Kathy sat on the barstool preening. Her eyes traveled around the room scoping out the patrons. Several of them had already bought her drinks, but she wasn't drinking them. They sat on the bar in front of her. Her game was to see how many she could score.
When a guy asked to buy her a drink, she always said, "Yes." Then when they asked her home she would reply "$1,000" That cooled them off and they generally retired to a table to watch her work.
A tall, good looking stud walked through the doors and sat at the bar next to her.
"Buy you a drink lady?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied. "OK, here it comes," she thought.
"Why don't you jump in my car and we'll go down to the beach?" he murmured.
"$1,000" she replied.
She was stunned when he said, "OK."
She didn't know what to do next so she said, "Cash in advance." Thinking that would cool him off.
He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a thick wad of bills and handed her ten $100 bills.
She was caught in her own trap! Realizing that she would have to go with him, she sucked down one of the drinks, hoping he would drink a few so she could weasel out. No such luck!! He didn't even take a sip of one. He grabbed her by the hand and started for the door.
"He's got to drive the car," she thought, "Maybe I can weasel out somewhere along they way. As they stepped outside, a large limo pulled up in front of the bar. The driver jumped out and opened the back door and before she knew what had happened, she was in the back seat with the stranger.
"The beach house Edward," the stranger ordered. They were off.
"I'll have a chance to run for it when we get to the beach," she thought.
30 minutes later they pulled into a sunken garage at a huge beach villa. Damn!! Nothing was going right. What could she do?
Edward held the door for them and they exited the car. She followed him to the elevator and they started up. She counted 4 floors before the elevator stopped. She stepped out into an elegant, luxurious suite.
"Come on over here," said the stranger.
"Look," said Kathy, digging into her pocket for the $1,000, "I'll give you back your money and you can let me go."
"Once I make a deal, I never back out on it," the man said, "I've had people watching your little game for a couple of weeks. I decided I had to have you!"
"Please, "begged Kathy, "I don't want to play any more. Besides, if you take me this way, it will be rape. You will go to jail."
"Not a chance," he replied, "besides by the time I actually get your panties off and my cock into your pussy, you'll be begging for it."
"Sampson, bring us some drinks and snacks, please." He spoke into a hidden microphone.
Soon an impeccably dressed butler appeared with a tray of snacks and drinks.
"Standby, Sampson." The man ordered." Have a drink, Kathy."
"No, you're trying to get me drunk so you can fuck me," Kathy said.
"I don't need alcohol to fuck you! It won't be long until you come to me, with it or without it. You might as well relax and have a good time."
"How can I have a good time? You kidnapped me and forced me to come here and now you want me to have a good time! I don't think so."
"Let me clear up for you exactly what your situation is. A dozen men in the bar saw me give you money to come with me. You came willingly with me. You came into my home without a struggle. Now that you are here, you have decided to back out. Relax and I won't turn you in for prostituting."
She started to sob softly. "Oh god, how did I ever get into this mess? Well, I'm certainly not going to give it up to you," she averred.
Soft music started to play in the background. The air was charged with strange incense.
"Come sit down and watch some TV with me," the man ordered.
Reluctantly, Kathy sat on the suede sofa. A big screen TV appeared from nowhere and a DVD started playing. There was no title. After 5 minutes, it became obvious that this was a really finely produced porn flick. Kathy stared at the screen and started to squirm. The incense was having some kind of pleasant effect on her.
The man carefully watched her every move. She started to wriggle around on the sofa. He scooted closer to her. She didn't protest. She didn't move. She just sipped and watched the movie.
Suddenly she looked at the man and said, "You know I'm a virgin, don't you?"
"Wow! Bonus points!" he exclaimed. "I've never even seen a virgin whore before!"
"I am a virgin, but I'm not a whore," she mumbled and started to cry. "I only do that stuff like in the bar for fun."