His Eyes. They watch my every move. Testing him, to see if he really is watching, I turn my back and take a deep breath. The sounds of the crowded room disappear as my heart pounds in my ears. I unbutton three buttons with trembling fingers and turn around. My ample cleavage on display, heaving with every breath I take. The edges of my black lacy bra clearly displayed as it hugs the curves.
I dare to glance up, and yes, I can feel the heat of his gaze, it penetrates my flesh and I shudder as a familiar tingle ripples along my spine. Why is he watching me? I think about the reflection I saw in the mirror as I was getting dressed. Nothing spectacular or outstanding. My hips too narrow for my waist, my ass like that of a young boys, not much flesh to grab hold of back there. My heaving breasts, well, maybe those are note worthy.
Shuffling my feet, I turn away again and climb up on the bar stool. Pulling my short skirt higher on my thighs, letting the top edge of the stockings peek out, parting my legs I swivel and stare back at him. His eyes drop briefly to the dark shadow of the vee at the top of my thighs. But return to burn once again into my sparkling blue orbs.
Giving myself a shake, both visibly and emotionally, I frown and turn away ordering a drink. Gulping the drink, my 4th of the evening, I steal a glance over my shoulder and am surprised and disappointed to find that he is gone. Scanning the crowded bar, wondering at where this man has gone and finding myself vaguely annoyed.
Sighing softly, as I realize that not one other person has so much as noticed that I am nearly topless, I make my way to the ladies room to relieve myself of the 4 drinks that weigh heavily on my bladder. The noise is less here in the corridor and I am concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other without toppling off my too many inches heels.
I feel a brush of movement along my neck as I am wrenched backwards by my hair. A hand is stuffed into my open, ready to scream mouth and I am propelled backwards into a utility closet. There is no light here and my assailant holds me still, his hard body pressed tightly to mine. I can hear the rush of blood in my veins and feel his hot breath on my neck. His hand still stuffed into my mouth, his wiggling fingers, reaching into my throat make me gag.
A soft chuckle as he pushes further into my throat, my throat muscles rebelling at the assault, retching, my body shaking. His hand in my hair pulling my head backwards and I can feel the flow of hot tears tumbling over my cheeks.
He pushes me forward and whispers, don't make a sound...not a peep. Fear settles into my bones as my body shakes uncontrollably. He pulls his hand from my mouth and uses his body weight to pin me against the door, his cock roughly grinding to my ass. He grabs my hands and pulls them over my head, still using his body to pin me, my breasts mashed to the door, my hip bones painfully crushed on the solid steel. I feel the tightening noose on my wrists and suck a breath over tightly clenched teeth. The loop on my wrists tightens and pulls me to the tips of my toes, barely able to keep my balance.
Whimpering as the pressure on my belly increases, the need to pee becoming more urgent than my precarious predicament, I open my mouth and start to explain and feel a cold blade on my neck, he whispers, "Not a sound...shhhhhhhh!" The blade slips in front of me and he pulls me away from the door, cuts off the remaining two buttons and my shirt falls open. The blade, cold and foreign against my skin cuts my bra in half, my heaving heavy breasts tumble forward, nipples rubbing on the cold of the door, instantly turning them to swollen hard pebbles.
His hand grabs my hair and twists my head around so that his lips can claim mine. Hard bruising kiss, meant to punish, to turn his victim to liquid fear. It works and maybe a little too well, as the hot rush of urine explodes from my bladder, pouring, gushing from my urethra, drenching my poor excuse for panties and soaking into my stockings. Groaning, low in my throat, the humiliation of pissing in my panties out weighing this mans assault on my body, I whimper, "Sorry, sorry, sorry..." Only stopping my mantra as the cold steel lays itself on my nipple and he says "Shhhhhhhhh, its just piss, it's ok, I don't mind at all."