Author Note: Every aspect of this story is 100% fictional and all characters are 18+. It was written with the intent of entertaining those who enjoy the fantasy of non-consent sex. Some of the characters and situations would be ridiculous and disgusting if viewed through the lens of reality. Your sexual partners should ALWAYS be treated with respect even when, per their wishes, you're pretending not to.
One note on the story itself: You may notice that I like to leave my main characters in precarious predicaments. This is not done with the intention of eventually continuing the narrative as I have no plans to write any sequels or additional chapters. However, anyone else who would like to attempt to do so has my full blessing.
** First Date Jitters **
At the very minimum, Allison had planned to give Takashi a blow job. For starters, he was rich. Plus, he had bought her the most beautiful evening gown she had ever seen and was taking her to the fanciest party she had ever attended. So obviously a blow job and whatever else he wanted after that.
It would be beautiful and sweet, she decided. Not like most of the porn she watched; more like one of those romantic movies with the famous people. The ones where things like blow jobs and tit fucks were implied but never shown.
Allison had imagined it happening once they were finally alone and he had already swept her off her feet with the most enchanting night of her life. They would begin to kiss and, after enough time passed to show him that she wasn't some kind of a slut, she would make her way down to the front of Takashi's trousers. He would try to stop her at first by saying "Oh, no. You don't have to. Just being with you is stimulating enough..." She would look sweetly into his eyes and reply "But I want to..." and then would proceed to suck his dick so expertly that there would be no doubt that he, her "prince", had found his "princess".
But that's not how the night had gone. Not at all.
It had started out well enough. Takashi picked her up from in front of her apartment building in a stretch limo. Allison had gone down to wait a half hour early just to make certain as many people as possible saw her. She knew that she obviously looked amazing in the ankle-length, shimmering dark green gown he had picked out for her. It was strapless but not low-cut which was great because, as she was acutely aware, her breasts weren't very big. What the dress did do was a great job showing off where she did actually have curves on her petite frame: her thighs and her ass. Of course, the strappy high heels she chose to wear helped. But the full length white satin gloves that ran up her arms well past her elbows, were her favorite part. She felt that they changed the entire outfit from "sexy" to "classy".
Immediately upon arriving at the country club, Allison was introduced to Takashi's parents. They were impressed with her Japanese heritage though disappointed that she barely spoke any Japanese. They wanted to know things like what region her parents had come from and if she remembered any of it before they moved. She didn't but lied and promised them that she'd return to visit her birth country just as soon as she had the chance. His mother even complimented Allison on her long black hair.
But then, soon after they parted ways with his parents, Takashi's entire demeanor changed. A circle formed with others their same age, the well dressed young adult children of wealthy country club parents, but Allison found herself standing on the outside. The few times that she had tried to address Takashi, she was completely ignored. She began to wonder why he had approached her at her job as a barista to ask her out in the first place and if breaking up with David in anticipation of a whirlwind romance had been the right thing to do. So she waited patiently as he joked around with friends until he abruptly announced that he was taking her home.
And now, riding in the limo that was speeding towards her crappy little apartment, she was desperately aware that time was running out for her to find an opportunity to show Takashi just how good she could be at pleasuring him with her mouth. And she knew for a fact that she was good at it too. There was of course David, her now ex, but he was simple. She could always make him cum without much effort. The others though: the boy in her macro economics class, her English professor, her boss at the coffee shop, the guy who worked on her car, most anyone she matched up with on her favorite hook up app... They had all given her high compliments. That was why she knew that she could win Takashi over if just given the chance.
They sat next to one another on the bench seat at the far end of the limo, closest to the back doors. Takashi was on his phone, still ignoring Allison and making plans to meet for a "midnight swim" with one of his male friends when she clumsily slid her hand onto his upper thigh. He stopped talking mid-sentence and looked down at it like someone had just spilled fish guts onto his tuxedo pants. He opened his mouth to speak but never got the chance.
The limo screeched to a halt, jolting them both forward and out of their seats. As she picked herself up, Allison scanned her surroundings through the tinted windows to see what had happened. It was dark out but she could see that they were somewhere near the water where there were large boats, shipping containers, warehouses, train tracks and industrial smoke stacks. Nowhere even close to her apartment. Also, there was a dirty white conversion van that pulled up next to them. The sliding side door opened and a half dozen men in black suits, white shirts, black ties and ski masks poured out.
Allison heard herself release a high pitch scream when the limo door was flung open and Takashi pulled out. The door was slammed shut and she was left in the dark on the limo floor.
Takashi was punched in the chest several times as Allison watched through the window, too stunned to move. Then one of the men produced a gun, walked up behind him and smacked Takashi in the head with it. Slumped over, they loaded Takashi into the white van.
All of the men packed into the van except the one with the gun. She heard someone bark the order to "Get rid of the car and whatever else" then the van door slid closed and it retreated into the darkness.
Nothing happened for a moment. Eventually the man leaned back against the closed limo door where Takashi had been taken, produced a pack of cigarettes from his jacket, then expertly, without setting down the gun, lit one and began to smoke through the ski mask's mouth hole.
It was oddly still and silent. She didn't see another living soul and nothing beyond the limo seemed to be real, like set pieces on a stage. Allison watched as the only movement and sound came from the man as he occasionally brought the cigarette up to his mouth for a drag.
Allison's entire body began to quake. Her heart was beating quickly and she was having a hard time catching her breath. A cry rose up from inside her but she was able to catch it in her satin gloves before much more than a "eeerp!" escaped. She could do nothing about the tears spilling down her cheeks.
For another few moments, the man casually smoked his cigarette before flinging it into the distance. He turned around and cracked the door several feet. Never had Allison wanted to hide more badly but instead she found herself directly under the interior light as it turned on.
The man leaned in, the arm holding the gun was draped over the top over the door. He was of average height but was very wide. His hands were enormous and looked powerful.
"So you must be his little princess?" he asked through the ski mask. "Huh. Heard he didn't go for that sort of thing. You speak English or you one of those off the boat whores his family brings in?" Allison recognized his accent from movies as being from New York.
"Please...," she said in an almost whisper. "Please don't kill me."
The man sounded immediately offended. "Kill you? Kill you? Did I ever say I was going to kill you?"
Allison didn't know how to respond. The entire limo bounced slightly as the man crawled in and closed the door. For some reason, much to her dismay, the overhead light stayed on. He sat on the same bench seat that she and Takashi had been on minutes before, filling as much space alone as the two of them had together, and regarded her as she lay below him, sprawled on the floor in her elegant green gown. The gun remained in his grasp but he didn't treat it like a weapon he was holding. He moved it around when he spoke, like an extension of his hand.
"If I was going to kill you, would I still be wearing this fucking thing," he asked while pointing to the ski mask on his face with the gun. Allison thought about it and decided that he made a good point. If he was planning to kill her, there would be no reason to hide his appearance. Slowly she shook her head.
"Yeah, no. But you see my face and I'd have to put a bullet in your head!" He directed the gun towards Allison and mock fired it. She flinched though he may not have noticed due to her shaking. "And I don't want to have to do that."
"So?" he asked impatiently. Allison wasn't sure what he meant and remained silent. He leaned forward in the seat putting his face within inches of hers. "Aren't you going to thank me?!"
Allison was a little stunned but after a moment answered, "T-thanks. Th-thank you." She was shaking so badly now that it was difficult to talk but the man didn't seem to care.
He leaned back again. "Well that's nice and all but, like my Ma used to say, 'thank you' is just words! Maybe there's something you can do for me?"
"I didn't bring my p-purse... I don't have any mon-money..."
