This is basically a love story and of course all characters are over 21. I want to thank stg0936 for the original idea, although I deviated from his idea during the writing of the story. I also want to thank Navaura for her spot on editing and suggestions for the improvement of this story, it is a much better story because of her editing..
Chapter 1
As Erica closed and locked her desk drawers, she felt like she had accomplished something today. It had been a long day full of legal pleadings and depositions but in the end she felt like she and her boss had moved this case forward. She started walking toward the elevators and nobody noticed her walking by or leaving. Sometimes she felt a pang of sadness that she seemed to be invisible and nobody ever noticed her comings and goings. However, most of the times, she reveled in her anonymity but during times like today, she would rather someone notice her rather than the invisibility she received.
As she waited for the elevator, she pondered her day and thought how lucky she was to be a legal assistant for the managing partner of Baker, Connelly, and Locke. She worked her way up, using her brains and had not gotten here with her body like so many other executive assistants had done. Her husband told her she was beautiful, but he was prejudiced wasn't he. She didn't use any feminine wiles to achieve her lofty position, only hard work and brains. Her boss liked her work and that was the end of the subject.
As the elevator arrived she stepped in on the 26th floor and waited for the doors to close for a ride down to the garage. During the ride down she noticed her reflection in the polished steel doors of the elevator. Her face was spectacularly beautiful with bright green eyes, high tight cheekbones, small straight nose and a soft sensuous mouth with full pouty lips. However she actively tried to hide her features with her mousy colored shoulder length shapeless hair and bad makeup downplayed her beauty.
Her shapeless knee length, pale blue dress hid the body that she worked hard to keep in spectacular shape. She didn't eat any red meat and would occasionally eat some fish but was mostly a vegetarian and took her vitamins and supplements religiously. She spent at least an hour in the morning doing cardio and body shaping exercises to keep herself healthy and in shape. This was not for anyone's benefit, she just wanted to be as healthy as she could be.
The result of this fanatically healthy lifestyle was a tiny waist, small tight butt, and sensuously toned legs and arms. Her belly and abs were tight, toned and muscled, the kind the fitness magazines labeled as the perfect abs. Her breasts had nothing to do with her healthy lifestyle, but they were just as spectacular. A 32D bust on top of her tiny 5'2" petite frame looked like a double D on anyone else. It was something she had fought against all her life. She had been an early bloomer and she had large breasts since middle school. The girls teased her endlessly and the boys thought of her as a piece of meat or conquest.
By high school she had mastered how to squish her breasts into smaller bras. She had also learned how to wear shapeless clothes to hide her tight spectacular body as well as the prominence of her breasts. She hated the attention that her breasts brought to her, but when she was alone and even she could admit they were a fitting addition to her incredibly gorgeous figure. However, they had to be hidden otherwise they would garner too much attention and people would not take her seriously.
Her current shapeless dress did just that and what she saw in the elevators' reflection, was a mousy nondescript woman that had to be taken seriously in any job she wanted to do. People would know she got where she was by using her brains and not her body. Her mother had resented her life, having to take care of her husband and children and made sure her daughter knew better than to trust a man or believe in marriage. This forced her to reflect on her marriage to Alan.
She married Alan four years ago after a two-year courtship. She loved him, he was the only man she ever felt safe and comfortable around and every time she looked at him her heart beat a little faster. He was kind, attentive, encouraging, took care of all their living expenses and maintenance on their home. In Erica's mind he was what a good husband should be. To be honest she didn't know what she would do if she didn't have Alan. However, he was always trying to improve things, wanting her to wear sexier clothes, wanting to make love with the lights on and then those really kinky things about oral, anal and even bondage sex. Honestly, she didn't know where Alan got all of these ideas.
Sometimes she wished sex would be as it is in romance novels where it overwhelms you and consumes you. However, she knew she might lose her focus on her job and she couldn't allow that to happen. She knew if he got the things that he wanted, such as dressing sexier and having sex all hours of the day and night, he would lose respect for her. He would begin to look at her as a sex object and not the dynamic human being she really was. She knew what this body of hers did to men, they lose their mind and become animals. She'd seen it in high school, college and the workplace. Nothing good ever came from looking beautiful and sexy, and nothing good or wonderful ever came from sex.
She was proud of what she looked like and how she kept in shape but she couldn't let anyone, even her husband treat her like a sex object. Sex was something to be hidden in the dark and you do when you need to create children and she never wanted any of those. Children will take over your life and will destroy her career. Yeah, those romance novels were really a way of trying to objectify women and she'd worked too hard to have that happen to her.
The elevator doors opened to the garage. She started walking in an unhurried pace to her car thinking about what she would cook for dinner for her and her husband when she got home. As she was walking towards her car, she heard the sound of an engine behind her and moved to the right to give the car plenty of room to pass. As the sound of the engine got closer, she glanced behind her to make sure she had left plenty of space for whatever was behind her. She saw a white van with the side door locked open. At the time she thought the door being open was a little odd, but this is LA and odd is an everyday event.
As the van pulled alongside her, four hands grabbed her, pulled her off her feet and into the van. Erica was so surprised that she didn't scream until she was in the van. By then the 4 guys had her limbs bound and a gag was forced into her mouth, along with a hood pulled over her face. As Erica took a deep breath to scream, she felt a needle poke her right arm and slip beneath her skin. Her head started to spin as she succumbed to the drug and blackness surrounded her.
As Erica started to come to, she felt light-headed and woozy. Her whole body was limp and she had this strange pain in her wrists and arms. She opened her eyes and saw blackness and realized the hood was still pulled over her face and the gag was still in place. She realized her wrists were tied with her arms stretched above her head and she was hanging from something. Her whole body was still recovering from the drugs and she tried to get her still recovering legs to work. She gathered her legs under her, began to stand with the pain in her arms easing a little bit, but that was short lived.