she made sure they left with a little something extra...mostly under the influence of her body language that told them, were the situation different she'd be having sex with them. The teenage kid looking for a new clock radio left with a full stereo system, and the middle aged man looking for a cell phone got that and a new 36 TV for his bedroom.
"Perfect size for watching movies late at night while curled up on the bed," Kelly had giggled and forced a blush that came easily, "It's the exact same size as mine."
It was easy for her, most of the men that came in to the store were geeky or shy. They weren't the kind that usually got flirted with. So when James walked in just before closing she was a little surprised. He was handsome and tall, she glimpsed at the measuring sticker by the door as he walked past...about 6'3 . His dark hair was just long enough that she could picture running her hands through it. With a slight shiver up her spine, she walked over to him by the battery display and put on her sales-winning smile.
"Do you sell AA in anything more than an eight pack?" He asked without even turning around.
His baritone voice was purposeful and demanding with a no-nonsense air. Trying not to be distracted by the way his cologne made her pulse race, she kneeled down (as she always did with this question) so she could easily reach the 48-pack bricks and made the same comment as usual, using her most suggestive voice.
"This is the size pack I purchase, I find I wear these out so quickly..."
She stayed kneeling down, her face mere inches from the front of his pants, and handed the batteries back up to him. Her heart skipped as she watched him stare directly down the front of her shirt and lick his lips thoughtfully, offering a hand to assist her up. She placed her own small hand on his muscled arm and squeezed, wondering if she could have him leaving with a high dollar item before the store closed in twenty minutes. She turned up her flirtations just a bit stronger than usual, pouring on the innuendoes and "accidental" grazes as they walked toward the counter...all while mentioning this item or that in hopes of piquing some interest. So she was sorely disappointed when he left with only the batteries he came in for and a bag of large zip ties and a roll of duct tape he'd grabbed from the impulse bins by the register. She went about with her closing duties, counting out the till and tidying the shelves, and by the 8:00 closing time she was ready to rush out the door.
Kelly was humming to herself quietly as she walked across the empty parking lot to her car, completely consumed in thoughts of her night ahead. She unlocked the little red convertible and without a second glance around sped out toward her apartment a few blocks away. Not caring much for driver's safety, she began dialing her friends hoping someone would come out clubbing with her...and by the time she got home she'd completely forgotten the encounter with the man at the store. She had left many message, and no one had called her back, but she figured it didn't hurt to run upstairs and start getting ready. She didn't even think to glance around her until her key was in the door.
James had been following her since the parking lot, hanging back waiting for the right moment. Kelly had made herself easy prey...talking loudly on her phone to her friend's voice mail as she walked from her car to her apartment about not wanting to be alone that night. He loved the way she walked, and he stayed quietly behind her watching those hips sway back and forth. When she finally turned at her door and saw him it was too late for her to put up a fight, and he quickly grabbed her and shoved her inside face down on to the floor, landing on top of her back and kicking the door closed with his foot.
Kelly started to scream, so he reached around her head and placed an already cut slice of duct tape over her mouth...then he worked on pinning down her body. She was tiny compared to him, but the adrenaline pumping through her veins gave her fight...and it took him a few minutes to subdue her fully. Once she'd stopped struggling, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out the package of zip ties he purchased from her earlier. Sitting on her ass, and holding her hands together behind her back, he tore the package open with his teeth. James pulled out a tie and fastened it quickly around her wrists. When she felt the plastic bite into her flesh, Kelly screamed through the tape and started to struggle again...but not having any hands made her effort seem like not much more than a wiggle.
James zipped two ties together and used those to bind her feet, then picked her up like a sack of potatoes and carried her through her living room to the bedroom in the back. He tossed her almost thoughtlessly on the bed and left the room again. As she lay there crying, she could hear him going through things in the other room and she prayed that he was only going to rob her. He came back into her room with a knife from her kitchen drawer and a roll of twine she'd bought for a camping trip but never used.
"I hadn't been planning this," He finally said, while cutting lengths of the twine "but you were being such a little slut back at the store, I couldn't resist."
Kelly started sobbing again, and tried telling him no...but it just came out as muffled grunts through the tape. James made small rounds out of four new zip ties and securely fashioned one to each limb. He then very quietly and methodically looped another zip tie through each of those, and fastened that to a piece of the rope. "I'm going to cut your legs free now, whore. But if you try to kick me or hurt me in any way you will be punished. Do you understand?"
